The President's Proclamation

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From the New York Independent.

THE PRESIDENT'S PLOCLAMATION.

BY EDNA DEAN PROCTOR.

John Brown Song.

John Brown died on a scaffold for the slave;
Dark was the hour when we dug his hallowed grave;
Now God avenges the life he gladly gave—
Freedom reigns to-day!
Glory, glory, hallelujah,
Glory, glory, hallelujah,
Glory, glory, hallelujah,
Freedom reigns to-day!

John Brown sowed, and his harvesters are we;—
Honor to him who has made the bondmen free!
Loved evermore shall our noble Ruler be—
Freedom reigns to-day!
Glory, etc.

John Brown's body lies mouldering in the grave;
Bright, o'er the sod, let the starry banner wave—
Lo! for the millions he periled all to save,
Freedom reigns to-day!
Glory, etc.

John Brown lives—we are gaining on our foes—
Right shall be victor whatever may oppose—
Fresh, through the darkness, the wind of morning blows—
Freedom reigns to-day!
Glory, etc.

John Brown's soul through the world is marching on;
Hail to the hour when oppression shall be gone!
All men will sing, in the better age's dawn,
Freedom reigns to-day!
Glory, etc.

John Brown dwells where the battle-strife is o'er;
Hate cannot harm him, nor sorrow stir him more;
Earth will remember the crown of thorns he wore—
Freedom reigns to-day!
Glory, etc.

John Brown's body lies mouldering in the grave;
John Brown lives in the triumphs of the brave;
John Brown's soul not a higher joy can crave—
Freedom reigns to-day!
Glory, etc.


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