Chapter LXXVIII

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Oh! light up every land, till, far and free,
Their brave hearts come from mountain and from plain,
While, with the shout of onward liberty,
Old Earth to her foundation shakes again.
The night is gone!--thus Tyranny recedes!--
The sky is cloudless!--FREEDOM!--like thy deeds:
A gladness beams o'er earth, and main, and Heav'n--
Thus look the nations up, their chains, their chains are riv'n.