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Go on, until this land revokes
 The old and chartered Lie,
The feudal curse, whose whips and yokes
 Insult humanity.

A voice is ever at thy side
 Speaking in tones of might,
Like the prophetic voice, that cried
 To John in Patmos, "Write!"

Write! and tell out this bloody tale;
 Record this dire eclipse,
This Day of Wrath, this Endless Wail,
 This dread Apocalypse!