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a roman street.
XXV.
A glorious message in its leaves I read,
As from that Bush whose fire divinely glowed,
And burned in one great heart the Will of God.
A glorious message in its leaves I read,
As from that Bush whose fire divinely glowed,
And burned in one great heart the Will of God.
XXVI.
That thus a trampled people should be freed—
O God! what dreams of Freedom seemed to roll
With that high thought, like thunders o’er my soul!
That thus a trampled people should be freed—
O God! what dreams of Freedom seemed to roll
With that high thought, like thunders o’er my soul!
