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COMPROMISE.
By that fairest day of summer
When the true, the tried, the brave,
Name and life and sacred honor
To the Roll of Freedom gave;

By the tears, the march, the battle,
Where the noble, fearless died,—
Round them roar of hostile cannon,
Waiting angels at their side;
By our children's golden future,
By our fathers' stainless shield,
That which God and heroes gave us,
We will never, never yield!

Hear it, ye who sit in council!
We, the People, tell you so!
Will you venture "Yes" to whisper
When the millions thunder "No "?
Will you sell the nation's birthright,
Heritage of toil and pain,
While a cry of shame and vengeance
Rings from Oregon to Maine?

Compromise? We scorn the offer!
Separation we defy!
"Firm and free and one forever!"
Thus the People make reply.
"Death to every form of Treason,
In the Senate, on the field,"—
While the chorus swells triumphant,
"We will never, never yield!"