436. American Slavery

The land our fathers left to us
Is foul with hateful sin;
When shall, O Lord, this sorrow end,
And hope and joy begin?

What good, though growing might and wealth
Shall stretch from shore to shore,
If thus the fatal poison-taint
Be only spread the more?

Wipe out, O God, the nation’s sin,
Then swell the nation’s power;
But build not high our yearning hopes,
To wither in an hour!

No outward show nor fancied strength
From Thy stern justice saves;
There is no liberty for them
Who make their brethren slaves!

Text Information
First Line: The land our fathers left to us
Title: American Slavery
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1866
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