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Whittier's Centennial Hymn

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Our fathers' God ! from out whosc band Tho ccnturics fall like gralns ot Band, We meet to-day, united, free, And loyal to our land and Thee, To thank Thee for tbo era done, And trnet Thee ior the opening ont Here vrhere of old, by Thy design, The fathers spflkc that word of Thino Wïiofie echo is the glad refrain Of rended bolt and falling chain, Tt grace crur festal timo from all The JSonifl of earth our gueste we cali. Be with tiB wliile the ocw -wortd grecl The old world, throngfng 11 Jtn Btreeis, Unveiling all the triiunphs won By art or toil beneath the eun ; And unto common good ordain TIn rivalphip of hand and bruin. Tlicfö wbo hftet here ín eoncord furled The waf faffs of a gatbered world, Beneath our western skiën f uliil) Tho Orient'a miwsion of good wlll, And, freighted wlth Jerc's golden fle ce, Send back the argonauta of poacc For art and labor met ín tmee, For beauty made the bride of use, We thank Thee, whlle withal we crave The austere virtnes etrong to fcavc, The honor proof to place or gold, The manhood never bought or sold ! Oh ! makö Thou us, through centuries long, In pcacc secure, and justice strong ; Around our gift of freedom draw The Rafoguards of thy rightcous law, And, cast in eome divi'ncr moldt Let the new cycle shame the old !


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