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Through this broad street, restless ever,
Ebbs and flows a human tide,
Wealth and fashion side by side ;
Underneath yon dome, whose coping
Springs above them, vast and tall,
For the largess, base and small,
which from its table fall.
Base of heart! They vilely barter
Honor's wealth for party's place:
Leaving footprints of disgrace;
hope of their race.
Yet, where festal lamps are throwing
Glory round the dancer's hair,
Backward on the sunset air ;
sweet and rare :
There to-night shall woman's glances,
Star-like, welcome give to them,
Seek to touch their garments' hem,
God and Truth condemn.
From this glittering lie my vision
Takes a broader, sadder range,
Other pictures dark and strange ;
From the parlor to the prison must the scene and
On its hinges, harsh and slow;
On a fearful group below
Pitying God !—Is that a WOMAN
On whose wrist the shackles clash ?
Underneath the stinging lash ?
procession flash ?
Still the dance goes gayly onward !
What is it to Wealth and Pride ? 'That without the stars are looking
On a scene which earth should hide ? That the SLAVE-SHIP lies in waiting, rocking on
Vainly to that mean Ambition
Which, upon a rival's fall,
With a reptile's slimy crawl,
in anguish call.
Giving to ideal woe
Shall the stricken mourner go;
Nay, my words are all too sweeping:
In this crowded human mart,
Feeling ie not dead, but sleeping;
Man's strong will and woman's heart,
their generous part.
Southward in the distance lost,
Worthier than the North can boast,
Now, the soul alone is willing:
Faint the heart and weak the knee;
With the mighty words “Be Free!” Tarrieth long the land's Good Angel, but his ad
vent is to be!
Meanwhile, turning from the revol
To the prison-cell my sight,
For a keener sense of right,
“ To thy duty now and ever!
Dream no more of rest or stay ;
All thou art and hast to-day:
seems to say.
Ye with heart and vision gifted
To discern and love the right,
To the slowly-growing light,
the murk of night!
Ye who through long years of trial
Still have held your purpose fast,
From the westering sunshine cast, "And of hope each hour's denial seemed an echo of
the last !
Oh, my brothers ! oh, my sisters !
Would to God that ye were near,
Of a sorrow strange and drear;
I seem to hear !
With the storm above us driving,
With the false earth mined below-
We have counted friend as foe;
Well it may be that our natures
Have grown sterner and more hard,
Somewhat harsh and battle-scarred,
Be it so. It should not swerve us
From a purpose true and brave;
Than the pastime of the slave;
All our idle feuds in dust,
Mutual faith and common trust;
All our sun and starlight here,
Bid us be of heart and cheer,
the inward ear.
Know we not our dead are looking
Downward with a sad surprise,
With their mild and loving eyes ?
their blessed skies?
Let us draw their mantles o'er us
Which have fallen in our way;
Cheerly, bravely, while we may,
is not day!
FROM A LETTER TO A YOUNG CLERICAL FRIEND
A STRENGTH thy service cannot tire
A faith which doubt can never dimA heart of love, a lip of fire
Oh! Freedom's God! be thou to him! Speak through him words of power and fear, As through thy prophet bards of old,