Yet keep their brethren bondmen still.

Forgive them, Lord! for Jesus' sake;

And when the slave thou hast unbound,

The chains which bind the oppressor break!

Thus be thy love's last triumph crowned.

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TOUSSAINT L'OUVERTURE.

"Everywhere thy name shall be

Redeemed from color's infamy;

And men shall learn to speak of thee

As one of earth's great spirits, born

In servitude and nursed in scorn,

Casting aside the weary weight

And fetters of its low estate,

In that strong majesty of soul

Which knows no color, tongue, or clime,

Which still hath spurned the base control

Of tyrants, through all time."

John G. Whittier.

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