Classic Poem

Natives of a land of glory!
Daughters of the good and brave!
Hear the injur'd captive's story;
Hear, and help the kneeling slave.

Think, how nought but death can sever
Your lov'd children from your hold;
Still alive — but lost forever —
Ours are parted, bought and sold!

Seize then ev'ry fav'ring season —
Scorning censure or applause;
Justice, truth, religion, reason,
Are your leaders in the cause!

Follow! — faithful, firm, confiding, —
Spread our wrongs from shore to shore;
Mercy's God your efforts guiding,
Slavery shall be known no more.