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THE FALL OF VICKSBURG. 187
See, the despots storm no more, While the guns on Vicksburg roar, " God is King ! "
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" Wreaths for Grant and Porter ! " shout; Fling our flag, a star-storm, out: Honor has not left the clime; Justice sweeps the harp of Time, Shaking all the ransomed shore, While the guns on Vicksburg roar, " God is King ! "
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Nations, join the joyous cry! Worlds, that shuddered in the sky As ye looked down on the chain Clanking over Earth and Main, Shout " The reign of Hell is o'er !" While the guns on Vicksburg roar, Over ruthless Vicksburg roar, Over fallen Vicksburg roar, " God is King ! " |
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