Classic Poem

Unshrinking from the storm,
Sisters! bear well your part;
With woman's fragile form,
But more than manhood's heart:
For scorn'd and broken laws,
For honor and the right,
For Freedom's sacred cause,
For liberty and light.

God give ye strength to run,
Unaw'd by earth or hell,
The race ye have begun
So gloriously and well;
Until the trumpet call
Of Freedom has gone forth,
With joy and life to all
The bondmen of the earth.

Until immortal mind,
Unshackled, walks abroad,
And chains no longer bind
The image of our God;
Until no captive one
Murmurs on land or wave;
Till, in his course, the sun
Looks not upon a SLAVE .