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THE CHAINED RIVER

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Home I love, I now must leave thee! Home I love, I now must go

Far away, although it grieve me, through the valley, through the snow.


By the night and through the valley, though the hail against us flies,

Till we reach the frozen river – on its bank the foeman lies.


Frozen river, mighty river! – wilt thou e'er again be free

From the fountain through the mountain, from the mountain to the sea.


Yes; though Freedom's glorious river for a time be frozen fast,

Still it cannot hold forever – Winter's reign will soon be past.


Still it runs, although 'tis frozen – on beneath the icy plain,

From the mountain to the ocean – free as thought, though held in chain.


From the mountain to the ocean, from the ocean to the sky,

Then in rainy drops returning – lo the ice-chains burst and fly!


And the ice makes great the river. Breast the spring-flood if you dare!

Rivers run though ice be o'er them – God and Freedom everywhere!


Continental Monthly, Vol. III, No IV, April 1863

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