In Kansas Just Before the First Struggle

Freedom, freedom, has been my song And shall be till I die, Or till from every Negro's tongue, I hear it echo by. Increase my faith, strengthen my heart, Almighty God my King, That I may ever do my part, May work as well as sing. The groans of thy black children Forever reach my ears, By my soul I am bidden To shoulder up their cares. This course, my duty, I'll pursue Although I feel alone, And fail or die my deed through you Will move some others on. Not for the riches of the soil My brothers do we come, We come to never let them spoil, With slavery as its home. The fertile earth, the pasturage Invite the toiling livers, But never the horde of bondage With masters, hounds and drivers. From tyrants its for you and me These treasures here to save, That labor true may harvest free What nature freely gave. Sons of my love, my own heart blood Around me make your stand, Hear now and heed my honest word, And mark my rising hand. Here remember all my teachings My olden views and promise, They are the things, the very things, I came to put in service. Sons, brothers, all, here is the spot To conquer or to fall, 'Tis justice cause what e'er the lot, So move at duty's call. If you have love for humankind For mercy, justice, right, For God's poor ones stay not behind, But move in haste and might. See yonder hostile masses Standing in battle array, They came to plant in Kansas, The seed of Southern slavery. With bayonets, guns and kettledrum That fill our ears and sight, Ah! let us strike for freedom While they for slavery fight. They are fighting for a wicked cause Of sin and shame and lust, But we are for the moral laws And in our God we trust. Kansas alone fills not their view They seek the Western main, And may succeed if they subdue Us on this very plan. Then right here now in Kansas With these obedient hands, We should drive away the curse Of all the Southern lands. From early youth till even now My soul detested war, For love and peace I make a vow To all whom e'er I saw. To shed the blood of mortal man Of any race or clime, To desolate a lovely land Must be a moral crime. But when through evil, luck or might Men go to conquer men, The true and good possess the right The wronged ones to defend. Then whate'er system, men or law Seeks mankind to enslave, The true and good should open war For human rights to save.