One By One I Have Seen Obstacles

My Hopes Were Never Brighter Than Now.

E Have Men Sold To Build Churches, Women Sold To Support The Gospel, And Babes Sold To Purchase Bibles For The Poor Heathen, All For The Glory Of God And The Good Of Souls. The Slave Auctioneer's Bell And The Church-going Bell Chime In With Each Other, And The Bitter Cries Of The Heart-broken Slave Are Drowned In The Religious Shouts Of His Pious Master. Revivals Of Religion And Revivals In The Slave Trade Go Hand In Hand.

What, To The American Slave, Is Your Fourth Of July? I Answer: A Day That Reveals To Him, More Than All Other Days Of The Year, The Gross Injustices And Cruelty To Which He Is The Constant Victim. To Him Your Celebration Is A Sham.

These Were Choice Documents To Me... They Gave Tongue To Interesting Thoughts Of My Own Soul, Which Had Frequently Flashed Through My Mind, And Died Away For Want Of Utterance.

If There Is No Struggle, There Is No Progress.