Read the excerpt from "To the Public” by William Lloyd Garrison. I swear, while life-blood warms my throbbing veins, Still to oppose and thwart, with heart and hand, Thy brutalising sway—till Afric’s chains Are burst, and Freedom rules the rescued land,— Trampling Oppression and his iron rod: Such is the vow I take —SO HELP ME GOD! How does the personification in the underlined portion of the excerpt support Garrison’s rhetorical appeal?