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LIBERTY.
A voice is on our hills,
And it echoes far at sea:
With a quickening power it fills
Every heart, and inly thrills,—
'T is the voice of Liberty.
And it echoes far at sea:
With a quickening power it fills
Every heart, and inly thrills,—
'T is the voice of Liberty.
A glance darts from yon cloud,
And it frights thee, tyrant,—thee:
But the freeman rises proud,
And his sire stirs in his shroud,—
'T is the glance of Liberty.
And it frights thee, tyrant,—thee:
But the freeman rises proud,
And his sire stirs in his shroud,—
'T is the glance of Liberty.
A warning calls at night:
“Nations, rouse ye, and be free.”
They hear it with delight,
But the monarch looks affright,—
'T is thy warning, Liberty.
“Nations, rouse ye, and be free.”
They hear it with delight,
But the monarch looks affright,—
'T is thy warning, Liberty.
There 's a presence in the air,
Which we feel, but cannot see;
Every bosom gladdens there,
High to hope, and strong to dare,—
'T is thy presence, Liberty.
Which we feel, but cannot see;
Every bosom gladdens there,
High to hope, and strong to dare,—
'T is thy presence, Liberty.
The God our hearts adore,
Builds his throne on land and sea;
He is in the tempest's roar,
Or when ocean laps the shore,—
That God is Liberty.
Builds his throne on land and sea;
He is in the tempest's roar,
Or when ocean laps the shore,—
That God is Liberty.
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