The Universal Republic

Upon the skyline i' the dark
The Sun that now is but a spark;
But soon will be unfurled
The glorious banner of us all,
The flag that rises ne'er to fall,
Republic of the World!

Upon the skyline i' the dark
The Sun that now is but a spark;
—But soon will be unfurled
The glorious banner of us all,
The flag that rises ne'er to fall,
—Republic of the World!
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