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                 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy                  71




  	               "THE LIBERTY BELLS" 

 1	    THIS is the hour they then foretold — 
  	      When earth, inebriate with crime,
 3	    Laughed right to scorn, and guilt,
  	        grown bold,
  	      Knelt worshiping at mammon's shrine. 

 6	    This is the hour! Corruption's band
  	      Is driven back; and periled right,
  	    Rescued by the "fanatic" hand,
 9	      Spans our broad heaven of light. 

  	    Righteousness ne'er — awestruck or dumb — 
  	      Feared for an hour the tyrant's heel! 
12	    Injustice to the combat sprang;
  	      God to the rescue — Liberty, peal! 

  	    Joy is in every belfry bell — 
15	      Joy for the captive! Sound it long! 
  	    Ye who have wept fourscore can tell
  	      The holy meaning of their song. 

18	    'Tis freedom's birthday — blood-bought
  	        boon! 
  	      O war-rent flag! O soldier-shroud! 
21	    Thine be the glory — nor too soon
  	      Is heard your "Cry aloud!" 

 
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 1	    O not too soon is rent the chain
  	      And charter, trampling right in dust! 
 3	    Till God is God no longer — ne'er again
  	      Quench liberty that's just. 

  	      Lynn, Mass., February 3, 1865.