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123 In one unity of love, Blissful as the life above; Ye who speak and wield the pen, Eloquent for rights of men,
 * And would proudly spurn the thought
 * That if you had skins less fair,
 * You might then be sold and bought,
 * And the galling fetters wear.
 * Pass him on!

Pass him on! Pass him on! Though his foes be legion; Though the bloodhounds on his track Yelling, strive to bring him back. Though man-hunters from the South Threat you with the pistol's mouth, And the federative law Would your spirits overawe; Heed them not; imprisonment! Take it, and be well content; Heed them not; endure the fine, Grow, through sacrifice divine;
 * Do as you'd be done unto,
 * Careless of the consequence;
 * Keep the higher law in view
 * Heed not ruffian violence.
 * Pass him on!

Pass him on! Pass him on! Let him lie your couch upon; Give him raiment, give him food, Give him kindly words and good;