A Parody
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Title
A Parody
Description
My country! 'tis for thee,
Dark land of slavery,
Land, where he toiled and died,
To serve a tyrant's pride -
My native country! thee,
Land of the noble free -
A fast in sorrow keep,
The stain is foul and deep
From every mountain side,
Upon the ocean's tide,
The woods and templed hills,
I hear a voice which thrills,
Arise! break every band,
And sound throughout this land
But all that breathe partake,
And slaves their silence break -
Our father's God! to thee,
Author of Liberty,
Let Freedom's light endure,
And liberty to all secure,
Dark land of slavery,
For Thee I weep;
Land where the slave has signed,Land, where he toiled and died,
To serve a tyrant's pride -
For thee I weep,
My native country! thee,
Land of the noble free -
Of Liberty -
My native country, weep;A fast in sorrow keep,
The stain is foul and deep
Of slavery.
From every mountain side,
Upon the ocean's tide,
They call on thee;
Amid thy rocks and rills,The woods and templed hills,
I hear a voice which thrills,
Let all go free!
Arise! break every band,
And sound throughout this land
Sweet Freedom's song:
No groans that song shall break,But all that breathe partake,
And slaves their silence break -
The sound prolong.
Our father's God! to thee,
Author of Liberty,
To thee we pray:
Soon may our land be pure,Let Freedom's light endure,
And liberty to all secure,
Beneath thy sway.
Creator
Unattributed
Source
2:23, p. 92
Date
1838.07.28
Contributor
From the Bangor Farmer
Collection
Citation
Unattributed, “A Parody,” Periodical Poets, accessed May 19, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/271.
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