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Thomas Paine
Liberty Tree

In a chariot of light from the regions of day,

    The Goddess of Liberty came;

Ten thousand celestials directed the way,

    And thither conducted the dame,

This fair budding branch, from the garden above,

    Where millions with millions agree;

She bro't in her hand, as a pledge of her love,

   The plant she call'd Liberty Tree.

 This celestial exotic struck deep in the ground,

    Like a native it flourish'd and bore;

The fame of its fruit, drew the nations around,

    To seek out its peaceable shore.

Unmindful of names or distinction they came,

    For freemen like brothers agree:

With one spirit endow'd, they one friendship pursued,

   And their temple was Liberty Tree.

 Beneath this fair branch, like the patriarchs of old,

    Their bread, in contentment they eat;

Unwearied with trouble, of silver or gold,

    Or the cares of the grand and the great,

With timber and tar, they old England supplied,

    Supported her power on the seas;

Her battles they fought, without having a groat,

   For the honor of Liberty Tree.

But hear, O ye swains, (¡¥tis a tale most profane)

   How all the tyrannical powers,

King, Commons, and Lords, are uniting amain,

    To cut down this guardian of ours;

From the east to the west, blow the trumpet to arms,

    Thro' the land let the sound of it flee,

Let the far and the near,--all unite with a cheer,

   In defense of our Liberty Tree.

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