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FRIENDS ARE NIGH.
Friends are nigh; despair not,
Though fast in the despot's chain!
True, they may fly, but fear not,
They'll surely return again!
Never more true the season,
Bringing its fruits and flowers,
Than, through fortunes freezing,
Come these friends of ours!
Though fast in the despot's chain!
True, they may fly, but fear not,
They'll surely return again!
Never more true the season,
Bringing its fruits and flowers,
Than, through fortunes freezing,
Come these friends of ours!
Virtue can patiently languish,
Though under the scourge of pain,
When round its bed of anguish
Glides a ministering train!
True, they are all hid from us,
Though waiting around they stand;
But they bring us an angel promise
Of happiest help at hand!
Though under the scourge of pain,
When round its bed of anguish
Glides a ministering train!
True, they are all hid from us,
Though waiting around they stand;
But they bring us an angel promise
Of happiest help at hand!
Though in chain and prison
Valor and virtue sigh,
Yet a generous host arisen
Are working in secret nigh!
Here's Courage and Faith, who lead 'em,
And they'll gnaw through the wall and chain,
Ay, die! but they'll bring to freedom,
The comrade they love, again!
Valor and virtue sigh,
Yet a generous host arisen
Are working in secret nigh!
Here's Courage and Faith, who lead 'em,
And they'll gnaw through the wall and chain,
Ay, die! but they'll bring to freedom,
The comrade they love, again!
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