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-sergeant cried, "Though death and hell betide, Let the whole nation see If we are fit to be Free in this land; or bound Down, like the whining hound,-- Bound with red stripes of pain In our cold chains again!" Oh! what a shout there went From the black regiment! "Charge!" trump and drum awoke, Onward the bondmen broke: Bayonet and sabre stroke Vainly opposed their rush. Through the wild battle's crush, With but one thought aflush, Driving their lords like chaff, In the guns' mouths they laugh; Or at the slippery brands Leaping with open hands, Down they tear man and horse, Down in their awful course; Trampling with bloody heel Over the crashing steel, All their eyes forward bent, Rushed the black regiment. "Freedom!" their battle-cry,-- "Freedom! or learn to die!" Ah! and they meant the word, Not as with us 'tis heard, Not a mere party shout: They gave their spirits out; Trusted the end to God, And on the glory sod Rolled in triumphant blood. Glad to strike one free blow, Whether for weal or woe; Glad to breathe one free breath, Though on the lips of death, Praying--alas! in vain!-- That they might fall again, So they could once more see That burst to liberty! This was what "freedom" lent To the black regiment. Hundreds on hundreds fell; But they are resting well; Scourges and shackles strong Never shall do them wrong. O, to the living few, Soldiers, be just and true! Hail them as comrades tried; Fight with them side by side; Never in field or tent, Scorn the black regiment. THE THIEF OF TIME. CHARACTERS. JOHN RAY, } CHARLEY CHEERFUL, } School-boys. RALPH READY, } MR. HANKS, a Deaf Gentleman. JOHN CLOD, a Countryman. PATSY FLINN, an Irishman. SCENE.--_A Quiet Place in the Country._ _Enter_ RALPH READY, R., _with School-books_. _Ralph._ Twenty minutes of nine. I can take it easy this morning. How glad I am I staid at home last night and studied "Spartacus." It's Declamation Day, and I want to win the highest mark. If I fail, it will not be for want of study. I believe I'm all right. (_Declaims._) "Ye call me Chief--"[1] [Footnote 1: The dialogue can be lengthened, if necessary, by allowing Charley and Ralph to declaim the whole of their pieces.] _Enter_ CHARLEY CHEERFUL, L. _Charley._ (_Clapping his hands.
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