Hold all correct, which suits our fancies,
And never yield to circumstances.
We cannot brook the serpentine,
Our march is onward, one straight line,
Nor flood nor fire impedes our way,
Lickitacut—devil to pay!
We prompt or sanction all procedures
Of Slavery-Abolition-Leaders,
Who “go ahead” with more display
Than a whirlwind’s march o’er a dusty way.