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Poetry: An Address To Christian Abolitionists

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Now is the hour that soüthern power For desperate conflict rallies, And sonda her threats through all the land, And summoDS all her allies; Now, Cbristiane! aow.with dauatless brow Back bold defioncc send her; And aouDd on high aloud the cry, Our rightB we'll no'er surrender. Oh! think of all tho blood-stained thral!, Pro-slavery's persecution, - Aye, think aDd feel the marlyr's zeal, And God give resolulion! Our native land now calis our hand, From elavery todefend her - Let earth and eky 6end back the cry, Our righta wo'll ne'er Burrender. Sball wicked naan, with iron hand, His fellow man be binding? We idly stand, nor lift our hand Tho eufferera ne'er mindingi To cruel knavea ehall tvb be slavesl Or trust their naercies tendcri No! swell the cry, we'll sooner die, Than liberty 6urrendcr. Our cause is pura and wiíl enduro, Till liberty'a extended To every man throughout the land, And slavery is ended: Our cause ia right - the God of raight Will U8 bis bleesing render, Then loud be heard our rally in;; word, Our right8 we'll ne'er suFrender. Though Congres8 base herself disgrnce, O'er-awed by mob-debaters - Do cowardly go bejid the knee, To sou the rn agitators; Yet Congress-raen will soon.I ken, Dishonored seata surrender, And Fretdom's Voice shall make a choice Of men that will defend her.