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     When the fetters shall be broken,
And the slave shall be a man!

Joy to thy spirit, brother!
     A thousand hearts are warm,
A thousand kindred bosoms
     Are baring to the storm.
What though red-handed Violence
     With secret Fraud combine?
The wall of fire is round us,
     Our Present Help was thine.

Lo, the waking up of nations,
     From Slavery's fatal sleep;
The murmur of a Universe,
     Deep calling unto Deep!
Joy to thy spirit, brother!
     On every wind of heaven
The onward cheer and summons
     Of Freedom's voice is given!

Glory to God forever!
     Beyond the despot's will
The soul of Freedom liveth
     Imperishable still.
The words which thou hast uttered
     Are of that soul a part,
And the good seed thou hast scattered
     Is springing from the heart.

In the evil days before us,
     And the trials yet to come.

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