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For the peace which shall follow the squadrons' tramp,
Where the brazen trumpets bray,
The blood-red chargers neigh.
For the peace which shall wash out the leprous stain
Of our slavery, foul and grim, And shall sunder the fetters which creak and clank
On the down-trodden dark man's limb.
I will curse him as traitor, and false of heart,
Who would shrink from the conflict now,
On his hideous, Cain-like brow.
Out! out of the way! with your spurious peace,
Which would make us rebellion's slaves !
Or cover it over with graves.
Out! out of the way! with your knavish schemes,
You trembling and trading pack!
That its master has beaten back.
You would barter the fruit of our fathers' blood,
And sell out the Stripes and Stars,
from rebellion's scars.
By the widow's wail, by the mother's tears,
By the orphans who cry for bread,
Till rebellion's soul is dead.
The Prescience of the Poet.
(EXTRACT FROM MR. Murdocu's LECTURES.) The following lines are from a poem by Thomas Buchanan Read, Esq., entitled “The New Pastoral,” published about ten years ago. They derive their present interest mainly from the fact that they are singularly prophetic of events which now form the murky clouds enshrouding the whole nation in one common gloom, and of the rainbow arch of hope which will hereafter break forth and dispel the darkness in the ordered time of Him who hath said, “I make peace and create evil.”
Mr. Read seems to have been impressed with the idea of awakening the enthusiasm of the people in favor of their country, by elevating them above mere party strifes, and filling them with the inspiration of a great cause.
In one of the passages, you will observe, he anticipates the time when, through the machinations of the artful and designing demagogue, this fair land may be divided and desolated by civil war, and, with surprising prescience, signalizes, and almost names, the man who, from the ranks of toil and private life, may arise to redeem the nation. Whether in this peculiar passage he had the present Chief Magistrate in view, it is not for me to say; but certainly the reader cannot fail to distinguish something like a portrait of that President who, born among the people and in his early life devoted to hard toil, may, with the blessing of divine Providence, prove to be the accepted chieftain of the deliverance of the Republic, and the perpetuation of the Union.
This extract was first read in the Hall of Representatives at Washington, on the occasion of a benefit for the sick and wounded soldiers. A large and distinguished audience was present; the extract was part of my introduction; and, as I uttered the prophecy concerning the man of the West, Mr. Lincoln entered the chamber and seated himself in a chair on the right of the Speaker's stand, near the entrance. He was not observed for some moments, but gradually his presence was acknowledged by loud applause, which finally became general, as the application of his position and services to the poet's language became apparent and general. I was not aware of his presence, till, pausing in respect to the applause, I inadvertently turned, and saw the President in the chair near to the door. He came late, and, not wishing to disturb the speaker, he had entered alone, and quietly seated himself in the vacant chair.
Oh, to roam, like the rivers, through empires of woods,
Leave the tears to the maiden, the fears to the child,
There the deep forests fall, and the old shadows fly,
Let contemplation view the future scene.
Where stood the forest chapel with its graves,
laurels in the gusty air !
clear voices as a bugle ring! The wild time needs you. There are trembling hearts To strengthen and assure; and there are tongues, Uttering they know not what, that should be drown'd, And babbling lips that should be fill’d with song, Lest they breathe treason unaware. Who dares, Like that bad angel which dismember'd heaven, Stand forth, and, with “disunion” on his lips, Earn endless infamy? None are so base, Or if he lives—the world on land and sea Hides many monsters—let his villain tongue, In its proclaiming, struck with palsy, cleave