TO J.R. GIDDINGS Giddings, far rougher names than thine have grown Smoother than honey on the lips of men; And thou shalt aye be honorably known, As one who bravely used his tongue and pen. As best befits a freeman,--even for those To whom our Law`s unblushing front denies A right to plead against the lifelong woes Which are the Negro`s glimpse of Freedom`s skies: Fear nothing, and hope all things, as the Right Alone may do securely; every hour The thrones of Ignorance and ancient Night Lose somewhat of their long-usurped power, And Freedom`s lightest word can make them shiver With a base dread that clings to them forever.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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