 | [Song of freedom, in] The spirit of the fair. Wednesday, April 13, 1864. No 8 |  |
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SONG OF FREEDOM.
(To a German air.)
Deep devotion—
Warm emotion
Fill and fire and fuse all souls,
While from patriot bosoms welling,
One loud song of freedom swelling,
Through the listening concave rolls.
Warm emotion
Fill and fire and fuse all souls,
While from patriot bosoms welling,
One loud song of freedom swelling,
Through the listening concave rolls.
Swell the chorus!
Heaven smiles o'er us,
Freedom's banner leads the van;
Upward, hearts! and footsteps, forward!
Here's no traitor—here's no coward!
Upward, onward, man by man!
Heaven smiles o'er us,
Freedom's banner leads the van;
Upward, hearts! and footsteps, forward!
Here's no traitor—here's no coward!
Upward, onward, man by man!
Sainted sires!
Freedom's fires,
Lit by you, still flame on high;
On our hills and hearthstones gleaming
From our hearts and faces beaming,
Never—never shall they die!
Freedom's fires,
Lit by you, still flame on high;
On our hills and hearthstones gleaming
From our hearts and faces beaming,
Never—never shall they die!
Lo! high o'er us,
Far before us,
All the skies in splendor stand!
Bloody-red the moon is glowing,
Freedom's wind is freshly blowing
O'er a cleansed and ransomed land.
Far before us,
All the skies in splendor stand!
Bloody-red the moon is glowing,
Freedom's wind is freshly blowing
O'er a cleansed and ransomed land.
| [Song of freedom, in] The spirit of the fair. Wednesday, April 13, 1864. No 8 | |