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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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II.
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III.
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IV.
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VI.
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VII.
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VIII.
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XI.
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XII.
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XIII.
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XV.
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XVII.
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XVIII.
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XIX.
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XXI.
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XXIII.
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XXVIII.
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XIII.

Thus the heroes of Hungary, with voices of thunder,
Hurled back the gross insult when treacherously given—
Swearing never to rest till they rent them asunder,
As the lightning the oak, by the vengeance of Heaven!
For they asked but for justice—for justice they wanted—
Their wishes were few, yet they asked them in vain;
They then cried out for bread, but red scorpions were granted,
And commands from the Tyrant to tighten their chain!
But rather than Hungary should have compensation
For the loss of her freedom—her sons slain in fight—
The tyrant of Austria then sold all his nation—
First selling himself to the dark Muscovite!
Strike—strike the bold harp! &c.
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