Birth-day song of liberty A paean of glory for the heroes of freedom |
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 | Birth-day song of liberty |  |
XXVII.
See! the bright Constellations of Suns how they clusterAt the Portals of Gimle, crowned Asar to meet—
Brighter far than whole Suns in their crystalline lustre,
Crowned God-heads of Glory, full of Heavens now replete.
With great Hœmir they drink out of Urdur's sweet fountain,
Virthandi's white wine streaming joy through each vein—
Then to Ida-Plain march on the top of God's Mountain,
Where Odin sits singing sweet songs for the slain!
From their yesterday's seed spring immortal to-morrows;
From the blood of great Heroes sprang Liberty's Tree;
Now the Future shall wipe away all their past sorrows
From the souls of the Beautiful, the joys of the Free.
Strike—strike the bold harp! &c.
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