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To redeem our abject race;

Noble hearts will beat yet nobler,

To retrieve our past disgrace.

Brighter still, and brighter shining,

Seems the glory of the few,

Who, in face of earth and heaven,

Swear to God they dare be true.

Let the masses pass on scorning,

Seek not courage in their mind;

Self-devotion, patriot fervour,

Spring not from the craven kind.

Abject tears, and prayers submissive—

Have they eyes, and cannot see?

Never country gained her freedom

When she sued on bended knee.

Be our Leaders, then, still daring,

Bold in word, and brave in fight;

And when comes the day of trial,

Then, may God defend the Right!

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LIFT up your pale faces, ye children of sorrow,

The night passes on to a glorious to-morrow!

Hark! hear you not sounding glad Liberty's pæan,

From the Alps to the Isles of the tideless Ægean?

And the rhythmical march of the gathering nations,

And the crashing of thrones 'neath their fierce exultations,

And the cry of Humanity cleaving the ether,