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The blue sky arching overhead, / The green turf 'neath my daily tread, / All glorified by freedom's light, / Grow fair and lovely to my sight.
The very winds that sweep along / Seemed burdened with a lovely song, / Nor shrieks nor groans of grief or fear, / Float on their wings and pain my ear.
No more with dull and aching breast, / Roused by the horn -- I rise from rest / Content and cheerful with my lot, / I greet the sun and leave my cot.
For darling child and loving wife / I toil with newly waken'd life; / The light that lingers round her smile / The shadows from my soul beguile.
The pratile of my darling boy / Fills my old heart with untold joy; / Before his laughter, mirth and song / Fade out long scores of grief and wrong.
Oh, never did the world appear / So lovely to my eye and ear, / 'Till Freedom came, with Joy and Peace, / And bade my hateful bondage cease!