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 O sorrowing hearts of slaves, We heard you beat from far! We bring the light that saves, We bring the morning star; Freedom’s good things we bring you, whence all good things are.

With us the winds and fountains And lightnings live in tune; The morning-coloured mountains That burn into the noon, The mist’s mild veil on valleys muffled from the moon:

The thunder-darkened highlands And lowlands hot with fruit, Sea-bays and shoals and islands, And cliffs that foil man’s foot, And all the flower of large-limbed life and all the root:

The clangour of sea-eagles That teach the morning mirth With baying of heaven’s beagles That seek their prey on earth, By sounding strait and channel, gulf and reach and firth.