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"We knew thee of old,
Oh, divinely restored,
By the lights of thine eyes
And the light of thy Sword.
1
From the graves of our slain
Shall thy valour prevail
As we greet thee again-
Hail, Liberty! Hail!
2
Long time didst thou dwell
Mid the peoples that mourn,
Awaiting some voice
That should bid thee return.
3
Ah, slow broke that day
And no man dared call,
For the shadow of tyranny
Lay over all.
4
And we saw thee sad-eyed,
The tears on thy cheeks
While thy raiment was dyed
In the blood of the Greeks.
5
Yet, behold now thy sons
With impetuous breath
Go forth to the fight
Seeking Freedom or Death.
6
From the graves of our slain
Shall thy valour prevail
As we greet thee again-
Hail, Liberty! Hail!"

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