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THE SOLILOQUY OF LIBERTY.
NATION of my hope, Prove true, I said: The lines of thy horoscope. My Chaldean lore hath read:And far through the night burns an arc of light, Where the prophet-star hath sped: Prove true, I said. By God's most sacred hand, (Prove true, I said:) Into a bountiful land Thine infant steps were led;And the flower and the vine gave honey and wine, Whereby thy life was fed: Prove true, I said.
Hurt by the wrath of kings, (Prove true, I said:) Thou, under the eagle's wings, Didst shelter thy drooping head,
