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Go forth to the Mount-bring the olive-branch home, And rejoice, for the day of our Freedom is come!

Bring myrtle and palm- bring the boughs of each

tree

That's worthy to wave o'er the tents of the Free.* From that day, when the footsteps of Israel shone,

With a light not their own, through the Jordan's deep tide,

Whose waters shrunk back as the Ark glided on - †
Oh, never had Judah an hour of such pride!
Go forth to the Mount - bring the olive-branch

home,

And rejoice, for the day of our Freedom is come!

IS IT NOT SWEET TO THINK, HEREAFTER. (AIR. — HAYDN.)

Is it not sweet to think, hereafter,
When the Spirit leaves this sphere,
Love, with deathless wing, shall waft her
To those she long hath mourn'd for here?

"Fetch olive-branches, and pine-branches, and myrtlebranches, and palm-branches, and branches of thick trees, to make booths."- Neh. viii. 15.

"And the priests that bare the ark of the covenant of the LORD stood firm on dry ground in the midst of Jordan, and all the Israelites passed over on dry ground." -Josh. iii. 17.

Hearts, from which 't was death to sever,
Eyes, this world can ne'er restore,
There, as warm, as bright as ever,

Shall meet us and be lost no more.

When wearily we wander, asking

Of earth and heav'n, where are they, Beneath whose smile we once lay basking, Blest, and thinking bliss would stay?

Hope still lifts her radiant finger

Pointing to th' eternal Home, Upon whose portal yet they linger, Looking back for us to come.

Alas, alas — doth Hope deceive us?

Shall friendship — love — shall all those ties That bind a moment, and then leave us,

Be found again where nothing dies?

Oh, if no other boon were given,

To keep our hearts from wrong and stain, Who would not try to win a Heaven

Where all we love shall live again?

WAR AGAINST BABYLON.

(AIR. — NOVELLO.)

WAR against Babylon!" shout we around,*
Be our banners through earth unfurl'd;
Rise up, ye nations, ye kings, at the sound-†

"War against Babylon!" shout through the world! Oh thou, that dwellest on many waters,

Thy day of pride is ended now;

And the dark curse of Israel's daughters
Breaks, like a thunder-cloud, over thy brow!
War, war, war against Babylon!

Make bright the arrows, and gather the shields,§
Set the standard of God on high;

Swarm we, like locusts, o'er all her fields,
"Zion" our watchword, and vengeance

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"Shout against her round about.” — Jer. l. 15.

"Set ye up a standard in the land, blow the trumpet among the nations, prepare the nations against her, call together against her the kingdoms," etc. etc. Ib. li. 27.

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+ "Oh thou that dwellest upon many waters, . thine end is come."- Ib. 13.

"Make bright the arrows; gather the shields. ... set up the standard upon the walls of Babylon." -Jer. 1. 11, 12.

"Woe unto them! for their day is come, the time of their visitation!" Jer. 1. 27.

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Is come, proud Land, thy doom is cast And the black surge of desolation Sweeps o'er thy guilty head, at last!

War, war, war against Babylon!

SET OF GLEES.

MUSIC BY MOORE.

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