Lovejoy

Oh, nobly hast thou fallen in the fight
     Of hold Freedom! and thy name shall be
     Henceforth the watchword of the Good and Free,
Whose arms are nerved to battle for the RIGHT!
In the dark days before us, ‘mid the night
     Of a stern tyranny, we’ll think of thee,
Martyr of God! and strike for Liberty
With faith unwavering, and an arm of might!
Not unavenged, oh Brother! shall thy blood
     Sink in the ground—its voice shall upward ring,
     A fearful cry to wake the slumbering,
Reaching the ear of an avenging God!
And millions, roused, shall swear upon thy grave
Death to Oppression! Freedom to the slave!