THE OHIO.

THE LYRE AND THE SWORD.
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 BY GEORGE LuNr. The Freeman's glittering sword be olest- For ever blest the Freernan's Tyre; That rings spon the tyrant's crest, This stirs the heart like living fire. Weii can he sTield the shining brand, Who battles for his native land!

 But when his fingers sweep the chords,

 That summon heroes to the fray They gather at the feast of swords,

 Like mountain eagles to their prey! And 'nid the vales and swelling hills That sweetiy bioom.in Freedoms land A living spirit breathes and fills The Freeman's s heart and nerves his hand For the bfigit soil that gave him birth The home of all lie loves on earth, For tits, when FTeedoHl's trumpet calls, lie waves on higii.ii,is sword of fire. For this, amidst his country's halls,

 For ever strike the Freeman's Tyre! His burning heart he may moi lead To serve doting despot's way; 4 suppliani knee lie will not bend Before the things of "brass and clay" When wrong and ruin cali to war; He knows the summon 8 from afar; On high his glittex:ng sword he waves, And myriads feel the Freeman's fire, While he. around their fathers graves, Strike to old strains the Freeman's s

 Tyre.