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The evil thing he smote at, waited longTo hurl its vileness at that Master brain.'T will be a proud day when we gather here,(Grant it, dear God!) to hear his voice again.
And, Douglass, thou shalt own the white man's debtTo thee and thine, half cancelled, by the rood;The country flashes with the Northern fire,And Sumner blest the banner with his blood.
