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Birth-day song of liberty

A paean of glory for the heroes of freedom
Chivers, T. H. (1809-1858)

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BIRTH-DAY SONG OF LIBERTY.
  
PREFACE.
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III.
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XI.
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X.

Now, no loud pealing cannon can wake from his slumber
The Hero who lies in that peaceful abode,
Where the Angels come down every night without number,
To sing at his grave while his soul rests with God.
What avails me to mention their names now in glory?
Enough that I sing how they reign now on high;
Their names shall be known when the Sun has grown hoary—
As their souls are immortal, their deeds cannot die.
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Their years are like God's—for their lives are eternal;
Their days are too long for the Sun's eye to see;
Their joys are like Christ's—for their souls are supernal—
In the Land of the Beautiful—the Land of the Free.
Strike—strike the bold harp! &c.
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