![]() ![]() Singing: "The Sun has left his blackness has found a fresher morning,Īnd the fair Moon rejoices in the clear cloudless night įor Empire is no more, and now the Lion Wolf shall cease."įrom "America: A Prophecy" by William Blake They look behind at every step believe it is a dream, Rise and look out his chains are loose, his dungeon doors are open Īnd let his wife and children return from the oppressor's scourge. Whose face has never seen a smile in thirty weary years, Let the inchained soul, shut up in darkness and in sighing, Let him look up into the heavens laugh in the bright air ![]() Let the slave grinding at the mill run out into the field, Spring like redeemed captives when their bonds bars are burst. Reviving shake, inspiring move, breathing, awakening, The bones of death, the cov'ring clay, the sinews shrunk dry'd The grave is burst, the spices shed, the linen wrapped up The morning comes, the night decays, the watchmen leave their stations ![]()
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