The bells cry “Liberty!” across the land;
The rockets fly to celebrate that gift.
But they who promised “Sic tyrannis” sleep,
And their descendants wearied in the task,
Preferring tyrants’ velvet chains of vice
To liberty—that was so dearly bought—
And all the work of virtue it demands.
The opening lines of this came to me today, and the rest followed. While I would normally want to wait a little longer before posting—in case either further lines presented themselves, or an egregious flaw became apparent—this would become much less timely if I waited even until next week.
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