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     All justice dies,
And fraud and lies
     Live only in its shadow.

What gives the wheat-field blades of steel?
     What points the rebel cannon?
What sets the roaring rabble's heel
     On the old star-spangled pennon?
What breaks the oath
     Of the men oa the South?
What whets the knife
     For the Union's life?—
Hark to the answer: Slavery!

Then waste no blows on lesser foes
     In strife unworthy freemen.
God lifts to-day the veil, and shows
     The features of the demon!
O North and South,
     Its victims both,
Can ye not cry,
     ‘Let slavery die!’
And union find in freedom?

What though the cast-out spirit tear
     The nation in his going?
We who have shared the guilt must share
     The pang of his overthrowing!
Whate'er the loss,
     Whate'er the cross,
Shall they complain
     Of present pain
Who trust in God's hereafter?

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