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A SONG OF RESURRECTION
Freedom has risen—
Freedom has risen—
Freedom has risen to-day!
The daughter of heaven
Her tomb has riven,
And burst from her gaolers away.
Freedom has risen—
Freedom has risen to-day!
The daughter of heaven
Her tomb has riven,
And burst from her gaolers away.
“When was she born?
How was she nurst?
Where was her cradle laid?”
In want and scorn,
Reviled and curst,
'Mid the ranks of toil and trade.
How was she nurst?
Where was her cradle laid?”
In want and scorn,
Reviled and curst,
'Mid the ranks of toil and trade.
“And hath she gone
On her holy-morn,
Nor staid for long workday?”
From heaven she came,
On earth to remain,
And bide with her sons alway.
On her holy-morn,
Nor staid for long workday?”
From heaven she came,
On earth to remain,
And bide with her sons alway.
“Did she break the grave
Our souls to save
And leave our bodies in hell?”
To save us alive
If we will but strive,
Body and soul as well.
Our souls to save
And leave our bodies in hell?”
To save us alive
If we will but strive,
Body and soul as well.
“Then what must we do
To prove us true,
And what is the law she gave?”
Never fulfil
A tyrant's will,
Nor willingly live a slave.
To prove us true,
And what is the law she gave?”
Never fulfil
A tyrant's will,
Nor willingly live a slave.
Then this we'll do
To prove us true,
And follow the law she gave;
Never fulfil
A tyrant's will,
Nor willingly live a slave.
To prove us true,
And follow the law she gave;
Never fulfil
A tyrant's will,
Nor willingly live a slave.
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