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 The touch of slaYery---wLere they stand

 and fling Defiance in the teeth of all the world, That would ensiave them. We, whose

 fathers hurled The chains q Britain in the foaming sea. And sworc to spill their heart blood, or be

 free-- Shall we give up the heritage they bought. Perish the base, unworthy, slavish thought! Let the wild tempest come--let treason

 flash Like the wild lightning over us, and dash His fiery arrows on our altar stone Let anarchy's terrific waters moan Around our temple-ye will we uphold