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Poetry: Song Of The Abolitionist

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First published in Garrison's antislavery newspaper The Liberator on December 31, 1841.

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I. 1 xv. an abolitionisti I glory in the name; Though now by slavery's minionB hissed, And covered o'er with shame: It is a sp'ell of light and power- The watchword ot the free:- Who apurns it in this trial hour, A cravcn soulis hel IÏ. I n n abolitioniatl Then urge me not to pauso; For joyfully do I enlist ín Freedom'B sacred cause: A nobler etrife, tbe world me'er taw Th' enslav'd to disenthrall; I ani a soldier for the war, Whatever may befalll III. I am an abolitioniet - Oppreeíion'e deadly foe; la God'e great atrength will I reairt, And lay the monster low; In Gad's great name do I demand, To all be freedom given, That peace and joy may fil 1 the land, And ongs go up to heavenl IV. I tm an abolitionisti No threats shall awe my bouI, Jío perile cause me to deaiat, No bribes my acts control; A freeman will I Uve and die, In Bunshine and in shade, And raisö my voice for liberty, Of naught on earth afraid. IV. 1 tm an abolitioniat- The tyrant's bate and dread- The friend of all who are oppreaaed- A price is on my headl My country ia the wido, wide world, My countrymen mankind: - Down to the dust be Slavery hurledl All aervile chaina unbindï -Although it is not liicrally true that a price h,a been set upon the head of every aboluionist, vet it is undcniably true that all abolmomsts are outlawed by the South, and not one of them can travel in that part of the counrry, except at the peril of hls hfe. __