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Lift every voice and sing Till earth and heaven ring,
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty;
Let our rejoicing rise, High as the listening skies,
Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.
Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us,
Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us,
Facing the rising sun, of our new day begun
Let us march on till victory is won.
Stony the road we trod, Bitter the chastening rod,
Felt in the days when hope unborn had died;
Yet with a steady beat, Have not our weary feet
Come to the place for which our fathers sighed?
O brothers mine, take care! Take care! The great white witch rides out tonight, Trust not your prowess nor your strength; Your only safety lies in flight; for in her glance there is a snare, And in her smile is a blight.
The great white witch you have not seen? Then younger brothers mine, forsooth, Like nursery children you have looked For ancient hag and snaggle-tooth; But no, not so; the witch appears In all the glowing charms of youth.
Her lips are like carnations red, Her face like new-born lilies fair,
Her eyes like ocean waters blue, She moves with subtle grace and air,