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‘ Stir all your echoes up,

O Independence Bell,

And pour from your inverted cup

The song we love so well.

‘ Lift high your happy voice,

And swing your iron tongue

Till syllables of praise rejoice

That never yet were sung.

‘ Ring in the gleaming dawn

Of Freedom — Toll the knell

Of Tyranny, and then ring on,

O Independence Bell.—

‘ Ring on, and drown the moan,

Above the patriot slain,

Till sorrow's voice shall catch the tone

And join the glad refrain.

‘ Ring out the wounds of wrong

And rankle in the breast;

Your music like a slumber-song

Will lull revenge to rest.

‘ Ring out from Occident

To Orient, and peal

From continent to continent

The mighty joy you feel.

‘ Ring! Independence Bell!

Ring on till worlds to be

Shall listen to the tale you tell

Of love and Liberty!’