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Knowledge Unfits A Child To Be A Slave.

E Have Men Sold To Build Churches, Women Sold To Support The Gospel, And Babes Sold To Purchase Bibles For The Poor Heathen, All For The Glory Of God And The Good Of Souls. The Slave Auctioneer's Bell And The Church-going Bell Chime In With Each Other, And The Bitter Cries Of The Heart-broken Slave Are Drowned In The Religious Shouts Of His Pious Master. Revivals Of Religion And Revivals In The Slave Trade Go Hand In Hand.

Go Where You May, Search Where You Will, Roam Through All Of The Monarchies And Despotisms Of The Old World, Travel Through South America, Search Out Every Abuse, And When You Have Found The Last, Lay Your Facts By The Side Of The Everyday Practices Of This Nation, And You Will Say With Me That, For Revolting Barbarity And Shameless Hypocrisy, America Reigns Without A Rival.

To Drag A Man In Fetters Into The Grand Illuminated Temple Of Liberty, And Call Upon Him To Join You In Joyous Anthems, Were Inhuman Mockery And Sacrilegious Irony.

Educate Your Sons And Daughters, Send Them To School, And Show Them That Beside The Cartridge Box, The Ballot Box, And The Jury Box, You Also Have The Knowledge Box.