True Freedom

'Tis not in blood that Liberty inscribes her civil laws,
She writes them on the people's hearts in language clear and plain;
True thoughts have moved the world before, and so they shall again.
We yield to none in earnest love of freedom's cause sublime;
We join the cry " Fraternity! " We keep the march of Time.

'Tis not in blood that Liberty inscribes her civil laws,
She writes them on the people's hearts in language clear and plain;
True thoughts have moved the world before, and so they shall again.
We yield to none in earnest love of freedom's cause sublime;
We join the cry " Fraternity! " We keep the march of Time.
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