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The adopted daughter | ||
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THE VOICE AND PEN.
BY D. F. M'CARTHY.
Oh! the Orator's voice is a mighty power,
As it echoes from shore to shore,
And the fearless pen has more sway o'er men
Than the murderous cannon's roar!
To burst the chain far o'er the main,
And brighten the captive's den,
'Tis the fearless pen and the voice of power.
Hurrah! for the voice and pen!
Hurrah!
Hurrah! for the voice and pen!
When the Lord created the earth and sea,
The stars and the glorious sun,
The Godhead spoke, and the universe woke!
And the mighty work was done!
Let a word be flung from the orator's tongue,
Or a drop from the fearless pen,
And the chains accursed asunder burst,
That fetter'd the minds of men.
Hurrah!
Hurrah! for the voice and pen!
Oh! these are the swords with which we fight,
The arms in which we trust;
Which no tyrant hand will dare to brand,
Which time cannot dim or rust.
When these we bore, we triumph'd before,
With these we'll triumph again;
And the world will say no power can stay
The voice and the fearless pen.
Hurrah!
Hurrah! for the voice and pen!
As it echoes from shore to shore,
And the fearless pen has more sway o'er men
Than the murderous cannon's roar!
To burst the chain far o'er the main,
And brighten the captive's den,
'Tis the fearless pen and the voice of power.
Hurrah! for the voice and pen!
Hurrah!
Hurrah! for the voice and pen!
When the Lord created the earth and sea,
The stars and the glorious sun,
The Godhead spoke, and the universe woke!
And the mighty work was done!
Let a word be flung from the orator's tongue,
Or a drop from the fearless pen,
And the chains accursed asunder burst,
That fetter'd the minds of men.
Hurrah!
Hurrah! for the voice and pen!
Oh! these are the swords with which we fight,
The arms in which we trust;
Which no tyrant hand will dare to brand,
Which time cannot dim or rust.
When these we bore, we triumph'd before,
With these we'll triumph again;
And the world will say no power can stay
The voice and the fearless pen.
Hurrah!
Hurrah! for the voice and pen!
The adopted daughter | ||