I be havin' a dream that one tide this nation will rise up an' live ou' th' true meanin' o' its creed. We hold these truths t' be self-evident that all men be created equal.
I be havin' a dream that one tide on th' red hills o' Georgia th' sons o' former slaves an' th' sons o' former slave owners be able t' sit down together at th' table o' brotherhood.
I be havin' a dream that one tide e'en th' state o' Mississippi, a state swelterin' wi' th' heat o' oppression, be transformed into an oasis o' freedom an' justice.
I be havin' a dream that me four wee children will one tide live in a nation 'ere they will nay be judged by th' color o' the'r skin but by th' content o' the'r character.
I be havin' a dream today.
I be havin' a dream that one tide down in Alabama, wi' its vicious racists, wi' its governor havin' his lips drippin' wi' th' words o' interposition an' nullification; that one tide starboard down in Alabama wee black boys an' black lasses be able t' join hands wi' wee white boys an' white lasses as sisters an' brothers.
I be havin' a dream today.
I be havin' a dream that one tide ever' valley shall be exalted, an' ever' hill an' ever' mountain shall be made low, th' rough places be made plains an' th' crooked places be made straight an' th' glory o' th' Lord shall be revealed an' all flesh shall be seein' 't together.
This be our hope. This be th' faith that I will go aft t' th' South wi'. Wi' this faith we be able t' hew ou' o' th' mountain o' despair a stone o' hope.
Wi' this faith we be able t' transform th' janglin' discords o' our nation into a beautiful sea yarn o' brotherhood.
Wi' this faith we be able t' work together, t' pray together, t' struggle together, t' go t' jail together, t' climb up fer freedom together, knowin' that we be free one tide.
This be th' tide when all o' God`s children be able t' sin' wi' new meanin' "Me country `tis o' thee, sweet land o' liberty, o' thee I sin'. Land 'ere me fathers sank t'Davy Jones' locker, land o' th' Pilgrim`s pride, from ever' mountainside, let freedom rin'!"
An' if America be t' be a great nation, this must become true. So let freedom rin' from th' hilltops o' New Hampshire. Let freedom rin' from th' mighty mountains o' New York.
Let freedom rin' from th' heightenin' Alleghenies o' Pennsylvania.
Let freedom rin' from th' snow-capped Rockies o' Colorado.
Let freedom rin' from th' curvaceous slopes o' California.
But nay only that, let freedom, rin' from Stone Mountain o' Georgia.
Let freedom rin' from ever' hill an' molehill o' Mississippi an' ever' mountainside.
An' when this happens, when we let freedom rin', when we let 't rin' from ever' tenement an' ever' hamlet, from ever' state an' ever' city, we be able t' speed up that tide when all o' God`s children, black men an' white men, Jews an' Gentiles, Protestants an' Catholics, be able t' join hands an' sin' in th' words o' th' old spiritual, "Free at last, free at last. Thank God Almighty, we be free at last."
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