When Freedom From Her Mountain-height Unfurled Her Standard To The Air, She Tore The Azure Robe Of Night, And Set The Stars Of Glory There.

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When Freedom from her mountain-height
Unfurled her standard to the air,
She tore the azure robe of night,
And set the stars of glory there.
She mingled with its gorgeous dyes
The milky baldric of the skies,
And striped its pure, celestial white
With streakings of the morning light.

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