Freedom hath a thousand charms to show, That slaves however contented never know

I freed a thousand slaves I could have freed a thousand more if only they knew they were slaves.

O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.

He is the freeman whom the truth makes free, And all are slaves besides.

No, Freedom has a thousand charms to show That slaves, howe'er contented, never know.

They that fight for freedom undertakeThe noblest cause mankind can have at stake.