And here, in Kansas, we shall raise
The statue of undying fame.
With sculptured art, we shall proclaim
The fond memorial of his name,
Which thus shall stand and speak his praise.
The man__the sword__the Hydra slain__
The hand outstretched to greet
The needy one__the face replete
With love__and, underneath his feet,
The broken links of Slavery's chain.
Bright star of Kansas! Now thy place
Is fixed: a brilliant central gem,
In Columbia's diadem;
Which, like the star of Bethlehem,
Points out a savior of the race.
O Slavery! dire, enraged; if you
Are doomed, what serves to now rebel ?
What serves the powers that wait on hell ?
You sent the shaft when Sumpter fell,
Which on recoil, shall pierce you through,
__From "The Song of Kansas."