ALL THINGS SPEAK.

Hark!  Hark!!  A voice!  A voice is loudly
        sounding--
           Free the slave--Free the slave!
Sweet freedom's voice--O'er hill and dale re-
        sounding--
           Free the slave--Free the slave!
       All nature shrinks the lash to hear--
       The crimson dye--the groans and tears
       All speak in accents loud and clear
           Free the slave--Free the slave!

Slack!  slack your hands!  ye tyrants cease
        your folly;
           Free the slave--free the slave!
Your brother's blood cries to the Lord Most holy
           Free the slave--free the slave!
       Your land is smitten with disgrace--
       Your laws are rigid vile and base,
       And conscience speaks from every breast
           Free the slave--free the slave!

Call back those hounds!  O! let their beys no
        longer
           Grieve the slave--grieve the slave!
Let not your horns in dismal tones thunder
           Grieve the slave--grieve the slave!
       Your fetters break--your bondman free;
       And let the song of "Liberty"
       Re-echo o'er the land and sea;
           Free the slave--free the slave!

Behold your banner gently, gently floating
           O'er the slave--o'er the slave!
Your Eagle spreads his golden wings exulting
           O'er the slave--o'er the slave!
       Three million slaves are in his grasp,
       And millions more he longs to clasp
       But God forbid his power shall last.
           Free the slave--free the slave!

Heralds go forth.  And may success attend you.
           Free the slave--free the slave!
And may the God of Righteousness defend you.
           Free the slave--free the slave!
       Put on your Armor--make it bright,
       And draw the bow with holy might
       And speed the arrows in their flight.
           Free the slave! Free the slave!