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'V\Tiere Albion's rocks exult amidst the sea, Around the beauteous isle of Liberty ; — Man, through all ages of revolving time, Unchanging man, in every varying clime. Deems his own land of every land the pride. Beloved by heav'n o'er all the world beside ; His home the spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest.
And is the Negro outlaw'd from his birth ? Is he alone a stranger on the earth ? Is there no shed, whose peeping roof appears So lovely that it fills his eyes with tears ? No land, whose name, in exile heard, will dart Ice through his veins and lightning through his heart ? Ah ! yes ; beneath the beams of brighter skies, His home amidst his father's country lies ; There with the partner of his soul he shares Love-mingled pleasures, love-divided cares ;
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