- Attune the cords of freedom's lyre,
- To bounding notes of glee;
- And swell upon each burning wire,
- The anthems of the free!
- Strike! strike again the notes of old,
- That swept these hills along!
- Where freedom's sons her flag unrolled,
- And shouted freedom's song!
- Wake! wake the tones of victory now,
- For freedom's heart beats high,
- And triumph sits on mahood's brow,
- And speaks from woman's eye.
- The sun that rose in cloud and gloom,
- Now beams in radiance bright;
- And in meridian spendour soon
- Shall blaze with freedom's light.
- When slavery's night shall pass away,
- And wide o'er land and sea
- Again on every breeze shall play
- The banner of the free,
- Then tune the lyre—let music sweep
- Our hills and vales along!
- While ocean's waves in gladness leap,
- And dance to freedom's song.
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