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Oh, like your sires, you, too, know Freedom's worth To Human Spirit. For its liberation, A God unrealmed himself by tribulation, And was an out-cast on a scornful earth. Christ is no myth and, since with Human birth He forms new Heavens for blissful habitation-- There unto is the Freedom of the Nation; All other trend is down to dark and dearth.

When from the darkness rainbowed birth comes pouring, Your virtue heeds the voice, Eternity-- Re-echos: "Let them come." 'Tis Nature's plea For broadening progress; Nay, 'tis God imploring The Human to take strength for Liberty, Truth, Honor, to catch up to the stars, a-soaring.