And is it Christian England cheers And must she run, despite the tears O black disgrace! O shame and loss The pirate's skull-bone blazon! I heard beneath its marble wall The clanking fetters of the slave! In the foul market-place I stood, I shut my eyes, I held my breath, And, smothering down the wrath and shame That set my Northern blood aflame, Stood silent where to speak was death. Beside me gloomed the prison-cell The flag that floated from the dome For crime was virtue: Gown and Sword Went hawking with our symbol-bird. On the oppressor's side was power; Somehow, some time, the end would be; Yet scarcely dared I hope to see The triumph with my mortal eye. But now I see it! In the sun A free flag floats from yonder dome, And at the nation's hearth and home The justice long delayed is done. Not as we hoped, in calm of prayer, On waves of battle-troubled air! 'Midst sounds that madden and appall, The song that Bethlehem's shepherds knew! The harp of David melting through The demon-agonies of Saul! Not as we hoped ; but what are we? I cavil not with Him: the voice Dear friends still toiling in the sun, - |