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The Press

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The Prfsí ! The Press ! The pride of artsA racinnt dawn furotells, To tbc land in constelliitod lights, The land where freedem dwelb; To U'nd tlio rogi'0S3 of tlie raind, To spread the charnis of pence, And blend tho human rsoe in one, When bigot strifeshall eeftso. The Press ! Tho Press I Bright glo-ws tta Throughonl our happy laud, _ [Lieams Like star-groups in the azure skies, Its'rays of light expand. Truu knowledge is a nation'3 strength, When reokleaa fsetiom riu; A stroüiztli to bind in harmouy, The ui pi re of ihe wióe. The Press! Tho Press! lts liglit has shonWheri! Cliurch and State combined Hüve bent beneath despotic rule The millions of mankind. But knowledge shnll dispel the gloom, The mind's dire tyranny! And tcaeh to all the firat of trutha - None but thu wise aro free. Tho Press! Tho Presa! Tho patrioi'i hope, Progressive as t lio age; Let Knowledge, Tiutli, Kijuülity, Reveal Time's bnghter page, Let all the son3 of toil aspire, Wïicre virtuoos fame is won Led by the star that r ;Se 011 earth, In the days of Washington. [Translotion.] By the sparkling wiivc, Careless did I loiter, lts beauty woning ma to layo Iu the dirapUag water. CHOEVS. Long have I loved tlie yet, Never eau I ihee forgetl Wooing me to lave, Iq the dimpling water; While o'erhead ths nightingala Chanted her sweet psaltr. Tlie nightingale o'erhead Sang her sweet psilter: - Sing, happy nightingale, sing!