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IV.
Yet stirring blood in Freedom's cause—
A spirit to his rocks akin,
The eye of the Hawk, and the fire therein!
V.
Alone did God the boy commit:
Where flash'd and roar'd the torrent, oft
His soul found wings, and soar'd aloft!
VI.
Had form'd his limbs to strength and grace;
On wave and wind the boy would toss,
Was great, nor knew how great he was!
VII.
Made strong by God, his native land
Would rescue from the shameful yoke
Of Slaverythe which he broke!
