Forgot The Blush That Virgin Fears Impart

The Path Of Sorrow, And That Path Alone, Leads To The Land Where Sorrow Is Unknown.

They Whom Truth And Wisdom Lead, Can Gather Honey From A Weed.

To See The Law By Christ Fulfilled, And Hear His Pardoning Voice Changes A Slave Into A Child, And Duty Into Choice.

When All Within Is Peace How Nature Seems To Smile Delights That Never Cease The Live-long Day Beguile

Slaves Cannot Breathe In England; If Their Lungs Receive Our Air, That Moment They Are Free; They Touch Our Country, And Their Shackles Fall.