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Vessels of heavenly medicine! may the breeze / Auspicious waft your dark green forms to shore; / Safe may ye stem the wide surrounding roar / Of the wild whirlwinds and the raging seas; / And oh! if Liberty e'er deigned to stoop / From yonder lowly throne her crownless brow, / Sure she will breathe around your emerald group / The fairest breezes of her West that blow. / Yes! she will waft ye to some freeborn soul / Whose eye-beam, kindling as it meets your freight, / Her heaven-born flame in suffering Earth will light, / Until its radiance gleams from pole to pole, / And tyrant-hearts with powerless envy burst / To see their night of ignorance dispersed.