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THE YEAR OF EMANCIPATION.
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Let hallelujahs roll afar!—when God the work has done,
And smiled thereon, how fair a star shall bloom beside the sun!"
And smiled thereon, how fair a star shall bloom beside the sun!"
Saw ye, when surged along the land the orient flood of day,
The New Year on Atlantic's strand his silvery wings delay?
Some effluent song harp-sweet and clear stole down the depth profound,
"Lo! God hath sent thee, beauteous Year! go, heal Columbia's wound!"
The New Year on Atlantic's strand his silvery wings delay?
Some effluent song harp-sweet and clear stole down the depth profound,
"Lo! God hath sent thee, beauteous Year! go, heal Columbia's wound!"
