FREEDOM SPEECH OF SAINT GERMAIN



Signing of The Declaration of Independence


One can easily imagine the recording secretary of the convention furiously scribbling to keep up with the words of the electrifying Orator. Passing into legend and posterity, this speech was published in 1847 by George Lippard in his book: "Washington and His Generals: Legends of the Revolution".

"Gibbet? They may stretch our necks on all the gibbets in the land; they may turn every rock into a scaffold, every tree into a gallows, every home into a grave, and yet the words on that Parchment can never die!"

"They may pour our blood on a thousand scaffolds, and yet from every drop that dyes the axe or drips on the sawdust of the block, a new martyr to Freedom will spring into birth!"

"The British King may blot out the stars of God from His sky, but he cannot blot out His words written on the Parchment there! The works of God may perish, His Word never!"

"These words will go forth to the world when our bones are dust. To the slave in the mines they will speak hope; to the mechanic in his workshop freedom; to the coward-kings these words will speak but not in tones of flattery. No, no! They will speak like the flaming syllables on Belshazzar's Wall."

THE DAYS OF YOUR PRIDE AND GLORY ARE NUMBERED!


THE DAYS OF JUDGEMENT AND REVOLUTION DRAW NEAR!


"Yes, that Parchment will speak to the kings in a language sad and terrible as the trumpet of the Archangel. You have trampled on Mankind long enough. At last the voice of human woe has pierced the ear of God and called His Judgment down! You have waded on to thrones over seas of blood; you have trampled on to power over the necks of millions; you have turned the poor man's sweat and blood into robes for your delicate forms, into crowns for your anointed brows. Now kings, now purpled hangmen of the world, for you come the days of axes and gibbets and scaffolds, for you the wrath of Man, for you the lightnings of God!"

"Look! How the light of your palaces on fire flashes up into the midnight sky! Now purpled hangmen of the world, turn and beg for mercy! Where will you find it? Not from God, for you have blasphemed His Laws! Not from the people, for you stand baptized in their blood! Here you turn, and lo, a gibbet! There and a scaffold looks you in the face. All around you death and nowhere pity!"

"Now, executioners of the Human Race, kneel down. Yes, kneel down upon the sawdust of the scaffold; lay your perfumed heads upon the block; bless the axe as it falls, the axe that you sharpened for the poor man's neck!"

"Such is the message of that Declaration to Man, to the kings of the world! And shall we falter now? And shall we start back appalled when our feet press the very Threshold of Freedom? Do I see quailing faces around me, when our wives have been butchered, when the hearthstones of our land are red with the blood of little children?"

"What are these shrinking hearts and faltering voices here, when the very dead of our battlefields arise and call upon us to sign that Parchment or be accursed forever?"

"Sign, if the next moment the gibbet's rope is round your neck! Sign, if the next moment this hall rings with the echo of the falling axe! Sign, by all your hopes in life or death, as husbands, as fathers, as men. Sign your names to the Parchment or be accursed forever!"

"Sign, and not only for yourselves but for all ages. For that Parchment will be the textbook of Freedom, the Bible of the Rights of Man forever! Sign, for that Declaration will go forth to American hearts forever and speak to those hearts like the Voice of God! And its work will not be done until throughout this wide continent not a single inch of ground owns the sway of a British King!"

"Nay, do not start and whisper with surprise! It is a truth; your own hearts witness it; God proclaims it. This continent is the property of a free people and their property alone. (17-second applause) God, I say, proclaims it!"

"Look at this strange history of a band of exiles and outcasts, suddenly transformed into a people. Look at this wonderful exodus of the oppressed of the Old World into the New, where they came, weak in arms but mighty in Godlike faith. Nay, look at this history of your Bunker Hill, your Lexington, where a band of plain farmers mocked and trampled down the panoply of British arms, and then tell Me, if you can, that God has not given America to the free?" (12-second applause)

"It is not given to our poor human intellect to climb the skies, to pierce the Councils of the Almighty One. But Methinks I stand among the awful clouds which veil the brightness of Jehovah's Throne. Methinks I see the Recording Angel, pale as an Angel is pale, weeping as an Angel can weep, come trembling up to that Throne and speak his dread message."

"'Father, the Old World is baptized in blood! Father, it is drenched with the blood of millions, butchered in war, in persecution, in slow and grinding oppression! Father, look with one glance of Thine Eternal Eye. Look over Europe, Asia, Africa and behold evermore that terrible sight, Man trodden down beneath the oppressor's feet, nations lost in blood, murder, and superstition walking hand in hand over the graves of their victims, and not a single voice to whisper hope to Man!'"

"He stands there, the Angel, his hands trembling with the black record of human guilt. But hark! The Voice of Jehovah speaks out from the awful cloud, 'Let there be light again. Let there be a New World. Tell My people, the poor, the trodden-down millions, to go out from the Old World. Tell them to go out from wrong, oppression, and blood. Tell them to go out from this Old World, to build My Altar in the New!'" (11-second applause)

"As God lives, My friends, I believe that to be His Voice! Yes, were My Soul trembling on the wing for eternity, were this hand freezing in death, were this voice choking with the last struggle, I would still, with the last impulse of that Soul, with the last wave of that hand, with the last gasp of that voice, implore you to remember this truth: God has given America to the free!" (13-second applause)

"Yes, as I sank down into the gloomy shadows of the grave, with My last gasp I would beg you to sign that Parchment in the name of the God Who made the Saviour Who redeemed you, in the name of the millions whose very breath is now hushed in intense expectation as they look up to you for the awful words,'you are free!'" (9-second applause)


SIGNING OF THE DECLARATION COMMENCES


"And now the Parchment is signed; and now let word go forth to the people in the streets, to the homes of America, to the camp of Mister Washington, and the Palace of George the Idiot-King. Let word go out to all the Earth."

"And, old man in the steeple, now bare your arm and grasp the iron tongue and let the bell speak out the great truth: FIFTY-SIX TRADERS, LAWYERS, FARMERS, AND MECHANICS HAVE THIS DAY SHOOK THE SCHACKLES OF THE WORLD!" (13-second applause)

"Hark! Hark to the toll of that bell! Is there not a deep poetry in that sound, a poetry more sublime than Shakespeare or Milton? Is there not a music in the sound that reminds you of those awful tones which broke from angel-lips, when news of the Child Jesus burst on the shepherds of Bethlehem? For that bell now speaks out to the world that GOD HAS GIVEN THE AMERICAN CONTINENT TO THE FREE, THE TOILING MILLIONS OF THE HUMAN RACE, AS THE LAST ALTAR OF THE RIGHTS OF MAN ON THE GLOBE, THE HOME OF THE OPPRESSED FOREVERMORE!" (10-second applause)

"Are we not bought with a price?"

WHEW, where do I sign? (JOC)

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