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WE ARE MANY, OUR TYRANTS ARE FEW.
Behold! the Morn breaking above, Boys!
Bathing earth in a warm, rosy shower,
Heaven seemeth o'erflowing with love, Boys!
And light kisseth the lowliest Flower.
All bright, as on proud, princely home, Boys!
The sun smiles on the povertied Thrall,
And thus, Freedom's morning shall come, Boys!
With its radiant sunrise over all.
O! look for the noble in soul, Boys!
And grasp ye the hand of the True:
Then on for the glorious goal, Boys!
We are many, our Tyrants are few.
Bathing earth in a warm, rosy shower,
Heaven seemeth o'erflowing with love, Boys!
And light kisseth the lowliest Flower.
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The sun smiles on the povertied Thrall,
And thus, Freedom's morning shall come, Boys!
With its radiant sunrise over all.
O! look for the noble in soul, Boys!
And grasp ye the hand of the True:
Then on for the glorious goal, Boys!
We are many, our Tyrants are few.
Courage! keep heart for awhile, Boys!
A holy and brotherly band—
Have sworn that the children of toil, Boys!
Shall break the oppressor's wand!
They have sworn by the souls of the brave, Boys!
Whom the Tyrant's red sword set free—
By the wounds on the back of the slave, Boys!
To battle for dear Liberty!
Keep heart! with the noble in soul, Boys!
Keep hand with the good and the True;
Then on for the glorious goal, Boys!
We are many, our Tyrants are few.
A holy and brotherly band—
Have sworn that the children of toil, Boys!
Shall break the oppressor's wand!
They have sworn by the souls of the brave, Boys!
Whom the Tyrant's red sword set free—
By the wounds on the back of the slave, Boys!
To battle for dear Liberty!
Keep heart! with the noble in soul, Boys!
Keep hand with the good and the True;
Then on for the glorious goal, Boys!
We are many, our Tyrants are few.
Disdain with a noble scorn, Boys!
The bugbears that Priestcraft hath wrought!
They'll evanish like phantoms forlorn, Boys!
In the morning-light of Thought.
Never fear, tho' men curse and upbraid us—
Never wince, 'neath the hireling's gibe!
They'd flatter and fawn, aye, and aid us,
Were we gold-curst enough to bribe!
But look for the noble in soul, Boys!
And grasp ye the hand of the True!
Then on for the glorious goal, Boys!
We are many, our Tyrants are few.
The bugbears that Priestcraft hath wrought!
They'll evanish like phantoms forlorn, Boys!
In the morning-light of Thought.
Never fear, tho' men curse and upbraid us—
Never wince, 'neath the hireling's gibe!
They'd flatter and fawn, aye, and aid us,
Were we gold-curst enough to bribe!
But look for the noble in soul, Boys!
And grasp ye the hand of the True!
Then on for the glorious goal, Boys!
We are many, our Tyrants are few.
The flag of the Free, shall wave out, Boys!
O'er the dark, ruin'd towers of wrong!
And the People shall wake with a shout, Bo
And the poor man's heart break into song.
Truth's halo of glory shall deck them,
Who rule, in our hearts enthroned—
And the crown of their victor-brows make them,
Peerless, among Peers birth-renowned!
Keep heart with the noble in Soul, Boys!
Keep hand! with the gallant and True!
And on, on for the glorious goal, Boys!
We are many, our Tyrants are few.
O'er the dark, ruin'd towers of wrong!
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And the poor man's heart break into song.
Truth's halo of glory shall deck them,
Who rule, in our hearts enthroned—
And the crown of their victor-brows make them,
Peerless, among Peers birth-renowned!
Keep heart with the noble in Soul, Boys!
Keep hand! with the gallant and True!
And on, on for the glorious goal, Boys!
We are many, our Tyrants are few.
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