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Show II. Yc heard of tramplcll Poland, And of her sons in chain~. Aml noble thoughts flashed through your minds, And Hrc flowed through your veins! 'l'hcn whCI·cforc hear yo not tho cry, That breaks o'er land and sea? On each plain, Rend each chain, And set the captive free ! III. 0 think yo that om· Fathers, (That noble Patriot band,) Could now look down with kindling joy, And smile upon the land? Or would a trumpet-tone go forth, And ring from shore to shore, All who stand, In this land, SIH\ll be free furcvcr more ! TilE YOIC}:: Of.' Pl\El:D0.\1. IV. Urcat God, inspire tby children, .And make thy creatures just, That every galling chain may fall, And crumble into dust! 'J.1hat not one soul, throughout the Janel Our Fathers died to save, ~fay again By fellow-men Be branded as a Slave ! 21• |