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Show so T he "·hitc man's bark is on the sea ; Her sails must catch the landward wintl , F or sudden vengeance sweeps behinU. O ur brethren from their graves have spoken, The yoke is spurned-the chain is brol.;en ; On all the hi lls our fires arc glowingThrough all the vales red blood is flowing ! No more the rnoc\;;ing \Vhite shall rest His foot upon the Negro's breast ,- No more, at morn or eve, shall drip The warm blood from the driver's \vhip :Yet, though Toussaint has vengeance sworn F or nil the wrongs his race have bornc,Though for euch d rop of Negro blood, 'rhc white man's veins shall pour a flood j Not all alone the sense of ill Around hi::; heart is lingering still, Nor deeper can the white man feel The generous warmth of grate ful zenl. Friends of the Negro! fly with me- The path is open to the sea: Away, for l ife! '-lie spol<e, and pressed T he young c hild to his manly hreast , As, headlong , through the crack ing cane, Down swept the d ark insurgent trainDrunken and grim-with shout and yell Howled through the dark, like sounds from hell ! Far out, in peace, the white man's ~ail Swayed free before the ' unrisc gale. 81 CloAuld -lil'- c tll at .IS 1a nd hung afar 0 , on g. the bright horizon's ve:ge eRr IwI htc.h tlt e c urse of servile war' And oh e-d Its red to rre nt , surge on surge. I Ic th. e Ner~"r' ro c lH unp·t on-where G n t te fi~rce tumult, struggled he 7 0 o traceh tm by the fiery g lare T;, dwellmgs in the midnight air-e yells of tri umph and de . The strea •. spatr-ms that crtmson to the sea! SleBe p calm) Y 1· 0 t 11 Y dunrreon-tomb • eneath Besancon's ~ien sky· , Dayr k I-I aytm· n !-for the time sha'l l come-ea, e ve n now is niah- ' "Whe n ' eve ry w 1l ere, thoy name shall be RA edde emed from color'.•, u. ~'"a my ; n men shall learn to spe ak of thee, As one of e arth's great spirits, born |