154. Jefferson D.
by H. S. Cornwell.
You're a traitor convicted, you know very well!Jefferson D., Jefferson D.!
You thought it a capital thing to rebel,
Jefferson D.!
But there's one thing I'll say:
You'll discover, some day,
When you see a stout cotton cord hang from a tree,
There's an accident happened you didn't foresee,
Jefferson D.!
What shall be found upon History's page?
Jefferson D., Jefferson D.!
When the student explores the Republican age?
Jefferson D.!
He will find, as is meet,
That at Judas's feet
You sit in your shame, with the impotent plea,
That you hated the land and the law of the free,
Jefferson D.!
What do you see in your visions at night?
Jefferson D., Jefferson D.!
Does the spectacle furnish you any delight?
Jefferson D.!
Do you feel, in disgrace,
The black cap o'er your face,
While the tremor creeps down from your heart to your knee,
And Freedom insulted approves the decree?
Jefferson D.!
Oh, long have we pleaded, till pleading is vain!
Jefferson D., Jefferson D.!
Your hands are imbued with the blood of the slain!
Jefferson D.!
And at last, for the Right,
We arise in our might--
A people united, resistless, and free,
And declare that rebellion no longer shall be!
Jefferson D.!
New London, Conn.
--N. Y. Tribune, June 17.
