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You have no such hlood as ours
For the shedding : In the veins of cavaliers
Was its heading! You have no such statelv men In your " abolition den," To march through foe and fen,
Nothing dreading!
We mav fall before the fire
Of your legions, Paid with gold for murderous hire—
Bought allegiance; But for every drop you shed, You shall have a mound of dead, And the vultures shall be fed
In your regions.
But the battle to the strong
Is not given, While the judge of right and wrong
Sits in Heaven! And the God of David still Guides the pebble with his will. There are giants yet to kill-—
Wrongs unshriven. |
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