My Hopes Were Never Brighter Than Now.

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.

The Day Dawns; The Morning Star Is Bright Upon The Horizon! The Iron Gate Of Our Prison Stands Half Open. One Gallant Rush From The North Will Fling It Wide Open, While Four Millions Of Our Brothers And Sisters Shall March Out Into Liberty. The Chance Is Now Given You To End In A Day The Bondage Of Centuries, And To Rise In One Bound From Social Degradation To The Place Of Common Equality With All Other Varieties Of Men.

Let Us Render The Tyrant No Aid.

I Have No Protection At Home, Or Resting Place Abroad. ... I Am An Outcast From The Society Of My Childhood, And An Outlaw In The Land Of My Birth. I Am A Stranger With Thee, And A Sojourner As All My Fathers Were.

Our Destiny Is Largely In Our Hands.