By C.H. Sanders
March 15, 1865. Vol. 1. No. 24. Page 4
“Tis done, the noble deed is done!
A glorious victory now is won;
For liberty in might has spoken,
And, lo, the bondman’s chains are broken.
‘Tis done! All hail the proud decree
Which sets our land and nation free,
That severs every galling chain,
And wipes away her foulest stain.
‘Tis done, and let the tidings fly,
On lightning wings through earth and sky,
Let freedom swell her loftiest strain,
For, lo, our nation’s born again.
Waft, waft, ye winds, the joyful sound
That chattel millions are unbound,
And clanking chains will be no more
A blighting curse to this fair shore.
Now let New England raise her voice,
And with the Middle States rejoice,
The far young West will catch the song,
And swell the anthem loud a[nd] long,
While lakes and rivers all as one,
From sturdy Maine to Oregon,
Will chant the chorus jubilee,
From slavery we’re forever free.