A cloud has lowered that shall not soon pass o'er. br The world takes sides: whether for impious aims br With Tyranny whose bloody toll enflames br A generous people to heroic war; br Whether with Freedom, stretched in her own gore, br Whose pleading hands and suppliant distress br Still offer hearts that thirst for Righteousness br A glorious cause to strike or perish for. br England, which side is thine? Thou hast had sons br Would shrink not from the choice however grim, br Were Justice trampled on and Courage downed; br Which will they be -- cravens or champions? br Oh, if a doubt intrude, remember him br Whose death made Missolonghi holy ground.