Francis Jackson Garrison, William Lloyd Garrison, 1805-1879; the story of his life told by his children: volume 2

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     Filled with alternate joy and sorrow;
To-day, feel all renewed within,
     But fear a sad relapse to-morrow!

What, then, is rest? It is to be
     Perfect in love and holiness;
From sin eternally made free;
     Not under law, but under grace;
Once cleansed from guilt, forever pure;
     Once pardoned, ever reconciled;
Once healed, to find a perfect cure;
     As Jesus blameless, undefiled;
Once saved, no more to go astray;
     Once crucified, then always dead;

Never from rectitude to swerve,
     Though by the powers of hell pursued;
To consecrate, without reserve,
     All we possess, in “doing good.”

—to keep
     Not one in seven, but all days holy!

Having thus placed another weapon in the hands of his enemies, Mr. Garrison returned to Boston and his editorial chair, and began by paying his respects to the Rev. James T. Woodbury and the second Clerical Appeal, reproduced in full in the Liberator of September 1. The¹ former's letter he pronounced ‘a “clerical” curiosity,’ of which the severest thing that could be said, for those acquainted with the writer, was that it was perfectly characteristic. The attack was not made upon himself alone, but upon William Goodell, Elizur Wright, and the host of abolitionists who had given him the right hand of fellowship, as Woodbury, on his part, had hitherto done. As for ‘swallowing Garrison,’ everybody had done so who had abandoned the Colonization Society and signed the National Anti-Slavery Declaration, for that made a man a Garrisonite.