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To The Republicans Of North America.

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1.     Brothers! between you and me     Whirlwinds sweep and billows roar:     Yet in spirit oft I see     On thy wild and winding shore     Freedom's bloodless banners wave, -     Feel the pulses of the brave     Unextinguished in the grave, -     See them drenched in sacred gore, -     Catch the warrior's gasping breath     Murmuring 'Liberty or death!'     2.     Shout aloud! Let every slave,     Crouching at Corruption's throne,     Start into a man, and brave     Racks and chains without a groan:     And the castle's heartless glow,     And the hovel's vice and woe,     Fade like gaudy flowers that blow -     Weeds that peep, and then are gone     Whilst, from misery's ashes risen,     Love shall burst the captive's prison.     3.     Cotopaxi! bid the sound     Through thy sister mountains ring,     Till each valley smile around     At the blissful welcoming!     And, O thou stern Ocean deep,     Thou whose foamy billows sweep     Shores where thousands wake to weep     Whilst they curse a villain king,     On the winds that fan thy breast     Bear thou news of Freedom's rest!     4.     Can the daystar dawn of love,     Where the flag of war unfurled     Floats with crimson stain above     The fabric of a ruined world?     Never but to vengeance driven     When the patriot's spirit shriven     Seeks in death its native Heaven!     There, to desolation hurled,     Widowed love may watch thy bier,     Balm thee with its dying tear.

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