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Birth-day song of liberty

A paean of glory for the heroes of freedom

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Hear the Orphic Evangels of the Angels in chorus,
Sweeping down, in the fragrance of Song, through the sky;
While the White Doves of Peace hover flutteringly before us,
To the Nest of the Halcyons that never can die.
By the undulant waves of the manifold Nations,
I perceive that the Spirit of a God walks this way!
The tumultuous joys of their soul's jubilations,
Proclaiming Man free who walks Godlike to-day.
See! the Morning is dawning—the Night now departing,
As the Angels all flock from the Isles of the Sea!
Hell's Gates from their adamant hinges are starting
At the Voice of the Beautiful, the voice of the Free.
Strke—strike the bold harp! &c.