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But when its soft tones seem to mourn and to weep , A dark chain of silence is thrown o'er the deep ; At the thought of the past the tears gush from her eyes , And the pulse of her heart makes her white bosom rise .
But when its soft tones seem to mourn and to weep , A dark chain of silence is thrown o'er the deep ; At the thought of the past the tears gush from her eyes , And the pulse of her heart makes her white bosom rise .
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Oh ! say , can ye see by the dawn's early light , What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming Whose broad stripes and bright stars , thro ' the perilous fight , O'er the ramparts we watch'd , were so gallantly streaming ?
Oh ! say , can ye see by the dawn's early light , What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming Whose broad stripes and bright stars , thro ' the perilous fight , O'er the ramparts we watch'd , were so gallantly streaming ?
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Then let us pray that come it may— As come it will for a ' that- That sense and worth , o'er a ' the airth , May bear the gree , and a ' that , For a ' that , and a ' that , It's coming yet for a ' that , That man to man , the warld ...
Then let us pray that come it may— As come it will for a ' that- That sense and worth , o'er a ' the airth , May bear the gree , and a ' that , For a ' that , and a ' that , It's coming yet for a ' that , That man to man , the warld ...
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Songs of Freedom: An Anthology of National and International Songs from ... Ramachandra Krishna Prabhu No preview available - 1967 |
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