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Oh, think on my fate! once I Freedom enjoy'd |
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Unfold, Father Time, thy long records, unfold |
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Hail, lovely maid!---hail, power divine! |
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Hail, great Republic of the world! |
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Gallants attend, and hear a friend |
8-10 |
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Song, a song is the cry of mankind, A |
11 |
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Hail, ever-memorable day! |
12-13 |
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No peerage we covet, no sceptres desire |
13-14 |
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In a chariot of light, from the regions of day |
15 |
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Hail, America! hail! unrivall'd in fame |
16-17 |
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Ye sons of France awake to glory |
17-18 |
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Let the poets of England write odes on their King |
19 |
4 |
As Colinet and Phebe sat |
19-21 |
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Genius of France from his, star begem'd throne, The |
21-22 |
5 |
Here's Murtough O'Blaney, just come from the wars |
23-24 |
5 |
Since the Eagle of Freedom is rous'd from her nest |
24-25 |
5 |
To Heaven's empyreal height |
25-26 |
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While war's crimson carnage is drenching the plains |
27-29 |
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Columbia! Columbia! to glory arise |
29-31 |
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Come muster, my lads, your mechanical tools |
31-33 |
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When America first, at Heaven's command |
33-35 |
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When our fathers came o'er |
35-37 |
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Adieu, a heart fond warm adieu |
37-38 |
5 |
All clouds now dissolve; from the east beams the day |
38--40 |
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Behold a cloud break and Urania descends |
40-41 |
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Mason's life's the life for me, A |
41-43 |
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I sing of Mason's glory |
43-44 |
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Behold yon dome uprear'd on high |
44-45 |
3 |
When the sun from the East first salutes mortal eyes |
45-46 |
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Ye delicate fair maids, with leave I maintain |
46-47 |
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Ye true sons of Freedom attend to my song |
48 |
6 |
Bacchus open all thy treasure |
49 |
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Curiosity labors and longs for to know |
50-51 |
8 |
Assist, my muse, thine influence bring |
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Ere God the universe began |
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Conven'd we're met my jovial souls |
54-55 |
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Arise and sound thy trumpet Fame |
55-56 |
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Before I became a Free Mason |
56-57 |
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When quite a young spark |
58-59 |
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Hail, Masonry! thou Craft divine |
59-60 |
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Hail, myterious glorious science! |
60 |
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In the first book of Job, which I now mean to quote |
61-65 |
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Silver moon that shines so bright, The |
65-66 |
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Faint and wearily the way worn traveller |
66 |
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No more I'll court the town-bred fair |
66-67 |
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Moment Aurora peep'd into my room, The |
67-69 |
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Here a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling |
69 |
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In the world's crooked path, where I've been |
70 |
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When first I slipt my leading strings---to please my little Poll |
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Wealthy fool with gold in store, The |
71-72 |
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Ye sportsmen draw near, and ye sportswomen too |
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'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town |
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Bright Phebus has mounted the chariot of day |
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'Twas on the morn of sweet May day |
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'Twas when the seas were roaring |
76-77 |
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In a mouldring cave, where the wretched retreat [sic] |
77-78 |
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Sun sets at night and the stars shun the day, The |
78-79 |
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Rose-tree in full bearing, A |
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Encompass'd in an angel's frame |
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