I Hear The Mournful Wail Of Millions!

The Soul That Is Within Me No Man Can Degrade.

Slaves Sing Most When They Are Most Unhappy. The Songs Of The Slave Represent The Sorrows Of His Heart; And He Is Relieved By Them, Only As An Aching Heart Is Relieved By Its Tears.

Power Concedes Nothing Without A Demand. It Never Did And It Never Will.

Who Would Be Free Themselves Must Strike The Blow. Better Even To Die Free Than To Live Slaves.

I Have Often Sung To Drown My Sorrow, But Seldom To Express My Happiness. Crying For Joy, And Singing For Joy, Were Alike Uncommon To Me While In The Jaws Of Slavery. The Singing Of A Man Cast Away Upon A Desolate Island Might Be As Appropriately Considered As Evidence Of Contentment And Happiness, As The Singing Of A Slave; The Songs Of The One And Of The Other Are Prompted By The Same Emotion.