Classic Poem

Let " freedom — freedom to the slave , "
The watch-word of the Christian be,
Till earth, and air, and ocean wave,
Unite with freemen's Jubilee.

'Tis time to break the galling chain,
That fetters strongly Afric's band;
'Tis time to wipe the deadly stain
From freedom's pure and sacred land.

Shall we, who claim this priceless soil
As freemen's wealth, and freemen's mine,
Condemn to slavery, chains, and toil,
The child of Afric's sunny clime?

No! not while through each channel laves
The healthful tide of crimson blood;
Not while the gospel banner waves
O'er hill and dale, o'er field and flood.