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AWAKE THE LOUD TRUMPET.
Awake the loud trumpet, 'tis Freedom invites,
Let heroes respond to the strain;
The olive of peace with the laurel unites,
And music swells sweet o'er the plain.
Thy birth, Independence, by freemen be kept,
Till Tyranny's banner be furled,
Till despots have bled, where their victims have wept,
And Freedom has spread o'er the world.
Let heroes respond to the strain;
The olive of peace with the laurel unites,
And music swells sweet o'er the plain.
Thy birth, Independence, by freemen be kept,
Till Tyranny's banner be furled,
Till despots have bled, where their victims have wept,
And Freedom has spread o'er the world.
When dark Superstition had fettered the mind,
And Reason in bondage was bound,
The goddess descended to ransom mankind,
And Genius arose from the ground.
The Press she established, a pillar of fire,
(While Night's sable curtain was furled),
Its splendor bade mystic Delusion retire,
And Printing gave light to the world.
And Reason in bondage was bound,
The goddess descended to ransom mankind,
And Genius arose from the ground.
The Press she established, a pillar of fire,
(While Night's sable curtain was furled),
Its splendor bade mystic Delusion retire,
And Printing gave light to the world.
The daring Columbus his canvass unfurled,
A nation arose in the West,
The storehouse of Europe, a mart for the world,
A home for the poor and oppressed.
Here Freedom's bright temple effulgent shall shine,
Her flag o'er its turrets unfurled,
Our arms have twice saved it, 't will never decline
While Printing gives light to the world.
A nation arose in the West,
The storehouse of Europe, a mart for the world,
A home for the poor and oppressed.
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Her flag o'er its turrets unfurled,
Our arms have twice saved it, 't will never decline
While Printing gives light to the world.
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