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Dedicated
FIRST.
To the memoryOf that angelic woman,
Who claimed me as her son;
Of that majestic woman,
Whose race on earth was run—
Long before I was old enough,
To reason right from wrong;
Long before I listened to
Redemption's saving song.
Of that Christ loving woman,
Who's now at Jesus' home,
Who sits and talks with angels,
And with archangels roam.
SECOND.
To the conscience of the nation,With the hopes that it may rise
To the point of elevation
That will open up its eyes,
And lend to us a list'ning ear,
For the pitiful tale of woe,
That Ajax cannot sleep at night
For lynchers are aglow.
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They hang him to a tree;
They chop him up like sausage meat,
From home they make him flee.
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