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Post by Tamrin on Jul 8, 2009 6:44:55 GMT 10
The Liberty BellSonnet by R.R.R. Moore, published by the Friends of Freedom, 1844 Ring loud that hallowed Bell! Ring it long, ring it long; Through the wide world let it tell That Freedom's strong:
That the whole world shall be free — The mighty crowd, the mighty crowd — That the proud shall bend the knee, The haughty proud.
Ring, ring the mighty Bell, In the storm, in the storm! Brothers! It shall herald well Fair Freedom's form.
Ring it Southward, till its voice For slavery toll, for slavery toll; And Freedom's wakening touch rejoice Both limb and soul.
Ring it o'er the negro's grave! Ring it deep, ring it deep; Its tones are sacred to the slave, In Freedom's sleep.
Ring it, till its startling tones Thrill young and old, young and old; Till despots tremble on their thrones, And their blood run cold.
Ring it, till the slave be free, Wherever chained, wherever chained; Till Universal Liberty For aye be gained.
Ring it, till the young arise To Freedom's fight, to Freedom's fight; Spring gladly toward the kindling skies, All clothed in light.
Ring it, till the bonds of sect Be torn away, be torn away; Till every man, as God's elect, Kneel down to pray.
Ring it, till the world have heard, And felt, at length, and felt, at length; Till every living soul be stirred, And clothed with strength.
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