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The name of Freedom to her glorious struggles;Yet she but shares with them a common woe, laiAnd ealld the „kingdom“ of a conquering foe, —But knows what all—and, most of all, u>e know — 1With what set gilded terms a tyrant juggles!

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The name of Commonwealth is past and goneO’er the three fractions of the groaning globe;Venice is crush’d, and Holland deigns to ownA sceptre, and endures the purple robe;

If the t’ce Switzer yet bestrides alone

Ilis chainlcss mountains, ’tis but for a time, i3n

For tyranny of late is cunning grown,

And in its own good season tramples down ,The sparkles of our ashes. One great clime,Whose vigorous offspring by dividing oceanAre kept apart and nursed in the devotionOf Freedom, which their fathers fought for, andBequeath’d — a heritage of heart and hand,

And proud distinction from each other land,Whose sons must bow them at a monarch’s motion,

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