Ballads for the Times (Now first collected,) Geraldine, A Modern Pyramid, Bartenus, A Thousand Lines, and other poems. By Martin F. Tupper. A new Edition, enlarged and revised |
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A National Anthem for Liberia in Africa.
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A National Anthem for Liberia in Africa.
Praise ye the Lord! for this new-born Star,
On the blue firmament blazing afar,
Bless ye the Lord!—our souls to cheer
“The love of liberty brought us here!”
On the blue firmament blazing afar,
Bless ye the Lord!—our souls to cheer
“The love of liberty brought us here!”
Hail to Liberia's beacon bright
Luring us home with its silver light,
Where we may sing without peril or fear
“The love of liberty brought us here!”
Luring us home with its silver light,
Where we may sing without peril or fear
“The love of liberty brought us here!”
Hail! new home on the dear old shore
Where Ham's dark sons dwelt ever of yore,
Thou shalt be unto us doubly dear,
For “love of liberty brought us here!”
Where Ham's dark sons dwelt ever of yore,
Thou shalt be unto us doubly dear,
For “love of liberty brought us here!”
Come, ye children of Africa, come,
Bring hither the viol, the pipe, and the drum,
To herald this Star on its bright career,
For “love of liberty brought us here!”
Bring hither the viol, the pipe, and the drum,
To herald this Star on its bright career,
For “love of liberty brought us here!”
Come,—with peace and to all good-will;
Yet ready to combat for insult or ill,—
Come, with the trumpet, the sword, and the spear,
For “love of liberty brought us here!”
Yet ready to combat for insult or ill,—
Come, with the trumpet, the sword, and the spear,
For “love of liberty brought us here!”
Thanks unto God! who hath broken the chain
That bound us as slaves on the Western main;
Thanks, white brothers! Oh, thanks sincere,
Whose “love of liberty brought us here!”
That bound us as slaves on the Western main;
Thanks, white brothers! Oh, thanks sincere,
Whose “love of liberty brought us here!”
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Yes,—ye have rescued us as from the grave,
And a freeman made of the desperate slave,
That ye may call him both brother and peer,
For “love of liberty brought us here!”
And a freeman made of the desperate slave,
That ye may call him both brother and peer,
For “love of liberty brought us here!”
Thanks! O raise that shout once more,—
Thanks! let it thrill Liberia's shore,—
Thanks! while we our standard rear,
“The love of liberty brought us here!”
Thanks! let it thrill Liberia's shore,—
Thanks! while we our standard rear,
“The love of liberty brought us here!”
Thine, Columbia, thine was the hand
That set us again on our own dear land,
We will remember thee far or near,
For “love of liberty brought us here!”
That set us again on our own dear land,
We will remember thee far or near,
For “love of liberty brought us here!”
Yes, Liberia! freemen gave
Freedom and Thee to the ransom'd slave;
Then out with a shout both loud and clear,
“Love of liberty brought us here!”
Freedom and Thee to the ransom'd slave;
Then out with a shout both loud and clear,
“Love of liberty brought us here!”
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