O Liberty

Thy light, O Liberty,
If not for me
Is not for thee.
Only if boldly mine
Can it be wholly thine.

If I am slave,
Then thou art broken;
If I’m in shade,
Base things have spoken;
If I am dark,
Then thou art not.

Thy light, O Liberty,
When in me fire,
Lights thee up higher;
When in me lightning,
Guides thee in fighting!
When in me risen,
Lets thee from prison.

Thy light—my light;
My light—thine.
Strong the reason,
Lasting  season,
When these two entwine!

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