Page:Poems written during the progress of the abolition question in the United States.djvu/29

 Where now beneath his burthen The toiling slave is driven,— When now a tyrant's mockery Is offered unto Heaven,— Where Mammon hath its altars Wet o'er with human blood, And Pride and Lust debases The workmanship of God— There shall thy praise by spoken, Redeemed from falsehood's ban, When the fetters shall be broken, And the slave shall be a man! Joy to thy spirit, brother!— A thousand hearts are warm— A thousand kindred bosoms Are baring to the storm. What though red-handed Violence With secret Fraud combine, The wall of fire is round us— Our present Help was thine! Lo—the waking up of nations, From Slavery's fatal sleep— The murmur of a universe— Deep calling unto deep!— Joy to thy spirit, brother!— On every wind of Heaven The onward cheer and summons Of is given!