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THE SOLILOQUY OF LIBERTY.
NATION of my hope,Prove true, I said:
The lines of thy horoscope.
My Chaldean lore hath read:
And far through the night burns an arc of light,
Where the prophet-star hath sped:
Prove true, I said.
By God's most sacred hand,
(Prove true, I said:)
Into a bountiful land
Thine infant steps were led;
And the flower and the vine gave honey and wine,
Whereby thy life was fed:
Prove true, I said.
(Prove true, I said:)
Into a bountiful land
Thine infant steps were led;
And the flower and the vine gave honey and wine,
Whereby thy life was fed:
Prove true, I said.
Hurt by the wrath of kings,
(Prove true, I said:)
Thou, under the eagle's wings,
Didst shelter thy drooping head,
(Prove true, I said:)
Thou, under the eagle's wings,
Didst shelter thy drooping head,
