Classic Poem

Daughter of sadness! from the dust
Exalt thy fallen head;
In thy Redeemer firmly trust;
He calls thee from the dead.

Awake—awake!—put on thy strength,
Thy beautiful array;
The day of freedom dawns at length,
The Lord's appointed day.

Rebuild thy walls—thy bounds enlarge,
And send thy heralds forth;
Say to the south,—“Give up thy charge!
And keep not back, O north!”