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ANTI-SLAVERY SONG.

March 15, 1843.
Oppression shall not always reign:
There comes a brighter day,
When Freedom, bursting every chain,
Shall have triumphant way.
Then Right shall over Might prevail;
And Truth, like hero armed in mail,
The hosts of tyrant wrong assail,
And hold eternal sway.
E'en now that glorious day draws near;
Its coming is not far;
In heaven and earth its signs appear;
We see its morning star;
Its dawn has flushed the eastern sky;
The western hills reflect it high;
The southern clouds before it fly.—
Hurra! Hurra! Hurra!
It flashes on the Indian isles.—Hurra!
It gilds their plains with gladdening smiles.—Hurra!

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Eight hundred thousand, newly free,
Pour out their songs of jubilee,
That shake the globe from sea to sea.—
Hurra! Hurra! Hurra!
That shout which every bosom thrills—Hurra!
In thunder rings from all our hills.—Hurra!
The waves reply on every shore,
Old Faneuil echoes to the roar,
And rocks as ne'er it rocked before—
Hurra! Hurra! Hurra!
What arm shall check its onward way?—Hurra!
What voice arrest the growing day?—Hurra!
What dastard soul, though stout and strong,
Shall dare bring back the ancient wrong,
Or Slavery's night of guilt prolong?—
Hurra! Hurra! Hurra!
Then shout, ye lovers of your race!—Hurra!
The glorious hour comes on apace!—Hurra!
Ring, Liberty, thy glorious bell!
Thy flag unfurl, thy trumpet swell!
From land to land the triumph tell!—
Hurra! Hurra! Hurra!
The day has come, the hour draws nigh!—Hurra!
Send forth the tidings far and high!—Hurra!
From every hill, by every sea,
In shouts proclaim the great decree,—
“All chains are broke! all men are free!”—
Hurra! Hurra! Hurra!

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Then shout! The hour comes on apace!—Hurra!
The hour of glory for the race!—Hurra!
Ring, Liberty, thy glorious bell,
Bid high thy sacred banner swell,
And trump on trump the triumph tell.—
Hurra! Hurra! Hurra!