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P. M.

H. Ware.


Oppression shall not always reign;

There comes a brighter day,

When freedom, burst from every chain,

Shall have triumphant way.

Then right shall over might prevail,

And truth, like hero armed in mail,

The hosts of tyrant wrong assail,

And hold eternal sway.

What voice shall bid the progress stay

Of truth’s victorious car?

What arm arrest the growing day,

Or quench the solar star?

What reckless soul, though stout and strong,

Shall dare bring back the ancient wrong,

Oppression’s guilty night prolong,

And freedom’s morning bar?

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