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I TE wait beneath the furnace-blast
Hot burns the fire
The hand-breadth cloud the sages feared
Its bloody rain is dropping;
The poison plant the fathers spared
East, West, South, North,
And fraud and lies
What gives the wheat-field blades of steel?
What points the rebel cannon ?
What breaks the oath
For the Union's life ? —
Then waste no blows on lesser foes
In strife unworthy freemen.
God lifts to-day the vail, and shows
O North and South,
66 Let slavery die!”
What though the cast-out spirit tear
The nation in his going?
Whate’er the loss,
Of present pain
For who that leans on His right arm
Was ever yet forsaken?
What righteous cause can suffer harm
Though wild and loud
Above the maddening cry for blood,
Above the wild war-drumming,
Whose shame we bear,
In vain the bells of war shall ring
Of triumphs and revenges,
While still is spared the evil thing
That yet shall hear
That rings the knell
Then let the selfish lip be dumb,
And hushed the breath of sighing;
And, murmuring not,