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have been patient—and they named us weak;

We have been silent—and they judged us meek.

Now, in the much-abused, high name of God

We speak.

Oh, not with faltering or uncertain tone—

With chosen words we make our meaning known,

That like a great wind from the West shall shake

The double throne.

Our colors flame upon the topmost mast,—

We lift the glove so arrogantly cast,

And in the much-abused, high name of God

We speak at last.

Theodosia Garrison.