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Sl'IRlT OF THE NATION.
Freedom's barque to port is running,
But beware the lurking shelves ;
And would j^ou conquer tyrants' cunning.
Brethren, conquer first yourselves.
Though thy cheek insulted burn — .
Though they call thee coward-slave — •
Scoff nor blow shalt thou return :
Trust me, this is more than brave.
Fortitude hath shackles riven,
More than spear or flashing gun ;
Freedom, like the thrones of heaven.
Is by suff'ring virtue won.
Though thy brother still deride thee.
Yield thou love for foolish hate :
He'll, perhaps, ere long, beside thee,
Proudly, boldly, share thy fate.
Discord ! may kind angels chase thee
Far from hapless Erin's shores,
And the deepest hell embrace thee,
Where no fouler demon roars !
Steady ! steady ! ranks of Freedom,
Pure and holy are our bands ;
Heaven approves, and angels lead them,
For truth and justice are our brands !
THE GATHERING OF THE NATION.
A.D. 1646.
I.
Those scalding tears — those scalding tears,
Too long have fallen in vain —
Up with the banners and the spears,
And let the gather'd grief of years
Show sterner stuff than rain.

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