Along the tall mountain, along the tost wave,
Swept the ranks of the bond, swept the ranks of the brave;
And a shout as of waters went up to the dome,
And a sun-drinking banner unfurled,
Like an archangel's pinion flashed out from his home,
Uttered freedom and hope to the world.
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O'er the mountain and tide its magnificent fold,
With a terrible glitter of azure and gold,
In the storm and the sunshine forever unrolled.
It blazed in the valley; it blazed on the mast;
It flew like a comrade abroad with the blast;