Liberty

Shadow, but absence of light-time. Darkness, a stage for the dawn. Freedom, but call to men’s heart-strings. Liberty, easily gone. When every mountain a teacher, then every moment, a school. When every wise man a pauper, then every student, a fool. When freedom’s cast, but a shadow, then freedom’s ring, is but mute. When freedom lasts not the hour, then freedom’s champ’ion, a brute. Here is my mountain, my teacher! Here is my moment, my school! Here, find the student, oh wisemen! Here, find the pauper, oh fools. Cast away e-very shadow! Ring, ‘till the stone hears my cry! Then freedom last through the ev’ning! Then freedom’s champ’ion, am I! Shadow, but absence of light-time. Darkness, a stage for the dawn. Freedom—the call makes my heart sing! Liberty, once again: Won.