They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or — James Russell Lowell
They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or — James Russell Lowell
They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or — James Russell Lowell
They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or — James Russell Lowell
They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or — James Russell Lowell
They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or — James Russell Lowell
They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or — James Russell Lowell
They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or — James Russell Lowell
They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or — James Russell Lowell
They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or — James Russell Lowell
They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or — James Russell Lowell
They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or — James Russell Lowell
They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or — James Russell Lowell
They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or — James Russell Lowell
They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or — James Russell Lowell
They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or — James Russell Lowell
They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or — James Russell Lowell
They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or — James Russell Lowell
They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or — James Russell Lowell
They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or — James Russell Lowell
They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or — James Russell Lowell
They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or — James Russell Lowell
They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or — James Russell Lowell
They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or — James Russell Lowell
They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or — James Russell Lowell
They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or — James Russell Lowell
They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or — James Russell Lowell
They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or — James Russell Lowell
They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or — James Russell Lowell
They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or — James Russell Lowell
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They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or three.

— James Russell Lowell
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