Classic Poem

Ye, who liberty revere!
More than all things hold it dear,
Ye, who boast with hearty cheer,
Free and equal laws!
In the name of men oppress'd,
In the name of souls distress'd,
We demand their wrongs redress'd;
Who will aid our cause?

By oppressions, woes, and pains, —
By our brethren's servile chains, —
Will we, while our life remains,
War with slavery:
Yet no battle's storm shall low'r,
Truth shall claim the day and hour,
And Religion's holy pow'r
Gain our victory.