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Poetry: Independence

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Parent Issue
Day
21
Month
July
Year
1841
Copyright
Public Domain
Poem
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The aong of Joy, the cannons roar, Are marked by raillions of tho free; Prolong the sound frorn shore lo shore, The song, the song of Liberty. Thine alter is the glorious earth, Thy throne the breast of man; Thine offenngs, the blood poured forth, Far kind red, country, native land. The sacrifice at Marathon, Tiie blood of famed Thermopylce, Of Bunker's height ofLexington, Were ofFnngs meet to honor thee. But white we wake the note of praise, And hail tfiy spread on every shore; RecalJ the scènes of other days, The patriot's want - the tyrants power: Shall we suppress a genereus sigh Of sorrow for the sable cl oud; Tbat bangs athwart our Southern sky, And seems, as 'twere, a nations Bhroud? Aye! will not truth this cloud dispel, And make us fuliy, truly free? Then shal] ngain onwraptured ewell, The 6ong, the song of Liberty. July 4th, 1841.