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LIBERTY.
There is a social and a solemn spell,
A spirit in our dust, a dream divine,
Filling the world with inspiration fine,
And making virtue purely visible;
Whether in hall of state or studious cell,
Where'er the currents of our life incline,
Oh! equal Liberty! this power is thine!
For at thy voice, which Instinct knows as well
As doth a child its mother's natural tone,
The darkened soul looks sunward, like a bird
Whose wing hath paused on mountains not its own.
By thee, fair Freedom, in the outcast herd
The seeds of high nobility are sown,
And abject minds are taught the wisdom of a word.
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