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     Up! while ye slumber, deeper yet
The shadow of our fame is growing!
     Up! while ye pause, our sun may set
In blood, around our altars flowing!

Oh! rouse ye, ere the storm comes forth,
     The gathered wrath of God and man,
Like that which wasted Egypt's earth,
     When hail and fire above it ran.
Hear ye no warnings in the air?
     Feel ye no earthquake underneath?
Up, up! why will ye slumber where
     The sleeper only wakes in death?

Rise now for Freedom! not in strife
     Like that your sterner fathers saw,
The awful waste of human life,
     The glory and the guilt of war:
But break the chain, the yoke remove,
     And smite to earth Oppression's rod,
With those mild arms of Truth and Love,
     Made mighty through the living God!

Down let the shrine of Moloch sink,
     And leave no traces where it stood;
Nor longer let its idol drink
     His daily cup of human blood;
But rear another altar there,
     To Truth and Love and Mercy given,
And Freedom's gift, and Freedom's prayer,
     Shall call an answer down from Heaven!


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