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I will save my precious children From their darkly threatened doom,I will hew their path to freedom Through the portals of the tomb.
A moment in the sunlight, She held a glimmering knife,The next moment she had bathed it In the crimson fount of life.
They snatched away the fatal knife, Her boys shrieked wild with dread;The baby girl was pale and cold, They raised it up, the child was dead.
Sends this deed of fearful daring Through my country's heart no thrill,Do the icy hands of slavery Every pure emotion chill?
Oh! if there is any honor, Truth or justice in the land,Will ye not, as men and Christians, On the side of freedom stand?
