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1802–1864

Seventy-Six.

George Pope Morris

The clarion call of liberty Rings on the startled gales! The rising hills reverberate The rising of the vales!

Through all the land the thrilling shout Swift as an arrow goes! Columbia's champions arm and out To battle with her foes!

The bugle-song of victory Is vocal in the air! The strains, by warrior-voices breathed, Are echoed by the fair!

The eagle, with the wreath, blood-bought, Soars proudly to the sun, Proclaiming the “good fight is fought, And the great victory won!”

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