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He that late the burden bore,
Felt the lash and pangs untold,
To be chatelized no more,
Bartered, given, bought, or sold—
Pass him on!
 
Pass him on! Pass him on!
Every man who hath a son,
Every woman who hath borne
Child, and hath a heart to mourn
O'er the woes by others felt;
Every maiden who hath knelt
Down in prayer for brother dear,
Or a loved one yet more near;
Every youth who hath a friend
With his thoughts and hopes to blend,
And desireth aye to be
Both in speech and action free;
Every one who hates the wrong
And would vindicate the rights,
Help the weak against the strong,
And this brother in his flight.
Pass him on!

Pass him on! Pass him on!
Ye, whose sires the sword have drawn,
And with blood your freedom bought;
Ye by whom the truth is taught,
That the God who dwells on high,
Sees one human family,
In the races of mankind,
And would all together bind