Though many still are writhing under The cruel whips of “chevaliers,” Who mothers from their children sunder, And scourge them for their helpless tears-- Their safe deliverance is not far, The day draws nigh!--hurrah, hurrah!
Just ere the dawn the darkness deepest Surrounds the earth as with a pall; Dry up thy tears, O thou that weepest, That on thy sight the rays may fall! No doubt let now thy bosom mar; Send up the shout--hurrah, hurrah!
Shall we distrust the God of heaven?-- He every doubt and fear will quell; By him the captive’s chains are riven-- So let us loud the chorus swell! Man shall be free from cruel law,-- Man shall be MAN!--hurrah, hurrah!
No more again shall it be granted To southern overseers to rule; No more will pilgrim’s sons be taunted With cringing low in slavery’s school. So clear the way for Freedom’s car, The free shall rule!--hurrah, hurrah!
Send up the shout Emancipation-- From heaven let the echoes bound-- Soon will it bless this franchised nation, Come raise again the stirring sound! Emancipation near and far-- Send up the shout--hurrah! hurrah!
United States, your banner wears Two emblems,--one of fame; Alas, the other that it bears, Reminds us of your shame. The white man’s liberty entypes, Stands blazoned by your stars; But what’s the meaning of your stripes, They mean your Negro-scars.--_Thomas Campbell._]
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