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   {
    "text": "Quiet they lie in their shrouds of rest,",
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   {
    "text": "Their lids kissed close ’neath the lips of peace;",
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   {
    "text": "Over each pulseless and painless breast",
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   {
    "text": "The hands lie folded and softly pressed,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "As a dead dove presses a broken nest;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Ah, broken hearts were the price of these!",
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  ],
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   {
    "text": "The lips of their anguish are cold and still,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "For them are the clouds and the gloom all past;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "No longer the woe of the world can thrill",
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   },
   {
    "text": "The chords of those tender hearts, or fill",
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   {
    "text": "The silent dead-house! The “people’s will”",
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   {
    "text": "Has mapped asunder the strings at last.",
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  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "“The people’s will!” Ah, in years to come,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Dearly ye’ll weep that ye did not save!",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Do ye not hear now the muffled drum,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "The tramping feet and the ceaseless hum,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Of the million marchers⁠—trembling, dumb,",
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   {
    "text": "In their tread to a yawning, giant grave?",
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  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "And yet, ah! yet there’s a rift of white!",
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   },
   {
    "text": "’Tis breaking over the martyrs’ shrine!",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Halt there, ye doomed ones⁠—it scathes the night,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "As lightning darts from its scabbard bright",
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   },
   {
    "text": "And sweeps the face of the sky with light!",
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   },
   {
    "text": "“No more shall be spilled out the blood-red wine!”",
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  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "These are the words it has written there,",
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   {
    "text": "Keen as the lance of the northern morn;",
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   {
    "text": "The sword of Justice gleams in its glare,",
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   {
    "text": "And the arm of Justice, upraised and bare,",
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   {
    "text": "Is true to strike, aye, ’tis strong to dare;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "It will fall where the curse of our land is born.",
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  ],
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   {
    "text": "No more shall the necks of the nations be crushed,",
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   {
    "text": "No more to dark Tyranny’s throne bend the knee;",
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   {
    "text": "No more in abjection be ground to the dust!",
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   {
    "text": "By their widows, their orphans, our dead comrades’ trust,",
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   {
    "text": "By the brave heart-beats stilled, by the brave voices hushed,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "We swear that humanity yet shall be free!",
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