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The Power that led his chosen, by pillared cloud No. Freedom has a thousand charms to show, That slaves, howe'er contented, never know.

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This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise ;
This fortress, built by Nature for herself,
Against infection and the hand of war;
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall,

Or as a moat defensive to a house,

Against the envy of less happier lands;


Thus every good his native wilds impart,
Imprints the patriot passion on his heart;
And e'en those ills, that round his mansion rise,
Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies.
Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms,
And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms;
And as a child, when scaring sounds molest,
Clings close and closer to the mother's breast,
So the loud torrent and the whirlwind's roar

This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this But bind him to his native mountains more.


King Richard II., Act ii. Sc. 1.


The Traveller.


This England never did, nor never shall,
Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror.

King John, Act v. Sc. 7.



Hail Columbia ! happy land!
Hail ye heroes, heaven-born band!

Who fought and bled in freedom's cause,
Who fought and bled in freedom's cause,
And when the storm of war was gone,

Fired at the sound, my genius spreads her Enjoyed the peace your valor won!

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Sun of the stately Day,
Let Asia into the shadow drift,
Let Europe bask in thy ripened ray,
And over the severing ocean lift
A brow of broader splendor!
Give light to the eager eyes

Of the Land that waits to behold thee rise:
The gladness of morning lend her,
With the triumph of noon attend her,
And the peace of the vesper skies!
For lo she cometh now

With hope on the lip and pride on the brow,
Stronger, and dearer, and fairer,
To smile on the love we bear her,
To live, as we dreamed her and sought her,
Liberty's latest daughter!

In the clefts of the rocks, in the secret places,
We found her traces;

On the hills, in the crash of woods that fall, We heard her call ;

When the lines of battle broke,

We saw her face in the fiery smoke;

Through toil, and anguish, and desolation,
We followed, and found her

With the grace of a virgin Nation
As a sacred zone around her !
Who shall rejoice

With a righteous voice,

Far-heard through the ages, if not she?

For the menace is dumb that defied her,

The doubt is dead that denied her,

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And she stands acknowledged, and strong, and Freedom, O, fairest of all


The National Ode: read at the Celebration in Independence Hall,
Philadelphia, Fuly 4, 1876

The daughters of Time and Thought!

Ode to Freedom: Centennial Anniversary of the Battle of Concord,
April 19, 1875.

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turned to the Earth, but she frowns


on her child;

turned to the Sea, and he smiled as of old : I weeten was the peril of the breakers white and wild, Sweeter than the land, with its bondage and gold!

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Cool zephyrs crisp the sea;
Among the leaves the wind-harp

Its serenade for thee.



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