Birth-day song of liberty A paean of glory for the heroes of freedom |
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Like ten thousand sweet harps struck by Angels all singing,Comes the God-voice of Hope down from Heaven through the sky,
To the millions of Europe Glad Tidings now bringing,
That the Day of their Deliverence from slavery draws nigh.
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As the Children of Darkness cry out for more light;
For the slaves their rich Tyrants in manhood resemble,
The more their foul wrongs feel the truth of the right.
The agonized Spirits down in darkness now clamor—
Even the Devils down in Hell wail aloud now to flee;
For they bear the loud clink of the Freeman's Thor-Hammer
Building joy for the Beautiful—the Fanes of the Free.
Then strike the bold harp! &c.
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