‘ Stir all your echoes up,
O Independence Bell,
And pour from your inverted cup
The song we love so well.
‘ Lift high your happy voice,
And swing your iron tongue
Till syllables of praise rejoice
That never yet were sung.
‘ Ring in the gleaming dawn
Of Freedom — Toll the knell
Of Tyranny, and then ring on,
O Independence Bell.—
‘ Ring on, and drown the moan,
Above the patriot slain,
Till sorrow's voice shall catch the tone
And join the glad refrain.
‘ Ring out the wounds of wrong
And rankle in the breast;
Your music like a slumber-song
Will lull revenge to rest.
‘ Ring out from Occident
To Orient, and peal
From continent to continent
The mighty joy you feel.
‘ Ring! Independence Bell!
Ring on till worlds to be
Shall listen to the tale you tell
Of love and Liberty!’