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Page 218
Ah ! the harpings and the salvos and the shoutings Of thy exiled sons returning I should hear , though dead and mouldered , and the grave damps Should not chill my bosom's burning . Ah ! the tramp of feet victorious !
Ah ! the harpings and the salvos and the shoutings Of thy exiled sons returning I should hear , though dead and mouldered , and the grave damps Should not chill my bosom's burning . Ah ! the tramp of feet victorious !
Page 338
Are these the graves they slumber in ? Are we the sons by whom are borne The mantles which the dead have worn ? And shall we crouch above these graves , With craven soul and fettered lip ? Yoke in with marked and branded slaves .
Are these the graves they slumber in ? Are we the sons by whom are borne The mantles which the dead have worn ? And shall we crouch above these graves , With craven soul and fettered lip ? Yoke in with marked and branded slaves .
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They render back , those rich men , A pauper's niggard fee , Mayhap a prison , then a grave , And they think they're quits with me ; But not a fond wife's heart that breaks , A poor man's child that dies , We score not on our hollow ...
They render back , those rich men , A pauper's niggard fee , Mayhap a prison , then a grave , And they think they're quits with me ; But not a fond wife's heart that breaks , A poor man's child that dies , We score not on our hollow ...
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