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OW, for the faith that is in ye,
 * Polander, Sclav, and Kelt!

Prove to the world what the lips have hurled
 * The hearts have grandly felt.

Rouse, ye races in shackles!
 * See in the East, the glare

Is red in the sky, and the warning cry
 * Is sounding—"Awake! Prepare!"

A voice from the spheres—a hand downreached
 * To hands that would be free.

To rend the gyves from the fettered lives
 * That strain toward Liberty!

Circassia! the cup is flowing
 * That holdeth perennial youth: