A Song of Liberty, Plates 25–27 / Chorus Lyrics

O citizen of London, enlarge thy countenance:
O Jew. Leave counting gold! Return to thy oil and wine.
O African! Black African! (Go, winged thought, widen his forehead)
Crying: empire is no more! And now the lion & wolf shall cease.
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Let the priests of the raven of dawn, no longer in deadly black with hoarse note curse the sons of joy.
Nor his accepted brethren, whom, tyrant, he calls free: lay the bound or build the roof.
Nor pale religious letchery call the virginity that wishes but acts not! For every thing that lives is holy.