For there thy habitation is the heart — The hearth which love of three alone can bind; And when thy sons to fetters are consigned — To fetters and the damp vault's dayless gloom. Their country conquers with their martyrdom.
For there thy habitation is the heart — The heart which love of thee alone can bind; And when thy sons to fetters are consigned — To fetters and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom.