Were My Soul Trembling On

We Should Transmit To Posterity Our Abhorrence Of Slavery.

Were My Soul Trembling On The Wing Of Eternity, Were This Hand Freezing To Death, Were My Voice Choking With The Last Struggle, I Would Still, With The Last Gasp Of That Voice, Implore You To Remember The Truth: God Has Given America To Be Free.

If This Be Treason, Make The Most Of It!

Bad Men Cannot Make Good Citizens. A Vitiated State Of Morals, A Corrupted Public Conscience Are Incompatible With Freedom.

If We Wish To Be Free; If We Mean To Preserve Inviolate Those Inestimable Privileges For Which We Have Been So Long Contending; If We Mean Not Basely To Abandon The Noble Struggle In Which We Have Been So Long Engaged, And Which We Have Pledged Ourselves Never To Abandon Until The Glorious Object Of Our Contest Shall Be Obtained - We Must Fight! I Repeat It, Sir, We Must Fight! An Appeal To Arms, And To The God Of Hosts, Is All That Is Left Us.