  Freemen, the day of your triumph is dawning, Shake out the folds of your banner once more Join in the anthem that heralds the morning; See! the long night of oppression is o’er. Hark! from our native hills Comes there a shout that thrills Liberty’s temple from portal to dome. Glory to God on high! Union with Liberty, Finds in the hearts of our people a home. Burnish your armors like heroes in story, Sound the loud tocsin that calls to the war; Freedom enthroned in the land of her glory Bids you march on by the light of her star. Let the wild echo sweep Brave old Columbia joins in the fray, While with united voice Liberty’s sons rejoice In the proud triumph that waits them to-day. Then shall our country’s name shine through the ages, Bravely redeemed by the men of her soil; Then shall the birthplace of heroes and sages Honor the brawny-armed servants of toil. Rally, young hearts and brave, Let your broad banner wave Over the nation from inland to sea. Hasten the coming time, When every land and clime Breaking their shackles shall march with the free. R. M. N. |
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