Chartists and Liberty

Yes! the morning is awakening,
When the Charter must be won—
Yes! the darkness now is breaking,
At the dawning of the sun
Of Liberty.

Not the countless dew-drops beaming
All in beauty o’er the land,
When the moon’s first ray is streaming,
Shall surpass the numerous band
Of Liberty.

Multitudes, that none can number,
In that season of their power,
Shall arise, as from a slumber,
Chartists wakened in an hour
Of Liberty.

Then from the craggy mountains
The joyful shout shall fly,
And shady vales and fountains
Shall echo the reply
Of Liberty.

The poor man’s lowly dwelling
Shall send the news around,
With many voices swelling
In one continued sound
Of Liberty.

Then shall the voice of singing
Flow joyfully along,
And Chartists be rejoicing
In one triumphant song
Of Liberty.