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Liberty! Liberty! I have prayed

To see thy form again,And borne, with spirit undecayed,

The dungeon and the chain;But darkling art thou come to me,

In silence and in dread,And round thee many a form I seeOf thine own tombless dead.

Oh! altered is that glorious mien,

That burning brow of pride,That shone before me in the scene

Where patriot thousands died;Oh ! changed since when I bore the brand

In glory and in youth,And saw my leagued brothers stand

For Freedom and the truth.

Long years of woe have chill'd my breast,

And faint my spirit grows,—Here now my drooping head might rest,

And here could find repose ;But darkly as thy shadow gleams

Before my weary gaze,Thou hast brought back the blessed dreams

Of youth's unclouded days.