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Rh ::A few brief, toiling years
 * Since fell the nation's tears,

And lo, the patriot's gibbet is an altar!
 * The people that are blest
 * Have him they love the best

To mount the martyr's scaffold when they need him;
 * And vain the cords that bind
 * While the nation's steadfast mind,

Like the needle to the pole, is true to freedom!

Three powers there are that dominate the world—
 * Fraud, Force, and Right—and two oppress the one:

The bolts of Fraud and Force like twins are hurled—
 * Against them ever standeth Right alone.