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
shining letters of the Golden Rule, while they remember that God
made all men of one blood and that all are redeemed by the blood
of One.
While God looks down from His heaven and sees the distressed
face, or hears the piercing cry of the oppressed, and can turn
the hearts of men to fight His battles upon earth, the soul of
John Brown will be marching still.
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