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THE EXILES

Come to us, Exile! return to thy home again:
Come to the heart of thy Country, now free:
Martyr who hoped and who toil'd for us! come again,
Now we have made thy land worthy of thee.

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Many a hope hast thou sown for this garnering;
Many a tear for its growth didst thou rain,
Smiling thy sorrow through: shine on our gathering!
Come to our harvest-home! haste home again!
Martyrs whose blood was the track that we trusted to!
Exiles whose lives have been martyr'd no less!
Rise from the tombs where the Tyrants had thrusted you;
Come in your glory our triumph to bless.
Thou who hast taught us the way to our victory!
Thou who wast first in the fight against odds!
Shall not our triumph recall what it owes to thee?
Scarcely our triumph: thine rather, and God's.
Come to us, Exile! return to thy home again:
Come to the heart of thy Country, now free:
Martyr who suffer'd and hoped for us! come again
Now we have made thy land worthy of thee.