Poem by Anonymous

Chartists and Liberty

Yes! the morning is awakening, 
	When the Charter must be won—
Yes! the darkness now is breaking, 
	At the dawning of the sun 
		Of Liberty.

Not the countless dew-drops beaming
	All in beauty o’er the land, 
When the moon’s first ray is streaming,
	Shall surpass the numerous band 
		Of Liberty.

Multitudes, that none can number,
	In that season of their power, 
Shall arise, as from a slumber,
	Chartists wakened in an hour 
		Of Liberty.

Then from the craggy mountains
	The joyful shout shall fly, 
And shady vales and fountains
	Shall echo the reply 
		Of Liberty.

The poor man’s lowly dwelling
	Shall send the news around, 
With many voices swelling
	In one continued sound 
		Of Liberty.

Then shall the voice of singing
	Flow joyfully along, 
And Chartists be rejoicing
	In one triumphant song 
	Of Liberty. 

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2. Fare Ye Weel, My Auld Wife
3. Kitty of Coleraine
4. King Cormac’s Crown
5. Gathering of Atholl

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