Oh ay, do ye hear. at the ciawn's early light, The ehrieks oÃ" tlvose Bouduien, whose bluud is now streaming From the merciless lash, while our Baniier it 8glH, ' With its stars, mocking Frecdom, is fiifullj gleanung? Doyeaee ihe ba,cks bare, do ye mark every scon Of the whip oÃ the dnver trace chanada oÃ gure; And say,doih wr ÃÃ¡tar Spangled Bunneryei wavi O'cr the land oÃ' ihe Fiee und the hume ul tlu Brave? On the shoredimly seun thro' the tnsu oÃ tijt dcep, Where Afnca's lace n fulse safety n-pises; Whuis thnt which the breois; it'vr tlie towennc stcep Asit headlessly svvt-cps lutÃÃ" conceals. ha'Ãf Ã¡bJcJoses? jTb a Slave ship that's secn. Uy the rriÃ¡Ãning' first beam, And its tornisli'd refleciion pollutes now t tream: TÃ8 our Star Spangled Banner,' O, vviieii hm, it wave O er the land of ihe Free, and the hume of tl.e Brave! And where s that Band, who so vaÃ¼antly bore The havoc Ã³fwar, and the hattle's coihusioii. For Liberty's swects? We shall know thein fio more: ThoÃr famc is eclips'd by foul Slavery's pollucion. No relugÃ¶ is found on our unhallow'd ground. For ihe wretclied in Slavety'e manacles bound; Wlrilc our Star Spangl'd Bunner, in vain boasts ifi"to wave O'er the land of the Free, and ihe home of the Brave. Shall we nÃ¶'er hail the day, when as freemen liall stand, The millions who groan under matchlcss oppression? Shail Libcriv'a shouts, in our lieav'n-reseued i&fe 1 land, s ?' : ;vf 'r â Ne'er be shar'd by the sluve in our blood guil_. . ty natioii? -y ;3;?t Oh, let us be just. e er ui God iet dart trust, Klsc the day will o'ertake na. when pensh wi must; And our Star Spangled Banncr at half-mast shall wave O'er tho dcath bed of Freedom- the home of the Slavc. Battle Creek, Michigan.