Joel Moody.

 
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JOHN BROWN.

 
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SAD Linn! Dark plots and direful things 
    In secret hatched and compacts made 
    In the vile den or sickly shade, 
    And writ with point of Slavery's blade, 
In bloody book which Treason brings. 
 
In this black book appears the name 
    And sentence of each Freedom's son^__
    Boldly in blood the letters run, 
    In the fierce hand of Hamilton. 
Now stands to his infernal fame 
 
The record of that bloody book. 
    Eleven blasts' from hell are blown^__
    Eleven teeth of dragon sown^__
    Eleven sons like grass cut down; 
And Hydra of his feast partook. 
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