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ALL THINGS SPEAK.
Hark! Hark!! A voice! A voice is loudly sounding—
Free the slave—free the slave!
Sweet freedom's voice—o'er hill and dale resounding—
Free the slave—free the slave!
All nature shrinks the lash to hear—
The crimson dye—the groans and tears
All speak in accents loud and clear
Free the slave—free the slave!
Free the slave—free the slave!
Sweet freedom's voice—o'er hill and dale resounding—
Free the slave—free the slave!
All nature shrinks the lash to hear—
The crimson dye—the groans and tears
All speak in accents loud and clear
Free the slave—free the slave!
Slack! slack your hands! ye tyrants cease your folly;
Free the slave—free the slave!
Your brother's blood cries to the Lord Most Holy,
Free the slave—free the slave!
Your hand is smitten with disgrace—
Your laws are rigid, vile and base,
And conscience speaks from every breast
Free the slave—free the slave!
Free the slave—free the slave!
Your brother's blood cries to the Lord Most Holy,
Free the slave—free the slave!
Your hand is smitten with disgrace—
Your laws are rigid, vile and base,
And conscience speaks from every breast
Free the slave—free the slave!
Call back those hounds! O! let their boys no longer,
Grieve the slave—grieve the slave!
Let not your horns in dismal tones of thunder
Grieve the slave—grieve the slave!
The fetters break—your bondman's free;
And let the song of “Liberty,”
Re-echo o'er the land and sea;
I am free—I am free!
Grieve the slave—grieve the slave!
Let not your horns in dismal tones of thunder
Grieve the slave—grieve the slave!
The fetters break—your bondman's free;
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Re-echo o'er the land and sea;
I am free—I am free!
Behold your banner gently, gently floating
O'er the slave—o'er the slave!
Your Eagle spreads his golden wings exulting
O'er the slave—o'er the slave!
Three millions slaves are in his grasp,
And millions more he longs to clasp,
But God forbid his power shall last,
Free the slave—free the slave!
O'er the slave—o'er the slave!
Your Eagle spreads his golden wings exulting
O'er the slave—o'er the slave!
Three millions slaves are in his grasp,
And millions more he longs to clasp,
But God forbid his power shall last,
Free the slave—free the slave!
Herald go forth; and may success attend you
Free the slave—free the slave!
And may the God of righteousness defend you.
Free the slave—free the slave!
Put on your armor—make it bright,
And draw the bow with holy might,
And speed the arrows in their flight.
Free the slave—free the slave!
Free the slave—free the slave!
And may the God of righteousness defend you.
Free the slave—free the slave!
Put on your armor—make it bright,
And draw the bow with holy might,
And speed the arrows in their flight.
Free the slave—free the slave!
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