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“Some Northern men despise me much
And fear pollution from my touch,
And cry to heaven both night and day
To smite me dead without delay;
Then from their altars turn away,
The painted hypocrite to play,
And to my filthy garments cling
And seek to crown me as their king.
If I but gain their votes at last,
I care not how they pray and fast;
Their prayers are but the merest hoax—
But daring and blasphemous jokes.
When I am privileged to see
Their words and actions both agree,
I then may tremble, not before,
Upon my lofty seat of power.
And fear pollution from my touch,
And cry to heaven both night and day
To smite me dead without delay;
Then from their altars turn away,
The painted hypocrite to play,
And to my filthy garments cling
And seek to crown me as their king.
If I but gain their votes at last,
I care not how they pray and fast;
Their prayers are but the merest hoax—
But daring and blasphemous jokes.
When I am privileged to see
Their words and actions both agree,
I then may tremble, not before,
Upon my lofty seat of power.
| The Repeal of the Missouri Compromise | |