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But let its humbled sons, instead,
From sea to lake,
In sadness make.
Of all we loved and honoured, nought
Save power remains,-
Still strong in chains.
The soul has fled:
The man is dead!
To his dead fame;
And hide the shame!
THE PEACE OF EUROPE.
1852. "GREAT peace in Europe! Order reigns From Tiber's hills to Danube's plains !" So say her kings and priests; so say The lying prophets of our day. Go lay to earth a listening ear; The tramp of measured marches hear,The rolling of the cannon's wheel, The shotted musket's murderous peal, The night alarm, the sentry's call, The quick-eared spy in hut and hall! From Polar sea and tropic fen The dying groans of exiled men ! The bolted cell, the galley's chains, The scaffold smoking with its stains ! Order,—the hush of brooding slaves ! Peace
in the dungeon-vaults and graves !
O Fisher of the world-wide net,
White Angel of the Lord ! unmeet
I HEARD the train's shrill whistle call,
I saw an earnest look beseech,
And rather by that look than speech My neighbour told me all. And, as I thought of Liberty Marched hand-cuffed down that sworded
street, The solid earth beneath my feet Reeled fluid as the sea.
I felt a sense of bitter loss, –
Shame, tearless grief, and stifling wrath,
And loathing fear, as if my path
All generous confidence and trust,
Sank smothering in that deep disgust
And home's green quiet, hiding all,
Fell sudden darkness like the fall
Blood-drunken, through the blackness trod,
Thy old renown, dear Commonwealth,
Lend this dead air a breeze of health, And smite with stars this cloud. “Mother of Freedom, wise and brave,
Rise awful in thy strength,” I said.
Ah me! I spake but to the dead; I stood
WHAT OF THE DAY?
Like the low thunders of a sultry sky
The hills blaze red with warnings; foes draw nigh,
Treading the dark with challenge and reply. Behold the burden of the prophet's vision,The gathering hosts,—the Valley of Decision,
Dusk with the wings of eagles wheeling o'er. Day of the Lord, of darkness and not light!
It breaks in thunder and the whirlwind's roar !
Turn and o'erturn, end what thou hast begun
Has reached the hour (albeit through care and pain) When Good and Evil, as for final strife,
Close dim and vast on Armageddon's plain;
Drive howling back the Spirits of the Night.
See Truth's white banner floating on before;
See Peace with Freedom make to Time amends, And, through its cloud of dust, the threshing-floor,
Flailed by thy thunder, heaped with chaffless grain!
LAUS DEO! ON HEARING THE BELLS RING ON THE PASSAGE OF THE
CONSTITUTIONAL AMENDMENT ABOLISHING SLAVERY.
It is done!
How the belfries rock and reel!
How the great guns, peal on peal,
Ring, O bells!
Loud and long, that all may hear,
Ring for every listening ear
Let us kneel:
Lord, forgive us! What are we
That our eyes this glory see,
For the Lord
He has smitten with his thunder
The iron walls asunder,
Loud and long
“He has cast the mighty cow!;
Horse and rider sink and drown;
Did we dare,