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From the New York Independent. THE PRESIDENT'S PLOCLAMATION . BY EDNA DEAN PROCTOR. John Brown Song. John Brown died on a scaffold for the slave; Dark was the hour when we dug his hallowed grave; Now God avenges the life he gladly gave— Freedom reigns to-day! Glory, glory, hallelujah, Glory, glory, hallelujah, Glory, glory, hallelujah, Freedom reigns to-day! John Brown sowed, and his harvesters are we;— Honor to him who has made the bondmen free! Loved evermore shall our noble Ruler be— Freedom reigns to-day! Glory, etc. John Brown's body lies mouldering in the grave; Bright, o'er the sod, let the starry banner wave— L o! for the millions he periled all to save, Freedom reigns to-day! Glory, etc. John Brown lives—we are gaining on our foes— Right shall be victor whatever may oppose— Fresh, through the darkness, the wind of morning blows— Freedom reigns to-day! Glory, etc. John Brown's soul through the world is marching on; Hail to the hour when oppression shall be gone! All men will sing, in the better age's dawn, Freedom reigns to-day! Glory, etc. John Brown dwells where the battle-strife is o'er; Hate cannot harm him, nor sorrow stir him more; Earth will remember the crown of thorns he wore— Freedom reigns to-day! Glory, etc. John Brown's body lies mouldering in the grave; John Brown lives in the triumphs of the brave; John Brown's soul not a higher joy can crave— Freedom reigns to-day! Glory, etc.