"Our Country's Freedom!" 'Tis not known by all,
Though loud we cry, 'tis man's most rightful claim.
Methinks I hear in thunder tones heav'n's call,—
"Ye glorying States, that boast of Liberty,
Look on four million Slaves and make them FREE!"
27. THE LORD MY SHEPHERD. [(notes)]
The Lord my Shepherd is—the Psalmist said—
In pastures green he gives me soft repose,
And leads where living water gently flows;