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Winter and night were on the earth,
And feebly moaned the shivering trees,
A sigh of winter seemed to run
Through every murmur of the breeze.
And feebly moaned the shivering trees,
A sigh of winter seemed to run
Through every murmur of the breeze.
She fled, and with her children all,
She reached the stream and crossed it o'er,
Bright visions of deliverance came
Like dreams of plenty to the poor.
She reached the stream and crossed it o'er,
Bright visions of deliverance came
Like dreams of plenty to the poor.
Dreams! vain dreams, heroic mother,
Give all thy hopes and struggles o'er,
The pursuer is on thy track,
And the hunter at thy door.
Give all thy hopes and struggles o'er,
The pursuer is on thy track,
And the hunter at thy door.
Judea's refuge cities had power
To shelter, shield and save,
E'en Rome had altars: 'neath whose shade
Might crouch the wan and weary slave.
To shelter, shield and save,
E'en Rome had altars: 'neath whose shade
Might crouch the wan and weary slave.
But Ohio had no sacred fane,
To human rights so consecrate,
Where thou may'st shield thy hapless ones
From their darkly gathering fate.
To human rights so consecrate,
Where thou may'st shield thy hapless ones
From their darkly gathering fate.
Then, said the mournful mother,
If Ohio cannot save,
I will do a deed for freedom,
She shall find each child a grave.
If Ohio cannot save,
I will do a deed for freedom,
She shall find each child a grave.
