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VERSES,
SUNG AT THE GLASGOW TYPOGRAPHICAL FESTIVAL, IN THE TONTINE HOTEL, GLASGOW, ON 6TH JANUARY, 1835.
O, weel may the Press be plied,
And bravely may it speed,
And merry may the Press move on,
That gie's us means to read.
The Press! the Press! the glorious Press!
Of mild celestial ray;
Soon may it shed o'er a' the earth
One universal day.
And bravely may it speed,
And merry may the Press move on,
That gie's us means to read.
The Press! the Press! the glorious Press!
Of mild celestial ray;
Soon may it shed o'er a' the earth
One universal day.
For countless ages man was doomed
To grope in mental night;
At last this Sun of Knowledge rose
“God said let there be light.”
The Press! the Press! the giant Press!
Tho' faint at first its ray,
It yet shall shed o'er a' the earth
One universal day.
To grope in mental night;
At last this Sun of Knowledge rose
“God said let there be light.”
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Tho' faint at first its ray,
It yet shall shed o'er a' the earth
One universal day.
At first a speck like prophet's hand
The infant Press appeared;
But soon it overspread the land,
While darkling man it cheered;
The Press! the Press! the brilliant Press!
Now lights him on his way,
And soon will shed o'er a' the earth
One grand and glorious day.
The infant Press appeared;
But soon it overspread the land,
While darkling man it cheered;
The Press! the Press! the brilliant Press!
Now lights him on his way,
And soon will shed o'er a' the earth
One grand and glorious day.
Though legal fogs its beams obscure,
These yet dispersed shall be;
Then men shall breathe an air more pure,—
Walk more erect, and free;
The Press! the Press! the glorious Press!
Of mild effulgent ray,
Shall grow, until it shed on earth
One universal day.
These yet dispersed shall be;
Then men shall breathe an air more pure,—
Walk more erect, and free;
The Press! the Press! the glorious Press!
Of mild effulgent ray,
Shall grow, until it shed on earth
One universal day.
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Then let us toast our splendid Press—
The Press that gives us bread,
A bumper for the powerful Press,
The tyrant's woe and dread;
The Press! the Press! the Samson Press!
Extended be its sway,
Till o'er the earth it sheds at last
One everlasting day.
The Press that gives us bread,
A bumper for the powerful Press,
The tyrant's woe and dread;
The Press! the Press! the Samson Press!
Extended be its sway,
Till o'er the earth it sheds at last
One everlasting day.
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