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Air.
Rise, youth—thy country calls thee from thy shade;Behold her tears,
And hear her cries:
Religion fears,
And Freedom dies,
Amid the horrors of War's dreadful trade.
Thy country groans: forego thy shade—
'Tis Honour calls thee to her aid.
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