Classic Poem

It comes! the joyful day,
When tyranny's proud sway—
Stern as the grave—
Shall to the ground be hurl'd;
And Freedom's flag, unfurl'd,
Shall wave, throughout the world,
O'er ev'ry slave.

Trump of glad Jubilee!
Echo o'er land and sea,
Freedom for all!
Let the glad tidings fly,
And ev'ry tribe reply,
“Glory to God on high!”
At Slavery's fall.