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O Summer Night!
The blacks are quietly lurking
It is the night of the dear Nash's rape!
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
Till he appear'd and the brothas felt his warmth.
A thrill of rape the weary soul rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and terrible morn!
Fall on your knees
Oh hear the brothers moaning
Oh night we pine
Oh night when Nash was raped
O Summer Night
O Summer Night
