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British arms, and then tell me, if you can, that God has 

 not given America to the free. 



u It is not given to our poor human intellect to climb 

 the skies, to pierce the counsels of the Almighty One. 

 But methinks I stand among the awful clouds which veil 

 the brightness of Jehovah's throne. Methinks I see the 

 Recording Angel pale as an angel is pale, weeping as an 

 angel can weep come trembling up to the throne, and 

 speaking his dread message: 



" ' Father! the Old World is baptized in blood! Father! 

 it is drenched with the blood of millions, butchered in 

 war, in persecution, in low, grinding oppression! Father, 

 look! With one glance of Thine eternal eye, look over 

 Europe, Asia, Africa, and behold evermore a terrible sight 

 man trodden down beneath the oppressor's feet, nations 

 lost in blood, murder and superstition walking hand in 

 hand over the graves of their victims, and not a single 

 voice to whisper hope to man. ' 



u He stands there, his hand trembling with the black 

 record of human guilt. But hark! The voice of Jehovah 

 speaks out from the awful cloud: ' Let there be light again. 

 Let there be a New World. Tell my people, the poor, 

 down-trodden millions, to go out of the Old World. Tell 

 them to go out from wrong, oppression and blood. Tell 

 them to go out from the Old World to build up my altar in 

 the New.' 



"As God lives, my friends, I believe that to_be His 

 voice. Yes, were my soul trembling on the wing of eter- 

 nity, were this hand freezing in death, were my voice chok- 

 ing with the last struggle, I would still, with my last gasp 

 of voice, implore you to remember the truth God has 

 given America to be free. Yes, as I sank down into the 

 gloomy shadows of the grave, with my last gasp I would 

 beg you to sign that parchment in the name of One who 

 made the Savior, who redeemed you in the name of the 



