And he—yon chieftain—strike the proudest tone
Of thy bold harp, green isle, the hero is thine own.”—Sir Walter Scott.
“Thy songs were made for the pure and free;
They shall never sound in slavery.”—Moore.
“Hereditary bondsmen, know ye not
Who would be free, themselves must strike the blow?”—Byron.
Though slavery in its dying throe
Has done its worst,—has struck the blow
That robbed us of our noblest son,
And deemed a triumph it had won;