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HYMN TO LIBERTY

DIONYSIUS SALOMOS

YES! I know thee by the lightning
Of thy tyrant-slaying glaive,
By thine awful glances bright'ning
As thou gazest on the brave.

Kindle from our country's ashes,
Liberty! thy sacred fire.

Many a Spartan sabre clashes;
Breathe on one Tyrtaan lyre.

Thou wert groveling in the dust.
Humbled by thy bitter doom;
Heaven was still thine only trust-

Heaven has uttered, "Quit the tomb!"

Brooding o'er our hills and plains,
Silence watch'd the thunder near;
Every arm was cramp'd by chains,
Every heart was chill'd by fear.

Now thy sons, defying danger,
Strike beneath their native sky,
And distrusting every stranger,
Swear to free themselves, or die.

Seven young sisters from the main, Raised on high applauding hands, Though protection's treacherous chain Bound them still in flowery bands.

Woe to those who meet the glaive

Grasp'd by Freedom's fearless hand,
And infatuated brave

Græcia's roused and patriot band.

GARIBALDI'S WAR HYMN

LUIGI MERCANTINI

COME, arm ye! Come, arm ye!

From vineyards of olives, from grape-mantled bowers,
Where landscapes are laughing in mazes of flowers;
From mountains all lighted by sapphire and amber,
From cities of marble, from temples and marts,
Arise, all ye valiants! your manhood proclaiming,
Whilst thunders are meeting, and sabres are flaming,
For honor, for glory, the bugles are sounding,
To quicken your pulses, and gladden your hearts.
Then hurl our fierce foeman far from us forever,
The Day is dawning, the Day is dawning,
Which shall be our own!

Too long cruel tyrants have trampled us under,
The chains they have forged us are riven asunder:
The Scions of Italy rise in defiance,

Her flag nobly flutters where breezes are kind:

To landward and seaward, the Foe shall be broken, Where Heroes have gathered, where Martyrs have

spoken,

And Italy's Throne shall be rooted in Freedom,

Whilst Monarch and people are all of one mind:

Then hurl our fierce foeman, etc.

LA BRABANÇONNE

LOUIS DECHEZ

THE years of slavery are past,
The Belgian rejoices once more;
Courage restores to him at last
The rights he held of yore!
Strong and firm his clasp will be,

Keeping the ancient flag unfurl'd

To fling its message on the watchful world: For King, for Right, and Liberty!

For thee, dear country, cherished motherland,
Our songs and our valor we give;
Never from thee our hearts are banned,

For thee alone we live!

And thy years shall glorious be,

Circled in Unity's embrace,

Thy sons shall cherish thee in ev'ry place For King, for Right, and Liberty.

SERBIAN NATIONAL ANTHEM

GOD! Who in by-gones hast saved us thy people, Great King of Justice, hear us this day: While for our country, for Serbia's salvation, We with devotion unceasingly pray.

Onward! onward

Lead us ever,

Out of shadow into light,

Till our ship of state be anchored
Thro' the mercy of Thy might:

Till our foes be spent and scatter'd
In the fullness of the Light,
Serbia's king, and Serbia's land,
Guard forevermore.

HYMN OF FREE RUSSIA

KONSTANTIN BALMONT

YOUNG Russia, hail, victorious!
All praise we chant to thee.
Amid the nations, glorious

Thou standest, proud and free.

No tyrant shall enslave thee,
Thy sun arises bright!

All hail to those who gave thee
New Freedom's sacred light!

Young Russia, hail, victorious!
All praise we chant to thee.
Amid the nations, glorious
Thou standest, proud and free.

A song of countless voices
Resounds from shore to shore,
The Russian folk rejoices
With Freedom evermore!

Young Russia, hail, victorious!
All praise we chant to thee.
Amid the nations, glorious

Thou standest, proud and free.

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