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 Rex Captivus

Else am I king no more, acclaimed of bugle and tymbal ; No longer Bird of the Free, but, palsied, defiled, and

sore; Leave me to dream on the days when ye hailed me Liberty's

symbol, On how I led you, to victory sped you,

And how ye are mine no more ! Are ye blind, American men, that ye pass me, caged and

pining? Are ye deaf, American men, to that daring and distant

cry, The cheer of your sons, above their guns, for the bird on

your banners shining, For the world to see? Ah, God of the Free,

That symbol and sign am I ! NEW YORK, 1901.

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