TO ENGLISHMEN.
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Lo!—presto, change! its claims you urge,
Send greetings to it o'er the surge,
And comfort and protect it.
Send greetings to it o'er the surge,
And comfort and protect it.
But yesterday you scarce could shake,
In slave-abhorring rigor,
Our Northern palms, for conscience' sake:
To-day you clasp the hands that ache
With "walloping the nigger!"[1]
In slave-abhorring rigor,
Our Northern palms, for conscience' sake:
To-day you clasp the hands that ache
With "walloping the nigger!"[1]
O Englishmen!—in hope and creed,
In blood and tongue our brothers!
We too are heirs of Runnymede;
And Shakespeare's fame and Cromwell's deed
Are not alone our mother's.
In blood and tongue our brothers!
We too are heirs of Runnymede;
And Shakespeare's fame and Cromwell's deed
Are not alone our mother's.
"Thicker than water," in one rill
Through centuries of story
Through centuries of story
- ↑ See English caricatures of America: Slaveholder and cow-hide, with the motto, “Have n't I a right to wallop my nigger?”
