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 His trumpet-tones re-echoed like
 * Evangels to the free,

Where Chimborazo views a world
 * Mosaic’d in the sea;

And his proud form shall stand erect
 * In that triumphal car

Which bears to the Valhalla gates
 * Heroic Bolivar!

He spoke for Greece, and freedom flew
 * Along her sacred rills,

Waking the mighty soul that slept
 * On Marathinian hills;

While bold Buzzards launched his flag
 * Upon the gull of night,

And hurled a living thunderbolt
 * Against the Ottomite!

The pillars of the Union quaked
 * Before discordant shocks,

When Heaven had sent its liberal snows
 * Upon his honored locks;

Though all the Angels beckoned him,
 * His conquering arm uprose,

And wrenched his country’s flag away
 * From its rebellious foes.