"Twasinta's Seminoles; or, Rape of Florida"

Oh ! sing it in the light of freedom's morn, 
Tho' tyrant wars have made the earth a grave ; 
The good, the great, and true, are, if so, born. 
And so with slaves, chains do not make the slave! 
If high-souled birth be what the mother gave, — 
If manly birth, and manly to the core, — 
Whate'er the test, the man will he behave! 
Crush him to earth and crush him o'er and o'er, 
A man he'll rise at last and meet you as before.