Classic Poem

Sons and daughters of the pilgrims,
Who of noble birth are proud!
Lo! the glorious cause of FREEDOM
For exertion calls aloud;
While the monster
Still within the land is found.

See — " the fettered slave is bleeding,
Lashed by some incarnate fiend; "
Hear the mother — children, pleading,
Heaven relief would quickly send!
Cruel tyrant!
When will thy oppressions end?

O thou Great Eternal Father!
Haste thee on the glorious day,
When the mighty arch deceiver
Shall no more his wrath display;
Then our cause will
Gain the universal sway.