The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.

United States, your banner wears Two emblems--one of fame; Alas! the other that it bears Reminds us of your shame. Your banner's constellation types White freedom with its stars, But what's the meaning of the stripes? They mean your negroes' scars.

Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a name.

The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree.

I'll meet the raging of the skies, but not an angry father.

The prophet's mantle, ere his flight began, Dropt on the world--a sacred gift to man.

To live in the hearts of others is not to die