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TRUTH AND PROPHECY.
Long ago in Rome were sold
England's fair haired sons 'tis told;
By a slaver's hand they went,
Sold for gold, from mothers sent;
Now the power of that land
Stretches out her mighty hand
Over seas, her navies hold,
Mightier than Rome of old,
Looking down upon the past,
Fearing naught from conquest's blast.
England's fair haired sons 'tis told;
By a slaver's hand they went,
Sold for gold, from mothers sent;
Now the power of that land
Stretches out her mighty hand
Over seas, her navies hold,
Mightier than Rome of old,
Looking down upon the past,
Fearing naught from conquest's blast.
Though we've bowed beneath that yoke,
Trembled at a slaver's stroke,
History will change again,
Long before the last amen;
We will walk as others do,
Just as proud the world all through,
God is just and He'll fulfill,
If we strive with main and will—
To the lofty, great, sublime,
We'll attain in coming time.
Trembled at a slaver's stroke,
History will change again,
Long before the last amen;
We will walk as others do,
Just as proud the world all through,
God is just and He'll fulfill,
If we strive with main and will—
To the lofty, great, sublime,
We'll attain in coming time.
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