Of old sat Freedom on the heights,
The thunders breaking at her feet;
Above her shook the starry lights;
She heard the torrents meet.
There in her place she did rejoice,
Then stept she down thro’ town and field
Grave mother of majestic works,
Her open eyes desire the truth.
That her fair form may stand and shine,
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