Song of A Thousand Years.

Song of A Thousand Years.
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A thousand years, my own Columbia
‘Tis the glad day so long foretold;
‘Tis the glad morn whose early twilight
Washington saw in times of old.

What to the clouds one little monent
Hide the bine sky when morn appears,
When the bright sun that tinte them crimson
Rises to shine a thousand years.
Chorus

Tell the great world these blessed tidingas
Yes, and be sure the bondman hears.
Tell the oppressed of every nation.
Jubiles lasts a thousand years!
Chorus.

Envious foes beyond the ocean,
Little wa heed your threatening sneers! Little will they, our children’s chitiren
When you are gone a thousand years.
Chorus.

Rebels at home, go hide your facee;
Weep for your crimes with bitter tearat
You could not blind the blessed daylight
Though you should strive a thousand yeam
Chorus

Back to your dens, ye secret traltors,
Down to your own degraded spheres
Ere the first blaze of dazzling sunshine
Shortens your lives a thousand years.
Chorus.

Haste thes along, thou glorious noonday.
Oh, for the eyes of ancient seerel
Oh, for the falth of him who reckone
Each of his daya a thousand years
Chorus