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     Sons of old freemen, do we but inherit
Their names alone?

Is the old Pilgrim spirit quenched within us,
     Stoops the strong manhood of our souls so low,
That Mammon's lure or Party's wile can win us
     To silence now?

Now, when our land to ruin's brink is verging,
     In God's name, let us speak while there is time!
Now, when the padlocks for our lips are forging,
     Silence is crime!

What! shall we henceforth humbly ask as favors
     Rights all our own? In madness shall we barter,
For treacherous peace, the freedom Nature gave us,
     God and our charter?

Here shall the statesman forge his human fetters,
     Here the false jurist human rights deny,
And in the church, their proud and skilled abettors
     Make truth a lie?

Torture the pages of the hallowed Bible,.
     To sanction crime, and robbery, and blood?
And, in Oppression's hateful service, libel
     Both man and God?

Shall our New England stand erect no longer,
     But stoop in chains upon her downward way,
Thicker to gather on her limbs and stronger
     Day after day?

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