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f wrong! 1850. Moloch in State street. In a foot-note of the Report of the Senate of Massachusetts on the case of the arrest and return to bondage of the fugitive slave Thomas Sims it is stated that— It would have been impossible for the U. S. marshal thus successfully to have resisted the law of the State, without the assistance of the municipal authorities of Boston, and the countenance and support of a numerous, wealthy, and powerful body of citizens. It was in evidence that 1500 of the most wealthy and respectable citizens—merchants, bankers, and others—volunteered their services to aid the marshal on this occasion. . . . . No watch was kept upon the doings of the marshal, and while the State officers slept, after the moon had gone down, in the darkest hour before daybreak, the accused was taken out of our jurisdiction by the armed police of the city of Boston. the moon has set: while yet the dawn Breaks cold and gray, Between the midnight and the morn Bear off you<
d us growing, Hear us, tell us where are we going, Where are we going, Rubee? 1847. To Delaware. Written during the discussion in the Legislature of that State, in the winter of 1846-47, of a bill for the abolition of slavery. thrice welcome to thy sisters of the East, To the strong tillers of a rugged home, With spray-thward with its words of fire; Glory and praise to God another State is free! 1847. Yorktown. Dr. Thacher, surgeon in Scammel's regiment, in his descriptionll: With Slavery's flag o'er both unrolled, What of the New World fears the Old? 1847. Randolph of Roanoke. O mother Earth! upon thy lap Thy weary ones receivingn-sheaves giving! Oh, more than all thy dead renown Were now one hero living! 1847. The lost statesman. Written on hearing of the death of Silas Wright of N black, Till bound, dumb millions there shall see them and rejoice. 10th mo., 1847. The slaves of Martinique. Suggested by a daguerreotype taken from a smal
prayer for one to guide and save, Like Moses by the Red Sea's wave! The stern accord her timbrel lent To Miriam's note of triumph sent O'er Egypt's sunken armament! The tramp that startled camp and town, And shook the walls of slavery down, The spectral march of old John Brown! The storm that swept through battle-days, The triumph after long delays, The bondmen giving God the praise! Voice of a ransomed race, sing on Till Freedom's every right is won, And slavery's every wrong undone! 1880. Garrison The earliest poem in this division was my youthful tribute to the great reformer when himself a young man he was first sounding his trumpet in Essex County. I close with the verses inscribed to him at the end of his earthly career, May 24, 1879. My poetical service in the cause of freedom is thus almost synchronous with his life of devotion to the same cause. the storm and peril overpast, The hounding hatred shamed and still, Go, soul of freedom! take at last The place
leaves of autumn, be Thy coronal of Victory And thy triumphal song. 10th mo., 1856. Le Marais du Cygne. The massacre of unarmed and unoffending men, in Sout Man; Put on the hunting-shirt once more, And lead in Freedom's van! 8th mo., 1856. A song for the time. Written in the summer of 1856, during the political1856, during the political campaign of the Free Soil party under the candidacy of John C. Fremont. Up, laggards of Freedom!—our free flag is cast To the blaze of the sun and the wings of the st, the threshing-floor, Flailed by the thunder, heaped with chaffless grain! 1856. A song, inscribed to the Fremont Clubs. Written after the election in 181856, which showed the immense gains of the Free Soil party, and insured its success in 1860. beneath thy skies, November! Thy skies of cloud and rain, Around our blazhe poet, but his warning heed, And shame his poor word with your nobler deed. 1856. On a prayer-book, with its Frontispiece, Ary Scheffer's Christus Consolator,
, quick-flowing yet, Shall know no check, Till a free people's foot is set On Slavery's neck. Even now, the peal of bell and gun, And hills aflame, Tell of the first great triumph won In Freedom's name. The election of Charles Sumner to the United States Senate ‘followed hard upon’ the rendition of the fugitive Sims by the United States officials and the armed police of Boston. The long night dies: the welcome gray Of dawn we see; Speed up the heavens thy perfect day, God of the free! 1851. Official piety. Suggested by reading a state paper, wherein the higher law is invoked to sustain the lower one. A Pious magistrate! sound his praise throughout The wondering churches. Who shall henceforth doubt That the long-wished millennium draweth nigh? Sin in high places has become devout, Tithes mint, goes painful-faced, and prays its lie Straight up to Heaven, and calls it piety! The pirate, watching from his bloody deck The weltering galleon, heavy with the gold Of Acapulc
e curse of the Charter-Breakers. The rights and liberties affirmed by Magna Charta were deemed of such importance, in the thirteenth century, that the Bishops, twice a year, with tapers burning, and in their pontifical robes, pronounced, in the presence of the king and the representatives of the estates of England, the greater excommunication against the infringer of that instrument. The imposing ceremony took place in the great Hall of Westminster. A copy of the curse, as pronounced in 1253, declares that, by the authority of Almighty God, and the blessed Apostles and Martyrs, and all the saints in heaven, all those who violate the English liberties, and secretly or openly, by deed, word, or counsel, do make statutes, or observe then being made, against said liberties, are accursed and sequestered from the company of heaven and the sacraments of the Holy Church. William Penn, in his admirable political pamphlet, England's Present Interest Considered, alluding to the curse of
lied a voice which shall not cease, Till, drowning all the noise of war, It sings the blessed song of peace! “ So to me, in a doubtful day Of chill and slowly greening spring, Low stooping from the cloudy gray, The wild-birds sang or seemed to sing. They vanished in the misty air, The song went with them in their flight; But lo! they left the sunset fair, And in the evening there was light. April, 1864. The mantle of St. John de Matha. A legend of the red, white, and blue, A. D. 1154-1864. A strong and mighty Angel, Calm, terrible, and bright, The cross in blended red and blue Upon his mantle white! Two captives by him kneeling, Each on his broken chain, Sang praise to God who raiseth The dead to life again? Dropping his cross-wrought mantle, ‘Wear this,’ the Angel said; “Take thou, O Freedom's priest, its sign,— The white, the blue, and red.” Then rose up John de Matha In the strength the Lord Christ gave, And begged through all the land of France The ransom
reen hillsides, sown with shot and shell, Through vales once choked with war. The low reveille of their battle-drum Disturbs no morning prayer; With deeper peace in summer noons their hum Fills all the drowsy air. And Samson's riddle is our own to-day, Of sweetness from the strong, Of union, peace, and freedom plucked away From the rent jaws of wrong. From Treason's death we draw a purer life, As, from the beast he slew, A sweetness sweeter for his bitter strife The old-time athlete drew! 1868. Howard at Atlanta. right in the track where Sherman Ploughed his red furrow, Out of the narrow cabin, Up from the cellar's burrow, Gathered the little black people, With freedom newly dowered, Where, beside their Northern teacher, Stood the soldier, Howard. He listened and heard the children Of the poor and long-enslaved Reading the words of Jesus, Singing the songs of David. Behold!—the dumb lips speaking, The blind eyes seeing! Bones of the Prophet's vision Warmed into being! Transf
the threshing-floor, Flailed by the thunder, heaped with chaffless grain! 1856. A song, inscribed to the Fremont Clubs. Written after the election in 1856, which showed the immense gains of the Free Soil party, and insured its success in 1860. beneath thy skies, November! Thy skies of cloud and rain, Around our blazing camp-fires We close our ranks again. Then sound again the bugles, Call the muster-roll anew; If months have well-nigh won the field, What may not four years do? For Goe with false and new with old To fight the battles of the Lord! O brothers! blest by partial Fate With power to match the will and deed, To him your summons comes too late Who sinks beneath his armor's weight, And has no answer but God-speed! 1860. To William H. Seward. On the 12th of January, 1861, Mr. Seward delivered in the Senate chamber a speech on The State of the Union, in which he urged the paramount duty of preserving the Union, and went as far as it was possible to go, with
hung aloft, it well might grace The nation's senate-chamber— A greedy Northern bottle-fly Preserved in Slavery's amber! 1850. Derne. The storming of the city of Derne, in 1805, by General Eaton, at the head of nine Americans, forty Greeks, worthy are his lips to tell Of Jesus' martyr-miracle, Or name aright that dread embrace Of suffering for a fallen race! 1850. A Sabbath scene. This poem finds its justification in the readiness with which, even in the North, clergymen urgedear me thought the breeze Bore Freedom's blessed word on; Thus saith the Lord: Break every yoke, Undo the heavy burden! 1850. In the evil days. This and the four following poems have special reference to that darkest hour in the aggression So calm and strong! Lend strength to weakness, teach us how The sleepless eyes of God look through This night of wrong! 1850. Moloch in State street. In a foot-note of the Report of the Senate of Massachusetts on the case of the arrest and
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