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Columbia (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 47
od said, I am tired of Kings, I suffer them no more; Up to my ear the morning brings The outrage of the poor. Think ye I made this ball A field of havoc and war, Where tyrants great and tyrants small Might harry the weak and poor? My angel — his name is Freedom-- Choose him to be your king; He shall cut pathways east and west, And fend you with his wing. Lo! I uncover the land Which I hid of old time in the West, As the sculptor uncovers his statue, When he has wrought his best. I show Columbia, of the rocks Which dip their foot in the seas, And soar to the air-borne flocks Of clouds, and the boreal fleece. I will divide my goods, Call in the wretch and slave: None shall rule but the humble, And none but Toil shall have. I will have never a noble, No lineage counted great: Fishers and choppers and ploughmen Shall constitute a State. Go, cut down trees in the forest, And trim the straightest boughs; Cut down trees in the forest, And build me a wooden house. Call the people toge
Nevada (Nevada, United States) (search for this): chapter 47
nnot help again; Beware from right to swerve. I break your bonds and masterships, And I unchain the slave: Free be his heart and hand henceforth, As wind and wandering wave. I cause from every creature His proper good to flow: So much as he is and doeth, So much he shall bestow. But, laying his hands on another To coin his labor and sweat, He goes in pawn to his victim For eternal years in debt. Pay ransom to the owner, And fill the bag to the brim! Who is the owner? The slave is owner, And ever was. Pay him! O North! give him beauty for rags, And honor, O South! for his shame; Nevada I coin thy golden crags With Freedom's image and name. Up! and the dusky race That sat in darkness long-- Be swift their feet as antelopes, And as behemoth strong. Come East, and West, and North, By races, as snow-flakes, And carry my purpose forth, Which neither halts nor shakes. My will fulfilled shall be, For, in daylight or in dark, My thunderbolt has eyes to see His way home to the mark.
Boston Hymn (search for this): chapter 47
Boston Hymn. by Ralph Waldo Emerson. The word of the Lord by night To the watching Pilgrims came, As they sat by the sea-side, And filled their hearts with flame. God said, I am tired of Kings, I suffer them no more; Up to my ear the morning brings The outrage of the poor. Think ye I made this ball A field of havoc and war, Where tyrants great and tyrants small Might harry the weak and poor? My angel — his name is Freedom-- Choose him to be your king; He shall cut pathways east and west, And fend you with his wing. Lo! I uncover the land Which I hid of old time in the West, As the sculptor uncovers his statue, When he has wrought his best. I show Columbia, of the rocks Which dip their foot in the seas, And soar to the air-borne flocks Of clouds, and the boreal fleece. I will divide my goods, Call in the wretch and slave: None shall rule but the humble, And none but Toil shall have. I will have never a noble, No lineage counted great: Fishers and choppers and ploughmen Sha
Ralph Waldo Emerson (search for this): chapter 47
Boston Hymn. by Ralph Waldo Emerson. The word of the Lord by night To the watching Pilgrims came, As they sat by the sea-side, And filled their hearts with flame. God said, I am tired of Kings, I suffer them no more; Up to my ear the morning brings The outrage of the poor. Think ye I made this ball A field of havoc and war, Where tyrants great and tyrants small Might harry the weak and poor? My angel — his name is Freedom-- Choose him to be your king; He shall cut pathways east and west, And fend you with his wing. Lo! I uncover the land Which I hid of old time in the West, As the sculptor uncovers his statue, When he has wrought his best. I show Columbia, of the rocks Which dip their foot in the seas, And soar to the air-borne flocks Of clouds, and the boreal fleece. I will divide my goods, Call in the wretch and slave: None shall rule but the humble, And none but Toil shall have. I will have never a noble, No lineage counted great: Fishers and choppers and ploughmen Sha