For what avail the plough or sail, Or land or life, if freedom fail?
My angel, his name is Freedom, Choose him to be your king; He shall cut pathways east and west, And fend you with his wing.
We grant no dukedoms to the few, We hold like rights and shall; Equal on Sunday in the pew, On Monday in the mall. For what avail the plough or sail, Or land, or life, if freedo ...
The character of a people may be ruined by charity.