"The Beginning of Slavery's End": A poem

These verses were apparently published in London's Punch Magazine shortly after Abraham Lincoln's election as President of the United States. I don't know if any Northerner who favored the abolition of slavery could have summed up their thoughts and beliefs in verse much better than this.

I found it republished on page 133 of Abraham Lincoln: The Year of His Election, A Cartoon History by Albert Shaw (The Review of Reviews Corporation, 1929).  Unfortunately, as I did some brief research on it, I found a link to Google books that showed that the version I found was missing a few verses, only printing what this link showed to be the first, second, fifth and final verses. I have transcribed the entire poem from this link.

Thus far shall Slavery go, no farther;

That tide must ebb from this time forth.

So many righteous Yankees are there, 

Who Good and Truth hold something worth, 

That they outnumber the immoral

Throughout the States, on that old quarrel

That stands between the South and North.

The great Republic is not rotten

So much as half; the rest is sound.

Most of her sons have not forgotten

Her own foundation; holy ground!

The better party is the stronger,

And by the worse will now no longer

Bear to be bullied, ruled and bound.

The nobler people of the nation

The baser sort no more will stand,

Nor cringe to truculent dictation

Enforced with strength of murderous hand,

By ruffians, for example, brawling

To back slave-soil against free land.

Their higher-minded fellow creatures

Of all these brutes are tired, and sick

Of slavery's blaspheming preachers,

That snuffle texts with nasal trick

To justify the abomination

That's cherished by their congregation

Whose feet these canting parsons lick. 

Enough of frantic stump-haranguing,

Invectives of a rabid Press,

Tarring and feathering, flogging, hanging,

To stop free mouths; the mad excess

Of human-fleshmongers tyrannic

Who rant and revel in Satanic

Enthusiasm of wickedness!

This is America's decision.

Awakening, she begins to see

How justly she incurs derision

Of tyrants, while she shames us free;

Republican, yet more slaves owning

Than any under Empire groaning,

Or ground beneath the Papacy

Come, South, accept the situation; 

The change will grow by safe degrees.

If any talk of separation,

Hang all such traitors if you please.

Break up the Union? Brothers, never!

No; the United States for ever, 

Pure Freedom's home beyond the seas!