“Oh, Liberty, thou Goddess heavenly bright,
Profuse of bliss, and pregnant with delight,
Eternal pleasures in thy presence reign,
And smiling Plenty leads thy wanton train.
Eased of her load, Subjection grows more light,
And Poverty looks cheerful in thy sight.
Thou mak’st the gloomy face of Nature gay,
Giv’st beauty to the sun, and pleasure to the day.
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Wrenched the red scourge from proud oppressors’ hands,