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When truth is girded for the fight
And draws her weapons keen and bright,
And lifts aloft her burnished shield,
Her God-like influence to wield,
If vict'ry in that self-same hour
Is not accomplished by her power,
She'll not retreat nor flee away,
But win the field another day.
She will with majesty arise,
Seize her traducers by surprise,
And by her overwhelming might
Will put her deadly foes to flight.
And draws her weapons keen and bright,
And lifts aloft her burnished shield,
Her God-like influence to wield,
If vict'ry in that self-same hour
Is not accomplished by her power,
She'll not retreat nor flee away,
But win the field another day.
She will with majesty arise,
Seize her traducers by surprise,
And by her overwhelming might
Will put her deadly foes to flight.
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