Song of a Thousand Tears.^[1]

(Pat's Pick, page 4.)

k^ 0f <j. Lift up your eyes desponding freemen, Fling to the wind your needless fears, He who unfurled your beauteous banner ' Says it shall wave a thousand years! CHORUS—A thousand years; my own Columbia! "Tis the glad day so long foretold, 'Tis the glad morn whose early twilight Washington saw in times of old. What if the clouds one little moment Hide the blue sky where morn appears, When the bright sun that tints them crimson Rises to shine a thousand years! Tell the great world these blessed tidings! Yes, and be sure the bondman hears; Tell the oppressed of every nation Jubilee lasts a thousand years! Envious foes beyond the ocean, Little we heed your threatening sneers; Little will they—our children's children— When you are gone a thousand years. Rebels at home, go hide your faces— Weep for your crimes with bitter tears; Fou could not blind the blessed daylight, Though you should strive a thousand years. Back to your dens, ye secret traitors, Down to your own degraded spheres, Ere the first blaze of dazzling sunshine Shortens your lives a thousand years. Haste thee along, thou glorious noonday; Oh, for the eyes of ancient se6rs! Oh, for the faith of him who reckons Each of his days a thousand years!

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