Act 2 — THE HILLS WERE MADE FOR FREEDOM.
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When freedom from her home was driven, 'Mid vine-clad vales of Switzerland, She sought the glorious Alps of heaven, And there, 'mid cliffs by lightnings riven, Gathered her hero-band.
And still outrings her freedom-song, Amid the glaciers sparkling there, At Sabbath bell, as peasants throng Their mountain fastnesses along, Happy, and free as air.
The hills were made for freedom; they Break at a breath the tyrant's rod; Chains clank in valleys; there the prey Writhes 'neath Oppression's heel alway: Hills bow to none but God!
WILLIAM GOLDSMITH BROWN.
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