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THE HILL OF FREEDOM. 



Shall Birds and their Freedom engross all the 



Song ? 

 Forbid it, O ye! Jthat to music belong. 

 Awake Harp ! once more with thy melody wake ! 

 Let the Freedom of Man of the Song now partake ; 

 Let the chords from thy strings in loud energy roll; 

 And let Truth and let Justice the cadence control. 

 Who hath not heard of Freedom ? — delightful the 



sound ! 

 Wherever she dwells may be deemed holy ground. 

 In cities she, sometimes, is pleas'd to reside; 

 And. sometimes, the hermit's lone cottage beside ; 

 But the country, for ever, abode of her choice : 

 In woods, meadows, on mountains, her footsteps rejoice. 

 .She hath long had, in Britain, a high chosen seat; 

 And Columbia, for her, is a sacred retreat. 

 O'er the South — o'er Peru — to the Andes — the Shore, 

 Where Tezcalipoca* the natives adore, 



* One of the imaginary Gods of the Mexican Indians, of whom 

 thus sings South ev in his Madoc 



" Among the Gods of yon unhappy race, 



Ttzculiboca as the chief they rank, 



Or with their chief co-equai ; maker he 



And master of created things esteem'd. 



He sits upon a throne of trophied skulls 



Hideous and huge." 



Part II. Seel. II. 



