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[77] And now their sons all rise again,
     With hearts as brave and true--
The good old times are gone, and yet,
     Thank God! we have these new;
The tree our sires had planted
     Seemed withering where it grew,
But now 'tis bursting into bloom
     'Neath heaven's own light and dew.
The glorious Tree of Liberty,
     The seed of Seventy-six!

--Phila. Inquirer.

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