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HEY are free at last! They can face the sun;
 * Their hearts now throb with the world's pulsation;

Their prisons are open—their night is done;
 * 'Tis England's mercy and reparation!

The years of their doom have slowly sped—
 * Their limbs are withered—their ties are riven;

Their children are scattered, their friends are dead—
 * But the prisons are open—the "crime" forgiven.