Let Us Render The Tyrant

I Have Often Sung To Drown My Sorrow, But Seldom To Express My Happiness. Crying For Joy, And Singing For Joy, Were Alike Uncommon To Me While In The Jaws Of Slavery. The Singing Of A Man Cast Away Upon A Desolate Island Might Be As Appropriately Considered As Evidence Of Contentment And Happiness, As The Singing Of A Slave; The Songs Of The One And Of The Other Are Prompted By The Same Emotion.

I Knew That However Bad The Republican Party Was, The Democratic Party Was Much Worse. The Elements Of Which The Republican Party Was Composed Gave Better Ground For The Ultimate Hope Of The Success Of The Colored Mans Cause Than Those Of The Democratic Party.

In Regard To The Colored People, There Is Always More That Is Benevolent, I Perceive, Than Just, Manifested Towards Us. What I Ask For The Negro Is Not Benevolence, Not Pity, Not Sympathy, But Simply Justice.

The Constitutional Framers Were Peace Men; But They Preferred Revolution To Peaceful Submission To Bondage. They Were Quiet Men; But They Did Not Shrink From Agitating Against Oppression. They Showed Forbearance; But That They Knew Its Limits. They Believed In Order; But Not In The Order Of Tyranny. With Them, Nothing Was "settled" That Was Not Right. With Them, Justice, Liberty And Humanity Were "final;" Not Slavery And Oppression.

Instead Of The Bright, Blue Sky Of America, I Am Covered With The Soft, Grey Fog Of The Emerald Isle. I Breathe, And Lo! The Chattel Becomes A Man.