  IN MEMORY OF DANIEL HILL He heard the cry of man enslaved In bonds and servile toil; And gave his voice for freedom till The "Freedman" tilled "free-soil." He saw his weaker brother reel, Pierced by Drink's poisoned dart, And wrought and wrote with fervent zeal To stay the Tempter's art. He heard the clash of sword and gun In deadly battle-strife; And pleaded till his day was done For Love's sweet rule in life. He rests in peace. Who now shall wear The mantle he let fall? Who teach as he the Father-love, The brotherhood of all? |
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