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benevolent look at the youths. Hark! From each mountain gorge, across the blue unbounded sea, sounds a joyful, sonorous challenge.
“We go, we go, we go to fight for liberty, liberty, liberty! Awake ye powerful waves, break the chains of slavery. Down with all hindrances!”
It was a strong shout calling to battle; like a hurricane, and like a thunder-blast, it swept across the wide sea. It awoke from sleep alike the aged and the youth, it carried universal comfort.
Then all the waves started up suddenly, and rolled along the sea, following the master waves. The deep darkness of night broke over the waters, dark clouds covered the horizon, when resounded the first shout to the fight. From east to west, from north to south, rolled the waves, forming close rows of young waves, born with courage, these first set about
