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 | The Repeal of the Missouri Compromise |  |
The grave Nebraska leaders feel
That by their treacherous repeal
Of the Missouri Compromise,
They've plucked away from Freedom's skies
The glorious sun revolving there,
And buried hope in deep despair.
That sun, long partially obscured,
They think eternally immured
Within the darkest, foulest night,
No more to shed her glorious light.
That by their treacherous repeal
Of the Missouri Compromise,
They've plucked away from Freedom's skies
The glorious sun revolving there,
And buried hope in deep despair.
That sun, long partially obscured,
They think eternally immured
Within the darkest, foulest night,
No more to shed her glorious light.
| The Repeal of the Missouri Compromise | |