Blood upon All the South
Unshelter'd from the burning rays,
The panting bondman lies,
Toil and the scourge cut short his days,
He sinks — he faints — he dies!
No Wife's — no Mother's hand is there,
To close his failing eyes;
Unsooth'd by Friendship's tender care,
The wretched bondman dies!
He dies — not by the single hand,
That gave the mortal blow —
His blood is on the guilty band ,
Who reckless bade it flow.
Ye Masters! rise, and purge the stain,
A freeman's rights bestow;
Else God will burst the bondman's chain,
And fill yourselves with woe.
The panting bondman lies,
Toil and the scourge cut short his days,
He sinks — he faints — he dies!
No Wife's — no Mother's hand is there,
To close his failing eyes;
Unsooth'd by Friendship's tender care,
The wretched bondman dies!
He dies — not by the single hand,
That gave the mortal blow —
His blood is on the guilty band ,
Who reckless bade it flow.
Ye Masters! rise, and purge the stain,
A freeman's rights bestow;
Else God will burst the bondman's chain,
And fill yourselves with woe.
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