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HIGHLAND LIBERTY DEFENDED
Saxon, from yonder mountain high,
The Saxon rears one shock of grain ;
'Tis vain-my tongue cannot impart
There is a world where souls are free,
I mark'd her childhood on the breezy hill,
“ His armour I should try ;'.
ranks She raised awhile the bleeding warrior's head. The foeman struck again. “I give thee thanks," She cried; “ Thy victim's with the glorious dead, The body's worthless if the soul be free."'. "Who art thou then?”—She answered,“ Liberty."
Leave pomps to those who need 'em-
And proud he braves
The gaudiest slaves,
The quality of Mercy is not strained , It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaver Upon this place beneath; it is twice blessed; It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes; 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest ;-It becomes The throned monarch better than his crown: His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But Mercy is above this sceptered sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute of God himself