Classic Poem

Hear us, Father! while we cry,
Pleading for an injur'd race;
Make the bolts asunder fly,
By thine own resistless grace.

Let the captives all go free,
Let th' oppressor cease to reign,
And the arm of tyranny,
Never more be rais'd again.

Crush the system in the dust,
Ere another year be past;
Ev'ry chain and fetter burst,
Which have been around them cast.

Then will shrieks be turn'd to praise,
As the gory whip departs,
And the ransom'd daily raise
Songs of joy from grateful hearts.