And these, they hoped, would soon shine forth,
From out the ruin and the waste,
Wherein his soul had been debased.
They hoped, the day star soon would rise,
To purify our moral skies;
That, as the shades were swept away,
Grim night should yield to endless day;
That men, once freed from slavery’s chain,
Would not relapse, but free remain!
That taught by suffering they would prove