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! Hush all meaner song, Ere we the deep preluding strain have poured To the, only , ! ! Beneath whose shadowy banners, wide unfurl'd, Justice leads forth her Tyrant-quelling Hosts.


 * Such symphony requires best instrument.

Seize, then, my soul! from Freedom's trophied dome The Harp which hangeth high between the Shields Of Brutus and Leonidas! With that Strong music, that soliciting spell, force back Earth's free and stirring spirit that lies entranced.


 * For what is Freedom, but the unfetter'd use

Of all the powers which God for use had given? But chiefly this, him First, him Last to view