Birth-day song of liberty A paean of glory for the heroes of freedom |
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Birth-day song of liberty | ||
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From the Ancient Eternities far-sounding, far-sounding—From the Dynastic Gods down the whole length of Nile—
Where their wisdom stands throned up in Pyramids astounding—
Where their God-Songs are Mountains of stone pile on pile;
Through the Patriarchs, the Prophets, the Apostles, the Fathers,
To the Olympian Pericles of the Violet Queen;
Through the Dark Ages down to this Age which now gathers
All the best for the greatest that the world yet has seen;
From the Blind King of Greece to the Blind King of England,
Came the God-voice of Glory I sing now to thee—
From Thermopylæ's Heroes down to Marston Moor's King-land,
To the Runnymede Heroes who died to be free.
Strike—strike the bold harp! &c.
Birth-day song of liberty | ||