Triumph of Freedom

God speed the year of jubilee,
The wide world o’er!
When from their galling chains set free,
Th’ oppressed shall vilely bend the knee,
And wear the yoke of tyranny,
Like brutes, no more : —
THAT YEAR WILL COME, and Freedom’s reign
To man his plundered rights again

God speed the day when human blood
Shall cease to flow!
In every clime be understood
And each return for evil, good —
Not blow for blow : —
THAT DAY WILL COME, all feuds to end,
And change into a faithful friend
Each foe.

God speed the hour, the glorious hour,
When none on earth
Shall exercise a lordly power,
Nor in a tyrant’s presence cower,
But all to Manhood’s stature tower,
By equal birth! —
THAT HOUR WILL COME, to each, to all,
And from his prison-house the thrall
Go forth.

Until that year, day, hour arrive —
If life be given, —
With head and heart and hand I’ll strive
To break the rod, and rend the gyve, —
The spoiler of his prey deprive, —
So witness Heaven!
And never from my chosen post,
Whate’er the peril or the cost,
Be driven.

-William Lloyd Garrison
American abolitionist of the 1800’s.