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[67] And he,1 the basest of the base,
     The vilest of the vile, whose name,
Embalmed in infinite disgrace,
     Is deathless in its shame!

A tool, to bolt the people's door
     Against the people clamoring there,
An ass, to trample on their floor
     A people's right of prayer!

Nailed to his self-made gibbet fast,
     Self-pilloried to the public view,
A mark for every passing blast
     Of scorn to whistle through;

There let him hang, and hear the boast
     Of Southrons o'er their pliant tool,—
A new Stylites on his post,
     ‘Sacred to ridicule!’

Look we at home! our noble hall,
     To Freedom's holy purpose given,
Now rears its black and ruined wall,
     Beneath the wintry heaven,

Telling the story of its doom,
     The fiendish mob, the prostrate law,
The fiery jet through midnight's gloom,
     Our gazing thousands saw.

Look to our State! the poor man's right
     Torn from him: and the sons of those
Whose blood in Freedom's sternest fight
     Sprinkled the Jersey snows,

1 The Northern author of the Congressional rule against receiving petitions of the people on the subject of Slavery.

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