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Normale Version: T WAS when the land was struggling to break free
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'T WAS when the land was struggling to break free
From Slavery's fetter and provincial ban,
Whilst a great people dreaded liberty, —
That the dire conflict of thine age began.
Thy voice rang clear o'er selfish sect and clan;
Nor politician's, priest's, nor tradesman's plea
Did aught avail to quench, but more to fan
The flame that must consume all slavery, —
The serf then franchised and proclaimed a man.
Long wast thou heard amid the scoff and scorn
Of voices potent in thy city dear;
Steadfast didst face the storm, with heart of cheer,
And prove thyself the freeman nobly born,
Preacher of righteousness, of saints the peer.