the army of reform.
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And they were few, who, all unawed
By kingly "rights divine,"
The Declaration, rebel scroll,
Untrembling dared to sign.
By kingly "rights divine,"
The Declaration, rebel scroll,
Untrembling dared to sign.
Yes, ye are few, for one proud glance
Can take in all your band,
As now against a countless host,
Firm, true, and calm, ye stand.
Can take in all your band,
As now against a countless host,
Firm, true, and calm, ye stand.
Unmoved by Folly's idiot laugh,
Hate's curse, or Envy's frown,—
Wearing your rights as royal robes,
Your manhood as a crown,—
Hate's curse, or Envy's frown,—
Wearing your rights as royal robes,
Your manhood as a crown,—
With eyes whose gaze, unveiled by mists,
Still rises clearer, higher,—
With stainless hands, and lips that Truth
Hath touched with living fire,—
Still rises clearer, higher,—
With stainless hands, and lips that Truth
Hath touched with living fire,—
With one high hope, that ever shines
Before you as a star,—
One prayer of faith, one fount of strength,—
A glorious few ye are!
Before you as a star,—
One prayer of faith, one fount of strength,—
A glorious few ye are!
