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Thy Door
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The door to tomorrow,
Opens in the shadows of today,
So brush aside the path of sorrow,
And make your way
The shackles rend, your hands are free,
You need no longer humb'ly bow
Beneath the lash of tyranny;
Go shape the molten metal now.
Behold! "The Door of Hope," ajar,
And Freedom freely beckoning;
She bids you gaze upon a star,
And veer not from your reckoning!
The door to tomorrow,
Opens in the shadows of today,
So brush aside the path of sorrow,
And make your way
The shackles rend, your hands are free,
You need no longer humb'ly bow
Beneath the lash of tyranny;
Go shape the molten metal now.
Behold! "The Door of Hope," ajar,
And Freedom freely beckoning;
She bids you gaze upon a star,
And veer not from your reckoning!
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