I felt a sense of bitter loss, Shame, tearless grief, and stifling wrath, A serpent stretched across. All love of home, all pride of place, Down on my native hills of June, And Law, an unloosed maniac, strong, The blasphemy of wrong. "O Mother, from thy memories proud, Mother of Freedom, wise and brave, 6th mo., 1854. LINES, ON THE PASSAGE OF THE BILL TO PROTECT THE RIGHTS AND LIBERTIES OF THE PEOPLE OF THE STATE AGAINST THE FUGITIVE SLAVE ACT. I SAID I stood upon thy grave, My Mother State, when last the moon And, scattering ashes on my head, No threat is on thy closed lips, But in thine eye a power to smite Not mindless of thy trade and gain, The vision of a Christian man, And thou, amidst thy sisterhood When North and South shall strive no more, And all their feuds and fears be lost In Freedom's holy Pentecost. 6th mo., 1855. 94 My palace is the people's hall, Who serves to-day upon the list To-day let pomp and vain pretence I set a plain man's common sense The strength of gold and land; While there's a grief to seek redress, Where weighs our living manhood less While there's a right to need my vote, Up! clouted knee and ragged coat! THE EVE OF ELECTION. ROM gold to gray FR Our mild sweet day Of Indian Summer fades too soon; But tenderly Above the sea Hangs, white and calm, the Hunter's moon. In its pale fire The village spire Shows like the zodiac's spectral lance; The painted walls Transfigured stand in marble trance! O'er fallen leaves The west wind grieves, Yet comes a seed-time round again; The State sown free With baleful tares or healthful grain. Along the street The shadows meet Of Destiny, whose hands conceal That shape the State, And make or mar the common weal. And princes meet In every street, And hear the tread of uncrowned kings! Hark! through the crowd The laugh runs loud, Beneath the sad, rebuking moon. God save the land A careless hand May shake or swerve ere morrow's noon! No jest is this; One cast amiss May blast the hope of Freedom's year. O, take me where Are hearts of prayer, And foreheads bowed in reverent fear! |