Oppression Shall we for ever lick the dust Or fear the tyrant’s boding frown, And cringing, pander to the lust Of pamper’d minions of a crown? Shall we for ever bear the scorn Of heartless wealth and fancied power? Bequeath to ages yet unborn Our abjectness—a galling dower? Shall we for ever be the spoil Of greedy avarice? and brood O’er festering wrongs and thankless toil In calm and melancholy mood? Shall we behold the festive halls, Where the loud laugh of revelry Echoes along the tinselled walls In mockery of our misery? Shall we a blind submission pay To steel’d oppression’s ruthless reign? Quiescent sigh? and meekly pray Of death to end our rankling pain? Forbid it, God! the dignity Of manhood must awaken’d be; Justice demands, and Liberty Proclaims we must and shall be free! D.C. The Northern Star, September 3, 1842 |
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