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'Stir all your echoes up, O Independence Bell, And pour from your inverted cup The song we love so well.

'Lift high your happy voice, And swing your iron tongue Till syllables of praise rejoice That never yet were sung.

'Ring in the gleaming dawn Of Freedom--Toll the knell Of Tyranny, and then ring on, O Independence Bell.--

'Ring on, and drown the moan, Above the patriot slain, Till sorrow's voice shall catch the tone And join the glad refrain.

'Ring out the wounds of wrong And rankle in the breast; Your music like a slumber-song Will lull revenge to rest.

'Ring out from Occident To Orient, and peal From continent to continent The mighty joy you feel.

'Ring! Independence Bell! Ring on till worlds to be Shall listen to the tale you tell Of love and Liberty!'