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[68] Outlawed within the land of Penn,
     That Slavery's guilty fears might cease,
And those whom God created men
     Toil on as brutes in peace.

Yet o'er the blackness of the storm
     A bow of promise bends on high,
And gleams of sunshine, soft and warm,
     Break through our clouded sky.

East, West, and North, the shout is heard,
     Of freemen rising for the right:
Each valley hath its rallying word,
     Each hill its signal light.

O'er Massachusetts' rocks of gray,
     The strengthening light of freedom shines,
Rhode Island's Narragansett Bay,
     And Vermont's snow-hung pines!

From Hudson's frowning palisades
     To Alleghany's laurelled crest,
O'er lakes and prairies, streams and glades,
     It shines upon the West.

Speed on the light to those who dwell
     In Slavery's land of woe and sin,
And through the blackness of that hell,
     Let Heaven's own light break in.

So shall the Southern conscience quake
     Before that light poured full and strong,
So shall the Southern heart awake
     To all the bondman's wrong.

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