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Where oft, in centuries agone, acclaim to Caesar rang.
'Mong potentates and powers, in the cities of the kings,
From where Mahomet's crescent across the Orient swings
To where the North sea booms against old Denmark's rugged shores,
And back to where dear home-land opened wide to him her doors,
Went and came the dashing horseman, and he bore the banner high
That Freedom's heroes, for its weal, will dare, and do, and die.
When by this mighty inland sea the great White
City gleamed As radiant as mountain snows, the chieftain's
banners streamed Above his wide encampment, and from every
clime and land Came men to do him honor, and to grasp his
manly hand. Even yet he leads his riders, and his lesson's
high and strong, And so, saluting him, I sing this heartful, homely
song. |
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