The Silver Trump Of Freedom Roused In

From My Earliest Recollection, I Date The Entertainment Of A Deep Conviction That Slavery Would Not Always Be Able To Hold Me Within Its Foul Embrace; And In The Darkest Hours Of My Career In Slavery, This Living Word Of Faith And Spirit Of Hope Departed Not From Me, But Remained Like Ministering Angels To Cheer Me Through The Gloom. This Good Spirit Was From God, And To Him I Offer Thanksgiving And Praise.

These Were Choice Documents To Me... They Gave Tongue To Interesting Thoughts Of My Own Soul, Which Had Frequently Flashed Through My Mind, And Died Away For Want Of Utterance.

Without A Struggle, There Can Be No Progress.

Liberty Is Meaningless Where The Right To Utter One's Thoughts And Opinions Has Ceased To Exist. That, Of All Rights, Is The Dread Of Tyrants. It Is The Right Which They First Of All Strike Down. They Know Its Power. Thrones, Dominions, Principalities, And Powers, Founded In Injustice And Wrong, Are Sure To Tremble, If Men Are Allowed To Reason... Equally Clear Is The Right To Hear. To Suppress Free Speech Is A Double Wrong. It Violates The Rights Of The Hearer As Well As Those Of The Speaker.

The Silver Trump Of Freedom Had Roused My Soul To Eternal Wakefulness. Freedom Now Appeared, To Disappear No More Forever. It Was Heard In Every Sound, And Seen In Every Thing.