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There Is a Goddess Green With Years
There is a goddess green with years Who stands in freedom's name, Holds high the torch of Liberty Above the sea and land. To claim her promise multitudes Braved, tempest tossed, the deep. To tyranny each back was turned, By hope each face was lit. Once by a passage through the waves The Israelites were led Out from a land of bitter toil Towards their promised home. Horatius with blood on brow Had faced alone the foe, Then headlong plunged into the deep And swam the Tiber's flow. But conquest has its rivers too, Much suffering brings much power, For Joshua crossed the Jordan, Caesar the Rubicon. This is the law of history, Shall be as it has been, But if the root is bitter Then bitter is the tree. For if we hate the tyrant More than his tyranny, The morrow are our foes our slaves And the tyrants we. In history's chains our feet are bound, My hands are bound to thine. Should one but suffer perfectly His kingdom shall not fail.
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