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Richard Allen will never die His deeds are fresh as nature They reflect their value As the years roll by.

His race was bound In religious chains He broke their fetters He set them free.

They knew not themselves So blinded were they They were sleeping giants Afraid of the fray.

Till Allen woke them And showed them the right To make no compromise Of their religious rights.

The Negro once thought Like the ox and horse The yoke and the bit Were all could guide him.