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An Anonymous Worker

"The Abolitionist Hymn" (karaoke)

"The Abolitionist Hymn" (sheet music)


We ask not that the slave should lie

As lies his master at his ease

Beneath a silken canopy

Or in the shade of blooming tree.

 

We ask not “eye for eye” that all

Who forge the chain and ply the whip

Should feel their torture while the thrall

Should wield the scourge of mastership.

 

We mourn not that the man should toil

‘Tis nature’s need; ‘Tis God’s decree

But let the hand that tills the soil

Be like the wind that fans it, free.


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