lines: “Our Fathers in a wondrous age, Ere yet the Earth was small, Ensured to us an heritage, And doubted not at all That we, the children of their heart, Which then did beat so high, In later time should play like part For our posterity. * * * * * Then, fretful, murmur not they gave So great a charge to keep, Nor dream that awestruck Time shall save Their labor while we sleep. Dear-bought and clear, a thousand year Our fathers’ title runs. Make we likewise their sacrifice, Defrauding not our sons.” [191]
