A Man Without Force, Is Without The

It Was A Glorious Resurrection, From The Tomb Of Slavery, To The Heaven Of Slavery. My Long-crushed Spirit Rose, Cowardice Departed, Bold Defiance Took Its Place; And I Now Resolved That, However Long I Might Remain A Slave In Form, The Day Had Passed Forever When I Could Be A Slave In Fact.

My Hopes Were Never Brighter Than Now.

Freedom Now Appeared, To Disappear No More Forever... I Saw Nothing Without Seeing It, I Heard Nothing Without Hearing It, And Felt Nothing Without Feeling It. It Looked From Every Star, It Smiled In Every Calm, Breathed In Every Wind, And Moved In Every Storm.

A Man Is Worked On By What He Works On.

[john Brown's] Zeal In The Cause Of Freedom Was Infinitely Superior To Mine. Mine Was As The Taper Light, His Was As The Burning Sun... I Could Speak For The Slave. John Brown Could Fight For The Slave.