In time of trouble we are citizens. Shall we be citizens in war, and aliens in peace? Would that be just?
The lonely billows of the Atlantic, where every breeze speaks of courage and liberty. The Heroic Slave (1853)
This war, let it be long or let it be short, let it cost much or let it cost little... shall not cease until every freedman at the South has the right to vote. What the Black Man Wants (1865)