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 Confined no longer to this chapel-cell, It rises in the air, it breaks its spell. It spreads its wings for ever bolder flight, To ever greater height and deeper light; Till now, — as swells the wave from southern pole, As thunders through the airy spaces roll, As forest-brooks leap o'er their rocky steeps. As o'er the plain the roaring tempest sweeps, So loud, so wide, so mighty and so free, Through every race, through every century. Is borne our fame and glory — borne along Upon the pinions of our hero-song. Which from your lips the last time now will flow "The glorious Anthem of the Alamo!" [All present now intune] THE ANTHEM OF THE ALAMO. 1. When o'er our land the War-cloud drew And loudly Freedom's trumpet blew. We rushed to arms, resolved to be A citadel 'gainst Tyranny: Hence fear thee not, dear Texan Land, Thy safety lies in trusty hand; For firm will stand 'gainst every foe Thy Vanguard of the Alamo!