The battle's din hath passad away,
And o'er the furrowed plain
Spring, fresh and green, the tender blades
Of Freedom's golden grain;
But eagle eyes must watch the field,
Lest the fell foe should dare
To scatter, while the sowers sleep,
Proscription's noxious snare.
Lo! shadowy 'mid the forest-trees
Their demon forms are seen,
And lurid light of baleful eyes
Flash through the foliage green;
And till completed is the work
So gloriously begun,
A sentry true on Freedom's walls
Stand thou, O "Rising Son!"
Go forth! the harbinger of days
More glorious than the past;
Hushed is the clash of hostile steel,
The bugle's battle-blast;
Go, herald of the promised time,
When men of every land
Shall hasten joyfully to grasp
The Ethiope's outstretched hand!
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