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THE MARTYR OF ALABAMA.
Then danced with careless, brutal feet,
Upon the murdered boy.
Upon the murdered boy.
Christians behold that martyred child!
His blood cries from the ground;
Before the sleepless eye of God,
He shows each gaping wound.
His blood cries from the ground;
Before the sleepless eye of God,
He shows each gaping wound.
Oh! Church of Christ arise! arise!
Lest crimson stain thy hand,
When God shall inquisition make
For blood shed in the land.
Lest crimson stain thy hand,
When God shall inquisition make
For blood shed in the land.
Take sackcloth of the darkest hue,
And shroud the pulpits round;
Servants of him who cannot lie
Sit mourning on the ground.
And shroud the pulpits round;
Servants of him who cannot lie
Sit mourning on the ground.
Let holy horror blanch each brow,
Pale every check with fears,
And rocks and stones, if ye could speak,
Ye well might melt to tears.
Pale every check with fears,
And rocks and stones, if ye could speak,
Ye well might melt to tears.
Through every fane send forth a cry,
Of sorrow and regret,
Nor in an hour of careless ease
Thy brother's wrongs forget.
Of sorrow and regret,
Nor in an hour of careless ease
Thy brother's wrongs forget.
