Who but shall learn that freedom is the prize
Man still is bound to rescue or maintain;
That nature's God commands the slave to rise,
And on the oppressor's head to break the chain.
Roll, years of promise, rapidly roll round,
Till not a slave shall on this earth be found.

Poem. As reported in: John Quincy Adams: A Personal History of an Independent Man (American Political Biography Press, 1995), p. 442