fact that so many blacks belonging to the disloyal were fighting
for the Union), that all slaves in the Rebel States from New
Year's Day, 1863, shall be free, is promulgated; and when, two
years later, the Constitution is amended so as to forbid slavery
all through the Republic, now again united; when the nation
generously provides food, shelter, and education for the
emancipated; and when the freed bondmen greet their liberty-
loving President in Southern streets with shouts of gratitude
and cries of 'Father Abraham'--you may know that John Brown's
soul is marching on.

There in America and elsewhere it continues its march. Wherever
the swift cruiser speeds in pursuit of the infamous slave-ship,
in every heart-beat of the brave seamen who feel they are on a
righteous errand and will overhaul her in the King's--aye, in
God's--name, we hear the march of John Brown's soul.

When a nation of free men rises up in wrath at the issue of some
official document that seems to be couched in temporizing
language on this supreme subject, or at some government that has
tolerated conditions that approximate slavery, and will have
none of it, we know the old hero's soul is marching on.

Whenever in secret council the ambassador of a free people
negotiates a treaty, and, backed by the most sacred impulses of
those he represents, urges an anti-slavery clause, we know John
Brown's soul is on the march.

And march it shall, while nations learn to prize liberty as
God's great chartered right to every man, while they read the