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THE STAR OF LIBERTY.

There shone a gem on England's crown,
          Bright as yon star;
Oppression marked it with a frown,
He sent his darkest spirit down,
To quench the light that round it shone,
          Blazing afar.
But Independence met the foe,
And laid 'the swift-winged demon low.

A second messenger was sent,
          Dark as the night;
On his dire errand swift he went,
But Valor's bow was truly bent,
Justice her keenest arrow lent,
          And sped its flight;
Then fell the impious wretch, and Death
Approached, to take his withering breath.

Valor then took, with hasty hand,
          The gem of light;
He flew to seek some other land,
He flew to 'scape oppression's hand,
He knew there was some other strand,
          More bright;
And as he swept the fields of air,
He found a country, rich and fair.