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[227] But yesterday you scarce could shake,
     In slave-abhorring rigor,
Our Northern palms for conscience' sake:
     To-day you clasp the hands that ache
With ‘ walloping the nigger! ’

O Englishmen!—in hope and creed,
     In blood and tongue our brothers!
We too are heirs of Runnymede;
     And Shakespeare's fame and Cromwell's deed
Are not alone our mother's.

‘Thicker than water,’ in one rill
     Through centuries of story
Our Saxon blood has flowed, and still
     We share with you its good and ill,
The shadow and the glory.

Joint heirs and kinfolk, leagues of wave
     Nor length of years can part us:
Your right is ours to shrine and grave,
     The common freehold of the brave,
The gift of saints and martyrs.

Our very sins and follies teach
     Our kindred frail and human:
We carp at faults with bitter speech,
     The while, for one unshared by each,
We have a score in common.

We bowed the heart, if not the knee,
     To England's Queen, God bless her!
We praised you when your slaves went free:

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