Allen’s Spirit Lives With Us
Richard Allen will never die
His deeds are fresh as nature
They reflect their value
As the years roll by.
His race was bound
In religious chains
He broke their fetters
He set them free.
They knew not themselves
So blinded were they
They were sleeping giants
Afraid of the fray.
Till Allen woke them
And showed them the right
To make no compromise
Of their religious rights.
The Negro once thought
Like the ox and horse
The yoke and the bit
Were all could guide him.
