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for the fourth of july.
He asks,—am not I a man?
He pleads,—am not I a brother?
Then dare not, and hope not you can
The cry of humanity smother.
He pleads,—am not I a brother?
Then dare not, and hope not you can
The cry of humanity smother.
'T will be heard from the south to the north,
In our halls, and in poverty's shed:
It will go like a hurricane forth,
And wake up the living and dead.
In our halls, and in poverty's shed:
It will go like a hurricane forth,
And wake up the living and dead.
The dead whom the white man has slain,
They cry from the ground and the waves:
They once cried for mercy in vain,
They plead for their brothers the slaves.
They cry from the ground and the waves:
They once cried for mercy in vain,
They plead for their brothers the slaves.
O! let them my country be heard!
Be the land of the free and the brave!
And send forth the glorious word,
This is not the land of the slave!
Be the land of the free and the brave!
And send forth the glorious word,
This is not the land of the slave!
