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, of the living lyre,
 * Thou, of the lavish clime,

Whose mountains mix their lightning-fire
 * With the storm-cloud sublime,

We, of thy sister-land,
 * The empire of the free,

Joy as those patriot-breasts expand
 * With genial Liberty.

Thy flowers their fragrant breast
 * Unfold to catch its ray,

And Nature's velvet-tissued vest
 * With brighter tint is gay,

More blest thy rivers roll
 * Full tribute to the Sea,

And even Woman's cloister'd soul
 * Walks forth among the free.

Aid with thy tuneful strain
 * Her bold, adventurous way,

Bid the long-prisoned mind attain
 * A sphere of dazzling day,

Bid her unpinion'd foot
 * The cliffs of knowledge climb,

And search for Wisdom's sacred root
 * That mocks the blight of time.