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Lo! where Mississippi rolls Oceanward its stream, Upward mounting, folds on folds, Flaming fire-tongues gleam; 'Tis the planters' grand oblation On the altar of the nation; 'Tis a willing sacrifice-- Let the golden incense rise-- Pile the Cotton to the skies! CHORUS--Lo! the sacrificial flame Gilds the starry dome of night! Nations! read the mute acclaim-- 'Tis for liberty we fight! Homes! Religion! Right!