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From the New York Independent.

THE PRESIDENT'S PLOCLAMATION.

BY EDNA DEAN PROCTOR.

John Brown Song.
John Brown died on a scaffold for the slave;Dark was the hour when we dug his hallowed grave;Now God avenges the life he gladly gave—Freedom reigns to-day!Glory, glory, hallelujah,Glory, glory, hallelujah,Glory, glory, hallelujah,Freedom reigns to-day!
John Brown sowed, and his harvesters are we;—Honor to him who has made the bondmen free!Loved evermore shall our noble Ruler be—Freedom reigns to-day!Glory, etc.
John Brown's body lies mouldering in the grave;Bright, o'er the sod, let the starry banner wave—Lo! for the millions he periled all to save,Freedom reigns to-day!Glory, etc.
John Brown lives—we are gaining on our foes—Right shall be victor whatever may oppose—Fresh, through the darkness, the wind of morning blows—Freedom reigns to-day!Glory, etc.
John Brown's soul through the world is marching on;Hail to the hour when oppression shall be gone!All men will sing, in the better age's dawn,Freedom reigns to-day!Glory, etc.
John Brown dwells where the battle-strife is o'er;Hate cannot harm him, nor sorrow stir him more;Earth will remember the crown of thorns he wore—Freedom reigns to-day!Glory, etc.
John Brown's body lies mouldering in the grave;John Brown lives in the triumphs of the brave;John Brown's soul not a higher joy can crave—Freedom reigns to-day!Glory, etc.
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