While the slave-driver reigns in our Halls?
’Tis the voice of the brave who at Lexington bled,
That calls on their sons to be brave!
’Tis the blood of our brethren at Leavenworth shed,
’Tis the life-stream that flowed from our Senator’s head,
When our Sumner was beat’n as a slave.
Shall the nation that gave to great Washington birth,
And exults in the sound of his name,
Shall the Freemen who boast of their valor and worth,
Be the sport and the mock of a slaveholder’s mirth,