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 The goal of all his hopes to thee did pass; And as a promised land beckst thou afar The head that's gray, when wrapped o'er chains in dream; And e'en on dying eyes earth's last rays are United with thee in a twinkling gleam.

O Freedom, let be that with lapse of time came Thy name to lose its tone, once pure a part; Let greedy egoists desecrare thy name Who must suspend thy emblem in their mart; Let be that slanderers of true liberty Weave thee upon their flag in false acclaim; And those who at length escape the yoke, wildly Then throttle other nations in thy name:

To hold thee ever pure in our hearts we seek, Taught constantly thy fuller worth to know Through rain of blows, the sting on the sunken cheek, And rapacious hands that grasp all from us so. The blows that day by day are dealt with lash, The thorns that daily pierce our brow,—all see Each after each through the soul thy image flash, And from the depths the sigh wells, "Liberty."

O Freedom, daily, thy opposite beneath, We learn thy full and lustrous charm to admire, In that hollow moan, in the gnash of teeth With which we gnaw our bit our life entire.