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124 Watch and guard his hours of rest Hide him from the searcher's quest. Through the city wrapped in sleep, O'er the river broad and deep; By the farmstead, through the vale Lighted by the moonbeams pale: O'er the prarie wild and wide, Where the red men still abide;
 * Hunters these, but not of slaves
 * Far more merciful than they;
 * Storms and tempests, winds and waves,
 * Nought, the fugitive must stay.
 * Pass him on!

Pass him on! Pass him on! Crime hath he committed none: Would you have him grovelling lie In the bonds of Slavery? Nobler for to rend in twain And throw off the yoke and chain; Nobler through darkness grim, Dangers thick besetting him. Freedom thus to seek in flight, 'Scaping from the gloom of night Unto freedom's glorious morn: From the darkness to the dawn
 * Leapeth he o'er chasms wide;
 * Help him all who help him can,
 * God the north star for his guide
 * Giveth; every fellow man—
 * Pass him on!