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Thomas Paine 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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