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GOD bless New Hampshire! from her granite peaks / Once more the voice of Stark and Langdon speaks. / The long-bound vassal of the exulting South / For very shame her self-forged chain has broken; / Torn the black seal of slavery from her mouth, / And in the clear tones of her old time spoken! / Oh, all undreamed-of, all unhoped-for changes / The tyrant's ally proves his sternest foe; / To all his biddings, from her mountain ranges, / New Hampshire thunders an indignant No! / Who is it now despairs? Oh, faint of heart, / Look upward to those Northern mountains cold, / Flouted by Freedom's victor-flag unrolled, / And gather strength to bear a manlier part / All is not lost. The angel of God's blessing / Encamps with Freedom on the field of fight; / Still to her banner, day by day, are pressing, / Unlooked-for allies, striking for the right / Courage, then, Northern hearts! Be firm, be true: / What one brave State hath done, can ye not also do? / 1845.