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204 NEW ENGLAND.
And while a mountain standeth, Freedom shall never die.
I love thee well, New England,
Thy craggy peaks are free ! And there the soaring eagle
Enjoys his liberty; There thy brave sons and daughters,
Unshackled by a chain, Worship at Freedom's altars, And sanctify their slain. Then up ! and still, New England,
Be Liberty! thy cry, And while an eagle soareth, Freedom shall never die.
Thy heroes wide lie scattered
O'er all the hallowed soil, Genius, and birth, and learning,
With honest sons of toil; Then up ! and still, New England,
Be Liberty ! thy cry, And while a hero breatheth,
Freedom shall never die. |
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