THE PROCLAMATION.
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[September 22, 1862.]
Now who has done the greatest deed Which History has ever known, And who, in Freedom's direst need, Became her bravest champion? Who a whole continent set free? Who killed the curse and broke the ban Which made a lie of liberty? You—Father Abraham—you're the man! The deed is done. Millions have yearned To see the spear of Freedom cast:— The dragon writhed and roared and burned: You've smote him full and square at last. O Great and True! You do not know, You cannot tell, you cannot feel How far through time your name must go, Honored by all men, high or low, Wherever Freedom's votaries kneel. This wide world talks in many a tongue— This world boasts many a noble state— In all, your praises will be sung, In all the great will call you great. Freedom! Where'er that word is known, On silent shore, by sounding sea, 'Mid millions or in deserts lone, Your noble name shall ever be. The word is out—the deed is done; Let no one carp or dread delay: When such a steed is fairly on, Fate never fails to find a way. Hurrah! hurrah! The track is clear, We know your policy and plan; We'll stand by you through every year: Now, Father Abraham, you're our man!