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Glory to God forever!—
Beyond the despot's will
The soul of Freedom liveth
Imperishable still.
The words which thou has uttered
Are of that soul a part,
And the good seed thou hast scattered
Is springing from the heart.
In the evil days before us,
And the trials yet to come—
In the shadow of the prison,
Or the cruel martyrdom—
We will think of thee, O Brother!
And thy sainted name shall be
In the blessing of the captive,
And the anthem of the free.
