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"I am here, with my heavy chain! And I look on a torrent sweeping by, And an eagle rushing to the sky,   And a host, to its battle-plain! Cease awhile, clarion! Clarion, wild and shrill. Cease! let them hear the captive's voice—be still!

"Must I pine in my fetters here? With the wild wave's foam, and the free bird's flight. And the tall spears glancing on my sight,   And the trumpet in mine ear? Cease awhile, clarion! Clarion, wild and shrill, Cease! let them hear the captive's voice—be still!

"They are gone! they have all pass'd by! They in whose wars I had borne my part, They that I lov'd with a brother's heart,   They have left me here to die! Sound again, clarion! Clarion pour thy blast! Sound! for the captive's dream of hope is past."