The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree.

The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree

Hope for a season bade the world farewell, And Freedom shrieked as Kosciusko fell! . . . . O'er Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow.

The blood of the martyrs is the seed of the church.

The patriot blood of my father was warm in my veins.

Secrecy begets tyranny.