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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 93 (search)
25. now: answer to not yet, by W. C. Bryant. by T. Hulbert Underwood. A “marvel of the earth,” indeed! Our Country, from its greatness thrown-- Thrown dust-ward, like a blasted reed-- Its pride laid low — its green leaves strown. The traitor's arm has laid her low-- In vain the hopeful answer, “No!” A stigma rests upon her fame-- Though still she's cherished in our heart- The traitor's blight, a sullied name! Yet cling we to her as yet a part Of that which was the “glorious,” great, The favored land, the model State. Stern Truth — of those who gave this land The prestige of its former name-- Will say, “Its erring statesmen stand Convicted of the present shame.” Could they the present sequence know, They'd seek the deepest shades below. Because they left undone the task Which God assigned them then and there-- To “tear” from slavery its mask, And drive it from its cherished lair-- Their judgment or their will was wrong, Who left this dragon to grow strong. They band
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), 109. Catholic Cathedral. (search)
109. Catholic Cathedral. by T. Hulbert Underwood. See! o'er yon proud cathedral, like a star, The signal-cross is beaming bright and far. One year ago it gleamed along the sky A light malignant like an evil eye. With scornful lip the men of purpose said: “Portent of evil! lo, the Christ has fled.” But now, thank God! it stands a beacon-light; The Christ is there, encouraging the Right. The solemn organ grandly pealing there-- A hymn to Freedom sweetens all the air. One year ago that deep-toned organ smote The ear with horror; for each mocking note Came down upon us with the monstrous cry, That “Slavery is truth, and God a lie ;” But now the nation listens while it rings-- For lo! a song of Freedom upward springs. Thank God for this! We turn again to thee, Great Mother Church, and bow the willing knee Before thine altar. Now the Christ is there, And Liberty beside Him breathes her prayer. Within thy precincts men of holy vow And earnest purpose are assembled now. Thy prayer