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     Wears slavery here a prouder brow
Than that which twelve short years ago
     Scowled darkly from her island bowers?

Mighty alike for good or ill
     With mother-land, we fully share
The Saxon strength, the nerve of steel,
     The tireless energy of will,
The power to do, the pride to dare.

What she has done can we not do?
     Our hour and men are both at hand;
The blast which Freedom's angel blew
     O'er her green islands, echoes through
Each valley of our forest land.

Hear it, old Europe! we have sworn
     The death of slavery. When it falls,
Look to your vassals in their turn,
     Your poor dumb millions, crushed and worn,
Your prisons and your palace walls!

O kingly mockers! scoffing show
     What deeds in Freedom's name we do;
Yet know that every taunt ye throw
     Across the waters, goads our slow
Progression towards the right and true.

Not always shall your outraged poor,
     Appalled by democratic crime,
Grind as their fathers ground before;
     The hour which sees our prison door
Swing wide shall be their triumph time.

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