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If you are not located in the United States, you -will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before -using this eBook. - -Title: Sir Copp - A poem for the times, in six cantos - -Author: Thomas Clarke - -Release Date: August 2, 2022 [eBook #68671] - -Language: English - -Produced by: Sonya Schermann and the Online Distributed Proofreading - Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from - images generously made available by The Internet Archive) - -*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SIR COPP *** - - - - - - - SIR COPP. - - A POEM FOR THE TIMES, - In Six Cantos. - - BY THOMAS CLARKE, - AUTHOR OF “A DAY IN MAY,” “DONNA ROSA,” “THE SILENT VILLAGE,” - “LIFE IN THE WEST,” &C. - - “Truth—the highest poetry and the bitterest satire.”—THE - AUTHOR. - - “Thus have they masked Hypocrisy, - And dubbed her ‘Young Democracy.’”—SIR COPP., _Canto VI._ - - _SIXTH THOUSAND._ - - CHICAGO: - GEO. W. CLARKE, PUBLISHER - 1867. - - Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1865, - BY THOS. CLARKE & CO., - In the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United - States, for the Northern District of Illinois. - - - - -PREFACE. - - -The object of this Poem is two-fold; first, to photograph a phase of -human depravity incredible, had we not witnessed it; and to hand down -its subjects to eternal infamy: and, secondly, to paint the beauty and -power of goodness and loyalty in the sacred cause of God and of Country. -“Sir Copp” represents the element of mean servility exhibited in those -whom duty called in vain to the support of their invaded liberties; the -most venomous “copperheads” being those who, under a loyal mask, betrayed -their trust, starved our soldiers, robbed their widows and orphans, and, -like Benedict Arnold, sold themselves to the enemy. Contrasted with this -dark side of the picture the patriotism of our loyal citizens stands out -in bold relief. Our army, like a torrent, sweeps away the strongholds -of the rebels and restores peace and happiness to the nation. But this -glimpse of light is clouded by the murder of Mr. Lincoln, and, in “Abel -Misraim,” the people bewail the irreparable loss of their martyred chief. -A digression on certain British poets, and a severe criticism on “Enoch -Arden,” are followed by a discussion demonstrating the impossibility of -sustaining liberty, unless founded on the basis of popular virtue and -intelligence; and that no man, whatever be his color, is entitled to the -privileges, unless he be prepared to discharge the duties of a citizen. -The abuse of this principle caused all our troubles in the past, and, -unless a speedy and a radical reform shall be effected, we can expect -nothing better for the future. - -“Sir Copp,” having undergone a severe physical and moral dissection, is -finally introduced into hell, whence Satan, unwilling to entertain him, -sends him back to earth to be punished there according to his deserts. - -This is the first of a series of works, chiefly on the war, by the -same author, which will be issued in due course, if “home production” -shall receive here, at the West, a sufficient patronage to justify the -undertaking. - -It is proposed, also, to republish here, from the London editions, the -most popular of the author’s published works, to which the opinions of -the best English critics will be appended, according to him a high rank -amongst the first poets of our day. - -Perhaps it may not be deemed out of place to give here a few brief -extracts from those criticisms: - -The London Athenæum says: “Mr. Clarke is highly successful in his -management of blank verse, and the following passage from his “Day in -May,” is worthy of praise for the happy arrangement of its cadences, and -the pure and natural feelings contained in it.” [Here follows a quotation -of over 40 lines.] - -The London Spectator speaks of the same poem in the highest terms; so do -the Court Journal, Indian Review, Morning Post, &c. - -Blackwood says of “Donna Rosa,” that “it cannot be surpassed for -elegance of style and correctness of metre.” Tait’s Edinburgh Magazine -coincides, and Bell’s Messenger says: “This is the best and most musical -poem which the present season has produced.” - -Much more might be quoted, had we space. The above must suffice for the -present. - -With regard to this new poem, “Sir Copp,” the author relies entirely -on the good sense and judgment of the people of the Great West, for -an impartial decision of its claims to public favor; and he will -rest satisfied with that decision, whatever it may be; for he cannot -but believe, that those who have been able to appreciate the best -political, military and legal talent in the country, will also be able to -discriminate, and reward, literary merit, when it is fairly and candidly -presented for their consideration. - - CHICAGO, ILLINOIS. - - - - -DEDICATION TO THE PEOPLE OF THE UNITED STATES. - - - Great Sov’reign, mightier far than king, - Accept this off’ring which I bring. - Thy humble servant would propose - A novel theme in rhyming prose; - Or, since my Muse flanks the sublime, - Then be it named prosaic rhyme. - No matter, if the thing shall please, - Concerning names I feel at ease. - - - - -INVOCATION TO THE MUSE. - - - Muse, if you ever condescend - To aid, in time of need, a friend, - If ever I have sung a lay - That charmed you on a happier day; - If, with the fat of spitted priests, - I have enriched your genial feasts; - Or politician’s sav’riest part, - Has warmed the “cockles” of your heart: - Oh, grant me, now, this precious boon, - (Again I may not ask you soon,) - May I before the lieges spread - The merits of the Copperhead! - - It is, indeed, a boon you ask, - And mine will be an arduous task: - The reptile’s name is legion; - He every color can put on; - He is a blackleg all complete, - The people to delude and cheat; - Pretends to be their faithful hack, - Yet claps a saddle on their back - And rides them roughshod through the mire, - Not suffering them to lag or tire, - But whips and spurs the patient jade, - Which never can his yoke evade, - Until, from high official chair - He sees the gaping creatures stare - Upon the riches he has fobbed - From those he so adroitly robbed; - Or in the Senate or the House, - He sits with those who there carouse - At your expense, and laughs to scorn - The slaves who for his use were born. - But though the task is hard, yet still, - I owe you much for your good will; - Then come, together let us wing - Our upward flight, and boldly sing - The strains which from my lips shall flow, - I love to pay whate’er I owe. - - - - -SIR COPP. - - - - -CANTO I. - - “To hell how easy the descent! - But to retrace your steps and to regain - The light of Heaven, alas, how difficult!”—VIRGIL. - - - Some orator hath lately said, - (And mark the speech each Copperhead,) - “Who martyrs out of rebels make, - Themselves are worthy of the stake, - And they shall have their full deserts, - When Justice all her rights asserts.” - I grant, the government was wrong, - In giving color to a throng - Of traitors so sublimely small,— - (The merest insects after all,) - Of raising martyrs from their ranks; - For this it scarce deserves our thanks, - Whilst bigger flies are left at large; - The only answer to this charge - That I can urge in its excuse, - It turned the barnacles all loose, - That bored the timbers of the ship, - And caused them drop their murderous grip; - And, like Ithuriel’s spear of yore, - It touched the toadies to the core, - And goaded them unmasked to spring, - At once to light and show their sting. - Soon may it send each tory sham - Hence hell-ward with Vallandigham! - All this was well: for now we see - Much that was veiled in mystery: - We now behold the secret springs - That worked the puppets with their strings, - And are prepared to circumscribe - The “Golden Circle’s” venal tribe, - The trappers in their net to mesh, - And try their flavor, fish or flesh; - Or whether they be bird or beast: - No neutral bat adorns our feast. - Come forth from that same magic ring, - And let us view that precious thing - You call a neutral, we, a drone, - Or rebel traitor—both in one. - If any “neuter” should be here, - Now is his time, let him appear. - (A nondescript Copperhead comes - forward, whom Scalpel addresses thus:) - Behold this scalpel and this probe, - To prove your heart beneath that robe; - And lo! this stethoscope to test - The inmost secrets of your breast, - Shrink not! for if your heart be sound, - Nor rottenness therein be found, - And you be loyal, as you say, - No cause have you for such dismay: - If conscience tells you, you are right, - Why shun the test of truth and light? - - SIR COPP— - - I dread the dungeon! - - SCALPEL— - - Be you true, - The dungeon was not made for you. - - SIR COPP— - - The “habeas corpus” is suspended, - And with it liberty is ended. - - SCALPEL— - - Suspended! yes, for those alone - Who’ve made the rebel cause their own, - Who ought to be suspended too, - If every dog should get his due. - You shake your head and still demur. - - SIR COPP— - - But, then, “the proclamation,” sir, - Can you excuse or palliate - An act so dreadful, so ingrate; - To rob three hundred thousand braves, - Of their best Samson locks, their slaves? - Oh, Lincoln false! we know thee now, - A perfect Delilah art thou, - To lull thy Samson, till the bands - Of Philistines tie down his hands: - Nor would it strike us with surprise, - If next you robbed him of his eyes; - And then!— - - SCALPEL— - - What then? - - SIR COPP— - - Why, then, look out, - The temple falls your ears about - And sweeps!— - - SCALPEL— - - How frightful, all at once, - Are those disasters you announce! - Like miracles exempt from laws, - They mark effects without a cause. - The “proclamation!” Why, ’twas fun - For you and yours, short time agone; - A mastiff’s bay against the moon, - The dish that scampered with the spoon, - With spoony grandam mounted on it, - Or the Pope’s bull against the comet; - A “brutum fulmen” which, at best, - Was meant to scare, and not divest; - And now, it has become at once - A stumbling block of great offense! - To dwell on this is poor pretext: - What grievance will you lug up next? - What, none! ’Tis well, then, bare your breast, - And yield to this unerring test. - - SIR COPP— - - Nay, stop one moment, let me ask - This question, then perform your task: - What right had Lincoln to suspend - The “habeas corpus,” or to lend - His sanction to the violation - Of that great bulwark of the nation, - The constitution of the land, - Beneath whose aegis all should stand - On equal footing in the sight - Of God and law, their manhood’s right? - - SCALPEL— - - What! Lincoln make a revolution, - And violate the constitution; - The “habeas corpus” set aside, - That he might rule with regal pride! - What monstrous calumnies I hear! - What misconceptions strike mine ear! - How, if in ignorance you stand, - A stranger in this glorious land, - Nor yet have learnt the scope and worth - Of Freedom, hear, I set them forth. - But, if corruption clouds your soul, - Which your own conscience should control, - Of which the truth shall soon appear, - Then tremble for your fate, but hear; - - So firmly have our fathers built - Fair Freedom’s temple, that, save guilt, - No power the fabric can tear down; - And then what falls strikes those alone - Who draw its terrors on their head, - And none need suffer in their stead: - This truth is often dearly bought - By those who set its laws at nought, - And chiefly in the traitor’s case, - For whom the temple keeps no place, - Save that whose dungeon walls secure - The good from him they cannot cure; - Or whence the gallows gives release, - That those behind may dwell in peace. - The “habeas corpus” gives no hope, - The constitution gives a rope, - To these and such as these. Yet, “why” - You ask, “should such in dungeons lie; - Why sink the power of men beneath, - Or suffer ignominious death?” - Because their own deliberate course - Draws on themselves the cross and curse; - Be theirs the blame, and not on those - Who for our safety interpose - Betwixt the murderer and our life, - To save us from the fire or knife. - Then why should parricides go free, - The murderers of Liberty? - Who with felonious hand would burn - The temple, and the sacred urn - Of him who to us did bequeath - The noblest gift the stars beneath? - Who Liberty and Washington - Betray, suspend all acts in one. - Nor needs there that, to suit such case, - A single stone should change its place; - Since self-protection still dictates, - That thieves should be debarred its gates; - And he who watcheth on the tower - Must never sleep in danger’s hour; - He would be recreant to his trust, - Did he admit the brood accurst. - What rights have such within the pale - Where Freedom and her sons prevail? - One only right, and that is flat, - The right to wear a hemp cravat! - Now, are you answered? Don’t you know - We all are masters here below; - And chiefly in this land, to be - Just what we will, or slave or free? - One truth is clear, the path of right - Will lead to joy, to peace, to light; - The wrong as surely lead astray, - As gloomy night succeeds to day. - No Lincoln for a single hour, - To blast our happiness has power, - Had he the will to do us wrong; - The law protects both weak and strong; - (Such is its object and its use, - When freed from partizan abuse;) - But who transgresses law invokes - On his own head its righteous strokes, - And for his suffering, sin and shame, - Has no one but himself to blame. - I laugh at those whose purblind eyes - See all things in a strange disguise; - Who tell us, that the President, - With his due powers not half content, - The constitution must suspend - That constitution to defend; - As if a man who is attacked, - Must first be all to pieces hacked, - And have his breath suspended too, - Before he anything can do, - To strike for life in self-defense; - Or dare to use what common sense - Dictates, and every man concedes, - “Necessity all law exceeds;” - And thus where danger is extreme, - Becomes itself the law supreme. - I ask, what kind of constitution - Were that, which fearing dissolution, - Assumes grotesque, protean shapes; - Or, like a garter-snake, escapes, - By breaking into numerous links, - While each to its own dungeon slinks, - Until, the danger overpast, - Their fragments reunite at last? - Such were a mockery, a sham, - The hope of freeborn souls to damn; - A demon sent from hell’s profound, - To taunt us with fair Freedom’s sound. - Shall we not wield the rightful power - To crush our foe in danger’s hour; - To teach our enemies to feel - The virtue of our polished steel; - Give to the dungeon, ball or knife, - All traitors who assail our life; - While e’en the worm and snail inert - Great nature’s privilege assert? - Lincoln, be steadfast, undismayed; - Make use of cannon, slave or blade, - Nay all the means within your reach, - To man the wall—defend the breach; - And scourge the fierce, rebellious band, - With every weapon at command: - Make no distinction; smite alike - False friends and open foes who strike; - Nor pause amidst the iron shower, - Your right is measured by your power;[a] - But, copperhead, why do you writhe, - And gnaw, in vain, the mower’s scythe? - You hum and haw, at every pause, - And prate of violated laws, - Of broken vows, “emancipation,” - And all the sufferings of the nation; - Thus Satan writhes, while preachers lash him, - And for his doings soundly thrash him; - While he, the injured innocent, - Indignant apes the holy saint! - Enough! my speech has been in vain, - Now bare that breast of yours again; - I will dissect it spite of fate, - Your prayers and groans are all too late; - My friends, take hold: he squirms and twists - And with such energy resists, - That I—’Tis well, you’ve got him fast, - And I have got my way at last! - But, ere I venture to dissect him, - My friends, I ask you to inspect him. - Behold his strange, abnormal shape, - Something between a snake and ape; - And mark his lank, distorted body - Clad in a garb of clouts and shoddy! - How like a legal malefactor, - Or loyal shoddyite contractor! - No difference can you detect, - Unless you narrowly inspect; - And then it is but nominal; - With both self-interest is all. - His phiz, you see, is almost human, - Save that his look is of a demon; - His face is ever earthward bent, - As if on treasures there intent; - His glance thence never turns astray - Towards sunny sky or milky way; - His usual gait is on all fours, - Although his hands will open doors; - You see they’re hooked like vulture’s claws, - To clutch the gold through chinks and flaws; - No lock of treasury can bar - His entrance or his purpose mar; - Whatever meets his greedy eyes, - He seizes as his lawful prize; - Filches the gold from out its bed, - And “greenbacks” shuffles in its stead; - (For he with caution still would steer, - And honest ever would appear;) - And, with the gold thus basely gotten, - Sends arms to rebels for their cotton; - And thus his honors cheaply wins, - His loyal cloak hides all his sins! - - Friends, while small flies still feel our laws, - Shall big ones burst through rents and flaws, - And fall like Jove with golden shower, - To rob the iron-bolted tower; - Shall we from whom the gold was taken, - Remain, like Israel’s sons, unshaken - In our allegiance to the Devil, - Well knowing that his deeds are evil? - Like them, but not so wise by half; - Theirs was a real golden-calf; - Whilst we, oh shame and sad disgrace! - Must of the calf assume the place; - Not to be worshipped and caressed, - (That were too good for such a beast;) - No, but to give our gold away, - And worship calves of brass and clay; - Who still, the more that we adore, - Our gold and worship claim the more; - And look more brazen than before! - - Friends, while poor nameless wretches pine - In dungeon, or in dungeon-mine, - Whom cold and hunger led astray, - To filch a loaf upon their way; - Friends, freemen, tell me, is it right, - That those foul fiends who love the night; - Whose grov’ling souls for mammon made - Incessant ply them thieving trade, - And on a large scale rob the State, - Whose misplaced faith had made them great! - Base hirelings whose ingratitude - Repays with evil every good; - Who, if they had their just deserts, - Would pine at tail of penal carts, - And feel distained with felon’s gore - The lash their sires had borne before; - Say, should such wretches go scot-free, - Enjoy Heaven’s light and liberty; - In mockery of earth and skies, - Blazon their shame before our eyes; - Nay, be caressed as something great, - And models for youth to imitate? - Oh God! if this be liberty, - From such be our loved country free; - And may a race less prone to serve - The demon, Plutus, rise with nerve, - And drive the grov’ling trash to hell, - A place most fit for such to dwell! - Thus only can our land become - Of brave and free the honored home![c] - Our land! oh may its boundless space - Be homes for men of Abraham’s race; - Men who are “Israelites indeed!” - God purge our troubled land with speed; - Strike every grov’ling traitor dead, - And clear it of the copperhead![d] - And you, ye watchdogs of the press, - Ye “friends of virtue in distress” - Who preach a homily each day - To wretches who have missed their way; - And with your saws and cutting jokes - Direct at paupers all your strokes; - Where are your homilies for those - Who every good on earth oppose? - For those big sinners who oppress - The poor and widow in distress! - Who fleece their laborers on Monday, - That they may saints appear next Sunday, - When they are liberal with the gold - For which they have their country sold; - How comes it that you pass these by, - Or squint with retroverted eye - At their misdeeds, while still with hate - The poor and weak you well berate? - How comes it? Answer, potent sirs! - Because you are but venal curs; - The purchased tools that despots use, - To gloze their crimes or them excuse; - The creatures doomed to echo still - The dictates of your master’s will; - Prompt to obey the prompter’s nod, - And worship Mammon as your god. - Oh Press, great pillar of the State, - How deeply art thou fallen of late! - To what a gulf of degradation, - From such a height of power and station! - Your friends scarce recognize your face, - Whose traits betray your foul disgrace: - Should Franklin rise from out his grave, - He’d grieve to see thee such a slave; - Should Faust or Gutenberg arise, - How painful were their deep surprise, - To find their giant hopes decline - To pigmy bantlings such as thine! - How grieved the Areopagite,[e] - Could he behold the sickening sight! - But why pursue this mournful tale? - Repinings now of what avail! - Halt, muse! If thus we rattle on, - When will our serious work be done? - We’ve thrown away much indignation; - Return we to our “demonstration.” - His hinder parts from hot affray - Are made to bear him swift away; - Or, if the hounds of law pursue, - He bounds like buck or kangaroo; - Till, safe beyond the Atlantic wave - His carcass and his dross he save; - He revels there like millionaire - Or nabob, for the vulgar stare, - Till, spurned by all good men with scorn, - He wishes he had ne’er been born, - And homeward turns in his vexation, - To find midst Copps some toleration. - A loyal tongue he sometimes wags, - But see those fangs and poison bags - That he concealed beneath its root; - Touch not or death will be the fruit. - But he our words will laugh to scorn, - Till from his face the mask is torn. - (Dissecting him,) - I rip him open! lo, his heart - Is foul and black in every part! - A cancerous ulcer gnaweth there, - Defying the healer’s skill and care; - Now with this probe its depths I sound; - Ha! what is this that I have found? - A yielding something not quite rotten; - What can it be? (Drawing it out on the point of his probe,) - A ball of cotton! - “Zounds!” you exclaim’ “’Tis very odd!” - Not so, for cotton was his god; - His heart was in it. Do you start? - It formed the nucleus of his heart; - And from the fire if he could save it, - Fame, party, Heaven itself, he’d brave it! - His scull is soft—his head is sore;— - His brain is tainted to the core; - And on his brain-case you may trace - A bump—the monarch of its race,— - Cobb-ativeness, so named from Cobb, - A bump that prompts to steal and rob; - Another near to it allied - Takes name and function both from Floyd; - Two more hardby may strike your fancy, - One named from Slidell, one from Yancey; - And one there is—the Davis bump, - In function strange as huge in lump; - It fills its owner’s heart with fright, - And stamps him an Hermaphrodite! - And there are others quite congenial - Which serve to mark the serf and menial. - But, Fowler, I owe you an apology, - I tramp on your coat tail, Phrenology. - His nerves are dead in every sense, - His breath is rank and gives offense, - His flesh—I touch it with my blade; - Of such the flunkey tribe is made, - The patient tribe who ready stand - To execute their lord’s command, - Instant, or in or out of season, - Nor e’en presume to ask a reason; - But do whate’er their masters say, - As Pitt was served by Castlereagh; - Or as that king, named George the Third, - Was flunkeyed by his Tory herd, - Who Washington and Freedom spurned, - And well the name of Tory earned, - Which to them and their race shall cling, - While streams shall flow or grass shall spring. - Now, Copperheads, in you I trace - These marks of that accursed race; - The name of liberty you scorn, - Because you natural slaves are born: - Your love for despots you preserve, - Because you’re made express to serve: - You worship pomp, and glare, and kings, - Because you are not men—but things; - And wish for things in turn to do - The like, and eat the dirt for you! - Not merely on your brain and heart - Is branded slave; on every part, - On every muscle, joint and bone, - In every gesture, look and tone, - The flunkey we can hear and see, - Prepared to crook the supple knee - To Jeff, for whom it is your pride - To turn a traitor, parricide; - Your country, duty, all forgot; - And pray for this what have you got? - That just reward which you deserve, - As do all those that willing serve, - Who might command, the despot’s scorn, - Who loathes you as base flunkeys born, - Whom having served his turn and pride, - With tools as base he flings aside! - Degenerate wretches! by what claim - Dare you assert the freeman’s name? - You are no freemen! no, not you; - But bantlings of that motley crew, - The blight of Europe and its dross, - Once borne the Atlantic tide across, - By hostile winds and angry waves, - Vile scum, to shame true freemen’s graves. - Whate’er the scourge or rope had spared, - What vice engendered, folly reared; - Whatever monsters spring to life, - Where foul disease and filth are rife; - Where men of wild, disordered brain - Beget such nondescripts as Train; - Or where some patriarch, dotard grown, - Gives name to children not his own, - As Cobb, Floyd, Yancey or Wigfall, - Or Hammond, biggest snob of all; - (Who ever knew such names to grace - The chivalry of any race?) - All such, by terror long repressed, - How raise aloft their murderous crest, - Their venom concentrate in you, - To blight and scourge the world anew. - When o’er the land such seed is spread, - To plague the living—shame the dead, - What wonder miseries should prevail, - And every evil life assail? - While hell’s black jaws yawn wide beneath, - And belch on high its sulphurous breath, - What wonder Freedom’s glorious dawn - Is clouded by the infernal spawn? - The taint of crime will long remain - Deep in the blood, though outward stain - Be lost to view or whitewashed o’er, - Each generation more and more; - Till some occasion shall arise - For throwing off the slim disguise; - Then instinct will assert its right, - As sure as evil loves the night! - Search through the records of all time, - This is the history of crime; - Trace back the Slidells, Floyds and Cobbs, - And every wretch who steals or robs, - And all who kiss you to betray, - From Judas to the present day; - You’ll find them very much the same, - The taint’s transmitted with the name: - Else, while the eagle bares his breast, - Some thieving daw pollutes his nest! - For this let traitors bear the shame, - But Liberty is not to blame, - Nor those who, in her happier day, - Were kindled by her orient ray; - These did their duty, be it ours, - To strew their graves with living flowers, - And consecrate their deeds, while we - Maintain this bulwark of the free, - The legacy they handed down; - So we shall win a glorious crown, - Like theirs, and through each coming age, - Our names shall glow on Freedom’s page. - - - - -CANTO II. - - “Hail, holy light!”—MILTON. - - “Paulo majora canamus.”—VIRGIL. - - - As, when some lone, half-foundered bark, - Pent up in Northern regions dark - ’Twixt icebergs and the rocky shore, - Where wintry billows wildly roar; - Where howling winds around her rave - And ocean yawns with many a grave; - The awe-struck crew are dumb with fear, - And shudder at the danger near; - But when, their toils and dangers past, - They reach their long lost homes at last, - Their hearts rejoice in every breast, - And all enjoy the unwonted rest:— - As when some antiquarian sage, - Intent to read dame Nature’s page, - Through gloomy caverns threads his way, - Unmindful of the light of day, - And, only midst vile toads and snakes, - At length to sense of danger wakes; - Then hastens forth to cheer his sight - Once more, with God’s all-beauteous light; - So I, till lately doomed to mourn - Midst scenes of horror, joyful turn - To others of more pleasing hue, - Where worth and valor meet the view, - And in the patriot’s soul combine - To light it with a ray divine. - I bless the man whose soul disdains - To live by others’ toils and pains; - The bread procured by slavery’s groans - From tortured flesh and aching bones, - To him were bitter as the fruit - Whose tree in hell sends deep its root; - The usurer’s ill-got gains he spurns; - No widow through his grasping mourns; - For him no serfs turn up the soil, - No minions delve, no drudges toil; - But his own hands his wants supply, - God’s fount allays his thirst when dry; - His wife and children are arrayed - In garments their own hands have made; - No guilty jewels deck their brow, - Procured by means—no matter how. - His loyalty is pure and strong, - He loves his country, “right or wrong;”[g] - If foes assail, he will not pause - To cavil or discuss the cause; - Or load the noble with abuse, - And skulk with this or that excuse. - No, no, he scorns ignoble rest, - And as a patriot bares his breast, - The first in council, first in fight, - For God, his country, and the right. - For freedom he desires to live, - Which he to all would freely give; - And when at length he comes to die, - No frightful phantoms meet his eye; - Resigned to Heaven he yields his breath, - His kindred dust to dust beneath. - In such, through God’s most gracious plan, - Behold the Christian gentleman; - The true republican behold. - As in our Washington of old. - Yes, yes, in him we recognise - An “Israelite without disguise:” - And, Lincoln, thanks to heaven, we see - A second Washington in thee; - Raised up to save the ship of State, - And pilot it through danger’s gate; - And many a noble spirit born - To usher in a happier morn, - To light and cheer us on our way, - Through this dark night of wild dismay, - Roused by thy patriotic voice, - To serve their country, now rejoice. - A cloud was gathering o’er the sky, - And some perceived the danger nigh; - While others thought ’twould pass away, - Like mists before the approaching day. - But when the mighty storm, at length, - Burst forth in all its fearful strength; - Few were prepared to realize - The truth that seemed to paralyze - All hearts, and fill them with dismay, - At foul rebellion’s dread array, - In this our day, in this our land; - And scarcely could men understand, - That Freedom’s children could combine - Her sacred fane to undermine; - To stigmatize her name and birth, - And blot her record from the earth. - ’Twas, as they thought, some frightful dream - Which dawn would scatter with its beam: - But when that wished-for dawn arose, - And shook them from disturbed repose; - When Sumter’s guns boomed on the ear, - Reality took place of fear: - And then a storm of grief and rage - Swept o’er the land, swept o’er the age: - The Nation shuddered to its core, - The shock was felt the wide world o’er; - Men roused themselves throughout the land, - To catch the word—the stern command. - - And soon it flashed the wires along, - (Thy voice, Abe Lincoln, clear and strong;) - Which, quick as lightning’s rapid wing, - Was heard throughout the land to ring: - - “Rise, children, rise, your country calls - To arms! or Freedom helpless falls; - Your Mother is assailed by foes, - Haste, haste, and ward from her the blows: - The assassin’s hand is on the knife, - And parricides assail her life!” - - Thus called the watchman from the tower, - And millions answered in that hour; - - “Lo! Father Abraham, we come, - Leave wife and children, house and home, - Leave social joys and friends refined, - Rend all the ties the soul can bind; - Our workshops and our farms we yield, - Our plowshares in the half-plowed field; - Our horses at the fence we tie, - And gird the sword upon the thigh, - And haste to meet the foe in strife, - And battle for the Nation’s life.” - - Thus loyal men, on every side, - Sprang forth all o’er our nation wide, - And offered up their lives, their all, - As incense at their country’s call. - The fair sex felt the patriot flame - And to their country’s succor came; - And, careless of their own repose, - The part of the wise virgins chose. - The maiden bids her love, “good by,” - While the big tear drop dims her eye, - Which, yet, with haste she chides away, - Lest she some weakness might betray: - And, like the Spartan dame of yore, - When to her son the shield she bore, - Bade him return upon the same - A corpse, or else come back with fame, - The tender mother bids farewell, - To that sweet boy she loves so well; - And binding round his waist the sword, - Thus cheers his heart by deed and word: - - “My only son, my darling boy, - ’Twill fill your mother’s heart with joy, - To know this blade you nobly wield - For freedom, in the tented field; - Let honor guide you in the strife, - And yield it only with your life.” - And, as the fearful conflict neared, - Such scenes as follow oft appeared: - - -THE EVE BEFORE THE BATTLE. - - ’Twas the eve before the battle, - And the men had taken leave - Of their lovely wives and sweethearts - Who were left behind to grieve - And think upon the morrow, - What disasters might befall; - Hope flickered in each loving heart, - But fear prevailed with all, - Save one, a noble matron, who - The mournful silence broke, - And rising with heroic mien, - Thus to her sisters spoke: - “Seven brave sons I’ve borne with pain, - And nurtured at my breast; - I’ve loved them well—but better still - My country sore oppressed; - And when the sound of strife was heard - Preparing through the land, - To each of my brave boys I gave - A gun with mine own hand. - Oh joyful mother that I am, - They will not brook a slave! - For happy homes and altars free - They’re fighting with the brave; - They’re gone to join the patriot host - Encamped on yonder hill; - How proud I feel—the Pilgrims’ blood - Flows through my heroes still! - And, as we parted then as now, - My heart was free from pain; - “Come back free men to me,” I cried; - “Or never come again!” - Ye Mothers of America, - Come now, with me unite; - And should we find a recreant son - Returning from the fight, - Unbidden, without wound or scar, - Or wanting glory’s crown, - Let’s stone the craven wretch to death, - Or piecemeal hew him down.” - - And, how the sires have stemmed the flood - That fills our land with grief and blood; - How well they bear the brunt of woe, - We learn from scenes like this below: - Not tales of fiction to appal, - But truths. Let one suffice for all! - - There lives near Elgin, Illinois, - A man whose wealth, five noble boys, - Was all he had to cheer his age, - And soothe life’s closing pilgrimage; - The call was heard; and, one by one, - He sent them forth with sword and gun; - At Lexington his youngest fell, - And one at Shiloh by a shell: - A third at Pea Ridge lost his life, - With honor in that fearful strife; - At Fredericksburgh’s terrific fray, - A fourth was swept from light of day; - His wife, borne down by sorrow’s wave, - Found consolation—in the grave. - Of all his treasures one remained, - Which still the father’s hopes sustained: - Would Heaven this loved one soon restore, - To bless his aged eyes once more? - Alas! he too was doomed to sleep - In death, and leave his sire to weep. - At Murfreesboro he was shot; - His father mourned, for he was not! - But when the first rude pangs had passed, - And the cold grave received his last, - He thanked his Father in Heaven that he - Had thus been privileged to be - The sire of Martyrs for the Right, - Who fell in Freedom’s sacred fight. - His heavy loss he nobly bore, - And wished that God had given him more, - To offer at his country’s feet, - To make the sacrifice complete! - And hark that wild, yet glorious strain! - ’Tis from the spirits of the slain; - Whose privilege it was to fall, - First victims, at their country’s call: - - -SONG OF THE SPIRITS. - - Our Mother, oh, our Country dear! - We heard thy cry for aid, - And, rending every other tie, - Thy voice we have obeyed! - - We left our plowshares in the field, - Our horses at the fence; - And, seizing weapons as we could, - We rushed to thy defense; - - Unflinching or in limb or rank, - And fighting hand to hand, - We’ve found our death-blow on the spot - On which we took our stand. - - Here gently rest we on the sod, - Fixed on high Heaven our glance; - Pierced, each, with honorable wounds, - And grasping gun or lance. - - Our Mother, oh our country dear! - Our spirits now rejoice, - That we have found this gory bed, - Obedient to thy voice. - - Oh, ’tis a glorious privilege - Thy chosen sons to be, - To pour our life-blood in the cause - Of Freedom and of thee! - - That blood shall be the fruitful seed, - In fertile furrows cast, - Of deeds heroic to thy sons, - While Heaven and earth shall last; - - And, like the seed by Cadmus sown, - In ages long gone by, - ’Twill raise a host of armed men, - Whose glory will not die! - - Oh, Brothers! would you honor us, - As to us seemeth right; - To us erect no monument, - No fulsome praise indite; - - But, fight like men, as we have fought; - Meet death with fearless eye; - And thus our blood shall serve to tinge - The dawn of Liberty! - - But, when the final hour had come, - Our braves should bid adieu to home; - Ah! there were partings which might wake - The soul to woe, and blanch the cheek; - For never more in converse sweet - Might kindred souls and glances meet: - Then, many a tender wife confessed - The anxious feelings of her breast; - And, as the fount of grief she woke, - Thus to her husband, sobbing spoke: - - -PARTING FOR THE BATTLE. - - WIFE. - - My husband, must we part? the battle rages; - With fell intent the rebel host engages, - And thou wilt fall untimely in the strife: - Think, think upon thy orphans wildly weeping - No hand to guard their waking hours or sleeping; - And oh, what pangs await thy widowed wife! - - SOLDIER. - - Dear wife, it grieves my soul to leave thee lonely; - Thee have I loved, Heaven witness, and thee only, - And these sweet treasures which our union bless; - But hark! our country on her brave sons calleth, - And if in her defense thy husband falleth, - Let this great glory soothe thy deep distress. - - For, when once more our glorious flag is flying - O’er all the land, its envious foes defying, - Transcending e’en its ancient splendor’s pride; - Then, as the people cheer the emblem loudly, - Amongst the matrons thou canst stand up proudly - And say, “for this my noble husband died.” - - And when to youth and womanhood upspringing - Our little ones shall hear the echoes ringing - With deeds embalmed in fame’s immortal story; - Then shall their bosoms with proud feelings swelling - Find consolation for their loss by telling; - “Our honored father shares this fame and glory.” - - WIFE. - - But thou, meantime, bereft of sense and feeling, - Shalt sleep, death’s cold embrace thy limbs congealing; - Thy home, thy love, thy country, all forgot; - Unknown to thee the glory of the nation— - Unseen its splendor, its regeneration; - All these will be to thee as they were not! - - SOLDIER. - - ’Tis true death drowns man’s sense in Lethe’s slumber; - And ages pass without or note or number, - Yet love of home and country cannot die; - My spirit from yon beautiful Elysian - Rapt in the glory of ecstatic vision, - The loved of earth shall ever hover nigh. - - The brightest Angels round the throne eternal, - Gaze on no vision purer, more supernal, - Than Liberty by human virtue won: - The highest throne on God’s right hand in Heaven - To him who for his country falls is given; - The Hero’s death is endless life begun! - - But soon the last “adieus” were said, - The kiss exchanged, the tear-drop shed, - And then our heroes, girt for fight, - Marched forth to battle in their might: - Like a broad river on the plain - That sweeps majestic to the main, - Now swelled by many a creek and rill - From mountain side or verdant hill, - To which all barriers in its course, - But add fresh fury to its force; - So, fierce, resistless, sweeps along - Our Army’s torrent vast and strong, - Collecting strength and power each day - By obstacles thrown in its way, - Till all surmounted, land and sea - Shall bail the flag of Liberty. - Of all that patriotic host - Say, which should he extolled the most? - Since all with equal zeal awoke, - To save us from the despot’s yoke. - From Maine to California’s shore, - We hear the wild, tumultuous roar: - From the great river of the North, - To where Ohio sallies forth - To join the Mississippi’s tide, - On which our commerce free must ride; - From Mississippi to the plains, - Where miners delve for golden grains, - All o’er this Northern continent, - So lately smiling in content, - We hear the drums and bugles sound, - The tramp of squadrons o’er the ground, - All ready for the glorious fight, - For God, for Liberty and Right! - And as they swiftly march along, - They wake the echoes with this song; - - -“DELENDA EST CARTHAGO.” - - When Rome’s great rival in the past, - The mighty Carthage, reared her head, - And o’er the earth her poison spread, - Man’s brightest hopes to blast; - The Patriot raised this earnest cry, - Pleading for right and Liberty, - “Delenda est Carthago.” - - When Hannibal the Alpine height - O’erleapt, and swept the Italian plain, - And gained the field of Thrasymene, - And Cannæ’s dreadful fight; - Undaunted midst the wild uproar, - That voice rose louder than before, - “Delenda est Carthago.” - - This was the watchword of our sires, - When Britain, modern Carthage, tried - To drown them in a crimson tide, - Midst tribulation’s fires: - Threats, tortures, blood, were all in vain, - For still they cried unmoved by pain, - “Delenda est Carthago.” - - At Lexington and Bunker Hill, - Quebec, Long Island, Valley Forge, - They bravely bore the brunt and scourge, - Nor shrank beneath the ill; - Firm in the path of right they trod, - Nor vainly vowed to Freedom’s God, - “Delenda est Carthago.” - - For this our chieftains drew the sword, - Our glorious heroes bled and died, - For this men’s souls were sorely tried; - The Nation pledged its word, - That wheresoe’er our flag unfurled - The hope of freedom to the world, - “Delenda est Carthago.” - - What though one foe was prostrate laid, - Another lifts its snaky head - Which slept but was not dead; - Sheer weakness its assault delayed, - Till warmed by the breath of Liberty - It coils to strike—Its sentence be - “Delenda est Carthago.” - - Yes! “Carthage must be swept away,” - That stronghold of the tyrant race, - And Freedom must resume her place - We, modern Romans, say; - Let echo waft this cry afar, - Whate’er the price in peace or war, - “Delenda est Carthago.” - - The fiat has gone forth—the storm - Evokes the millions with its sound, - Who yon dear Union flag surround, - And point to slavery’s form; - Then, drowning the deep thunder’s roar, - They swell the cry from shore to shore, - “Delenda est Carthago.” - - What strongholds ’neath their torrent fell, - Let Donelson and Henry tell; - In Roanoake, Orleans, Newberne, - The rebels may a lesson learn; - Where Butler, Farragut, Burnside, - Cut short Secessia’s regal pride: - And they must gnash their teeth and wail, - When Shiloh, Corinth, tell their tale. - Their hordes to meet our few how weak - At Pea Ridge, and at Wilson’s Creek; - Where Curtis and brave Siegel taught - A lesson with much wisdom fraught. - But Springfield gave us cause to weep; - There Lyon laid him down to sleep. - The rebels how unfit to cope, - At Island Number Ten, with Pope! - Their “chivalry” how much at fault, - When Foote joined in the fierce assault! - Nor can the treachery and shame - Of others tarnish Pope’s fair name; - Since he was left almost alone, - To cope with Lee at famed Bull Run, - Where “Mac” and Porter checked his speed, - Withheld their aid in time of need, - And dashed the victory from his lips, - To save their rushlight from eclipse. - At Champion Hill we thinned their host, - When we had won Arkansas Post; - Where brave McClernand dealt the foe - Their great rebuff—most fatal blow; - To whom the Country should accord - Fair play at least,—a cheap reward,— - Discard ingratitude, mistrust, - Be noble, generous, and just. - At Antietam “brave little Mac” - The rebels swept; but, being slack - To follow up the hot pursuit, - The foe had leisure to recruit. - “Mac” might have cut them off with ease; - But “that was not his game,” quoth Keys.[h] - Let Hudson Port and Vicksburg heights - Be, henceforth, safety’s beacon lights, - To warn the prudent off the rocks, - Where rebel craft have met such shocks: - And, most tremendous of them all, - Let Gettysburg their souls appal; - Where rebel hordes, misled by Lee, - Were forced by Meade to turn and flee; - And where by right their routed mass - Should have received their “coup de grace.” - But this great glory was in store - For those who triumphed oft before. - From Winchester and Fisher’s Hill - Brave Sheridan (our glorious Phil.) - The Shenandoah swept like fate, - Where Early found himself too late; - And whence his successor, Longstreet, - Was forced to beat a long retreat, - Sans guns, sans baggage, and sans breath, - Glad to escape pursuing Death! - Then, at Five Forks, he dealt the blow - That laid the rebel squadrons low; - Bearded the lion in his den, - Defeating Lee and all his men; - Whose skill and courage could not save - His cause from its predestined grave; - Who fought till, overpowered at length, - He yielded to superior strength. - And at Atlanta, Sherman’s steel - The rebels swept and made them reel; - Annihilated boastful Hood, - And drowned his hordes in seas of blood. - He swept Savannah on his way, - Till Charleston became his prey, - (That den of rattlesnakes and Copps,) - Nor even there the torrent stops! - It rolls along the Southern plain, - Till all resistance is in vain; - Holds Johnston’s barbarous hordes at bay, - Till Grant, at Richmond, wins the day; - Which ’neath his strokes is forced to yield, - And Lee and Davis quit the field: - Then Johnston too capitulates, - And bows to justice and the fates; - Rebellion’s suns thus set in night - Extinguish every lesser light! - Grant, Sheridan, and Sherman pause - Then only when the Union cause - Is crowned with victory’s success: - Grant promised and would give no less, - Should he be forced, in reason’s spite, - “All summer on this line to fight.” - All honor to the glorious three - Who conquered Johnston, Hood, and Lee, - And to that brave,—that patriot band, - Which quelled rebellion in our land! - Hail to the chief whose master-mind - The moves strategic so combined - That every check was big with fate, - Foreshadowing the grand checkmate! - And hark! the fearful struggle o’er, - Their praise resounds from shore to shore; - The bells ring out a merry peal, - All hearts the inspiration feel; - The drums and cymbals joyful sound, - Flags wave, and banners stream around; - The fair their pathway strew with flowers, - And bouquets rain in fragrant showers; - Where’er they go the bonfires blaze, - And cannon thunder in their praise: - A grateful people everywhere - Extol their deeds, their worth declare; - And bless them for this sweet release - From war, and for a glimpse of peace. - And chief our noble Illinois - Is frantic with delight and joy; - She hails her son, a welcome guest, - Returning to his own dear West; - And, with his glorious patriot band, - Thus bids him welcome to her strand: - - -ILLINOIS TO GEN. GRANT AND HIS COMRADES. - -(In the Great Hall of the Sanitary Fair, Chicago.) - - Illustrious heroes! welcome all! - Thrice welcome to this princely hall! - With bounding pulse and hearts elate, - We hail your presence in our State,— - The prairie State, whose sons admire - The leader’s worth, the soldiers’ fire; - Whose daughters with unwearied zeal - Our wounded heroes nurse and heal; - Whose gifted bards can celebrate - Those deeds which make her proud and great: - In her behalf, with hearty cheer, - The Garden City greets you here. - And, Grant, fit representative - Of all that Liberty can give; - Her guardian in the tented field, - The people’s strength, the country’s shield, - Thrice welcome to thy Western home! - Our hearts are glad that thou art come. - In thee we take a noble pride; - Fain would we have thee here abide, - Until the people call thee hence, - To be their bulwark and defense - In peaceful cares, as thou hast been - In many a well-fought battle scene. - Thus coupled with thy conquering name - May our great country shine in fame; - May every grov’ling passion fly - With violence and tyranny; - Thus may the glorious reign commence - Of virtue and intelligence; - Thus may our land at length become - Of brave and free the undoubted home: - Then would thy brightness shed a ray - To cheer the wanderer on his way; - Then would thy cheering smile illume - The lettered delver’s deep’ning gloom, - And give to learning, genius, art, - The sunshine of one patriot heart; - The soldier’s generous influence lend, - And be henceforth the poet’s friend! - So may green bays adorn thy brow, - As thy fresh laurels grace thee now; - So may all men, both East and West, - Rise up and hail thee “wisest, best;” - So may the North and South unite, - To crown thee first in peace and right, - As all mankind, both near and far, - E’en now, proclaim thee first in war! - And next, ye generous hearts who shared - Your chieftain’s toils, and nobly dared; - Brave Sherman, Sheridan, and all - Whom we true patriots can call; - All you who volunteered your aid - When danger every heart dismayed; - Who noble deeds have dared to write - In lasting colors, “black and white,” - On march, in battlefield, or camp, - By sea or river-margin damp, - Or where our mailed “web-feet” could wade - To point a gun or wield a blade; - To you, our well-tried Union friends, - Our hospitable State extends - A standing invitation meet, - Such welcome as such men should greet; - To you she shall be doubly bound, - If oft her guests ye shall be found. - - And, when your warlike duties cease, - Resume the nobler arms of peace; - Assist your chief to stem the tide - Of envy, hatred, malice, pride; - And as before with common mind - You all against the foe combined; - So now, against home foes unite, - Nor pause ’till you have won the fight. - The rubbish cleared, the rock made bare, - Build up the enduring temple there; - On which the thunder, hail, and rain, - And wind shall howl and beat in vain; - Then every shock it will withstand, - Because ’twill not be built on sand! - - And now we pray, may Heaven preserve - Your lives, your country long to serve - With patriotic hands and hearts, - In social life and peaceful arts! - So that when death shall come at last, - You each may look upon the past - With satisfaction, and exclaim; - “My country will preserve my fame:” - And men shall say your deeds who scan; - “Each died, as he had lived,—a man.” - - Thus universal joy and light - Pervade our land late sunk in night; - The clouds of grief have passed away; - The dawn gives promise of the day; - And hope, the polar star of life, - Succeeds to discord, gloom and strife. - The people count on happy years, - To compensate for blood and tears. - But ah! how brief is human joy; - What bliss is free from base alloy! - Some note with its discordant jar - The purest harmony will mar. - The “wires” convey a rumor dread, - That Lincoln, our great chief, is dead! - Yes, murdered by the assassin’s hand, - While joy pervaded all the land; - When victory had crowned our arms, - And freed us from war’s dread alarms; - And men would Sumter’s flag restore, - As it had been in days of yore; - And cause its folds once more to wave - Where vile Secession found its grave; - When Lincoln, freed from carking care, - Some leisure hours might hope to share; - To realise fair freedom’s cause, - And taste its fruits—a just applause;— - It cannot be!—’tis but a dream, - To cloud bright hope’s translucent beam! - An effort vain to turn aside - Attention from fair pleasure’s tide!— - Let joy abound! we cannot stay - The car triumphal on its way. - But hark, once more, that dreadful knell - That haunts us like a weird spell! - A dismal sound like stifled sigh, - That rises to a wail or cry! - Dread rumor spreading as she springs, - Sheds poison from her baleful wings, - Infecting mortals as she goes, - And stirring up their fount of woes. - Alas! our Lincoln is no more; - His loss the nation must deplore! - And lo! she robes herself in weeds, - While her great heart within her bleeds; - And hark the people’s doleful strain - For their great Chief untimely slain! - - -ABEL MISRAIM. - - A mighty man is fallen in Israel: - In Israel a mighty Chief is fallen! - Ye daughters of Jerusalem, lament, - Ye sons of Israel, bewail your loss! - He fell, but not like Jacob, ripe in years - And dim of sight, his work accomplished, - Surrounded by his sons and his sons’ sons - To the fifth generation, blessing all - And bidding them farewell; but like to Moses, - Catching a glimpse of the fair promised land - From Pisgah’s top, forbid to enter it, - And there enjoy the fruit of all his toil. - With eye not dimmed, and with his natural force - Still unabated, he has fallen asleep: - Yet not by God’s behest. Like Absalom - He fell by violence: a nation mourns, - And will not be consoled, as David mourned - For Absalom, his son. As Rachel wept - Her children, for they were not, so America - Weeps for thy fate, our father and our friend; - And cries: “My father, Lincoln, would that I - Could die for thee, my father, Abraham! - Abraham, my father, would that I could die - Instead of thee, my father, oh, my father!” - - And she has draped her graceful limbs in weeds, - In drapery of mourning all too weak - To give expression to her speechless woe! - Behold her drooping o’er her honored dead, - Her grief too deep for tears: and there she stands - Gazing intently on his ghastly wounds - Whence blood and brain are oozing, and she cries: - “Behold the work of treason! lo, the deed - Of parricides who lifted up their hands, - Their murderous hands, against their father’s life, - Against their benefactor and their friend! - Whose soul was ever gentleness and love, - Who would have gathered ’neath our glorious flag, - E’en as a hen doth gather her young brood - Beneath her wings, his own rebellious sons, - But they would not! Behold him stark and stiff, - The innocent one, the guileless and the just, - Who for our sins has drunk this bitter cup! - Oh, had it passed away and he been spared! - As Jesus suffered for the human race, - So Lincoln suffered for a nation’s crime, - On that same day on which the Saviour died!” - - Unveil his face, and note that saintly head - Disfigured by those gashes whose red mouths - Cry, not for vengeance, but for mercy still - E’en towards his murderers! Shall Justice sleep, - Because his gentle spirit wills it so? - Shall God’s right hand be stayed from smiting all - Who in this deed of hell have taken part? - Who sanction it by word or act? Not so! - If men keep dumb, then shall the stones speak out, - And raise a loud, a shrill heaven-piercing cry, - And call upon the thunderbolts to strike - The guilty monsters who have done this deed! - Or should these linger, may a blight from God - Fall on their fields, their houses and their flocks! - As outcasts may they wander o’er this earth, - The mark of Cain upon their foreheads set! - May every heart of matron, man and maid - Be steeled against them, and no pity soothe - Their hours of dark despair, until that life - Which cowardice would screen from justice now - Become a burden, and they call on death, - But call in vain, to end their wretchedness! - - They have embalmed our chief, even as of old - The patriarch in Egypt was embalmed; - For whom they mourned full three score days and ten. - But for our patriarch, three score years and ten, - Nay, time itself will scarce suffice to mourn; - And not alone his native land, but all - The lands and races of the earth shall mourn! - Where’er the name of Liberty is known, - Or where the faintest whispers of it reach; - For in his life she too has been assailed. - From Cape de Verde to Guardefui’s rock, - From Table Mountain to Calabria’s shore, - From Calpe to the Ural hills, and thence - To dusky Ind and Siam, and the coasts - Of yellow China and far off Japan; - From the Antarctic to the howling caves, - Where ocean thunders ’neath the Northern Bear; - Through all the Atlantic and Pacific isles, - The mournful echoes, catching up the wail, - Shall swell the diapason of our woe, - And men shall shudder when they hear the strain. - And as the heavens were darkened, and the sun - Was veiled in sorrow, and the earth was rent, - On that sad day when Christ, the Saviour, died, - Even so a gloom and horror shall brood o’er - Men’s moral sense—so shall their hearts be rent - With grief and horror, when they hear this cry, - Until the very tyrants on their thrones - Who gloat o’er this huge crime—whose lavish gold - And words of cheer have served perhaps to nerve - The assassin’s hand to do this frightful deed— - Shall tremble for their work and topple down, - Even as the idols in their temples fell - Before the glory of the Ark of God. - - And as the patriarch, Jacob, was inurned - In Canaan, in the cave of Machpelah, - Which Abraham bought of Ephron, and in which - He and his loved Sarah slept in peace; - Where Isaac and Rebecca took their rest, - And Jacob buried Leah: so our Chief - Will soon be gathered to his kin, and laid - Beneath the turf of his own Illinois, - To whose fair name his own immortal fame - Shall add fresh luster, while this earth endures. - And SPRINGFIELD, proud to guard the patriot’s dust - Shall be henceforth a MECCA to the sons - Of freedom, temperance and Christian love, - To make their pilgrimages to that spot, - And bend in reverence at the good man’s shrine, - The second Washington, as men have bowed, - And ever will do honor, to the first! - - And as the Canaanites, when they observed - The grief of Israel’s children round his grave, - And heard their lamentations loud and long, - Said, “This is a grievous mourning to the Egyptians,” - And Abel Misraim named that sacred place; - So all the nations scattered o’er our globe, - Noting our grief, and listening to the cry - Of our great sorrow, shall exclaim, “Behold! - This is a grievous mourning to the Free! - Their wail of woe goes up from all the land - For Abraham Lincoln, their dear martyred Saint!” - And these will join us in our sorrowing, - And tears shall flow in streams from every eye, - And sobs from every heart, till all mankind - Shall mourn in unison, and the whole earth - One mighty ABEL MISRAIM shall be named! - - - - -CANTO III. - - “Hark! from yon stately ranks what laughter rings, - Mingling wild mirth with war’s stern minstrelsy; - His jest while each blithe comrade ’round him flings, - And moves to death with military glee; - Boast, Erin, boast them, tameless, frank and free, - In kindness warm, and fierce in danger known; - Rough Nature’s children, humorous as she; - And he—yon chieftain—strike the proudest tone - Of thy bold harp, green isle, the hero is thine own.”—SIR WALTER SCOTT. - - “Thy songs were made for the pure and free; - They shall never sound in slavery.”—MOORE. - - “Hereditary bondsmen, know ye not - Who would be free, themselves must strike the blow?”—BYRON. - - - Though slavery in its dying throe - Has done its worst,—has struck the blow - That robbed us of our noblest son, - And deemed a triumph it had won; - Yet all its efforts have been vain; - With Lincoln “Mercy hath been slain!” - - Thus blinded by their foolish rage - A desperate war the despots wage; - One martyred patriot falls, ’tis true; - But millions more spring up to view, - Who maddened by this dastard stroke - The vengeful furies fierce invoke; - Like bloodhounds, with terrific yell - Pursue the demons to their hell; - Till, fastening in their flesh their fangs, - They gloat in their tremendous pangs. - - The place by Lincoln vacant left - Is of his tenderness bereft; - And filled by one of purpose stern - Who can ’twixt right and wrong discern; - Who gives to justice its due course, - And puts his country’s laws in force. - Yes! Johnson bravely steels his heart - Against seduction’s wily art; - Its blandishments and snares ignores, - While high o’er passion’s waves he soars, - Resolved to save the Ship of State, - In spite of rebels, hell and fate. - - Thus retributive justice woke - Swift vengeance with unerring stroke, - On each assassin’s guilty head; - And now behold them stark and dead! - Booth, like a wild beast, by a ball - Which freed him from life’s torturing thrall: - That female fiend, Surratt, strung up - With Payne has drunk death’s bitter cup; - A warning to the desperate band - Of vixens who infest our land. - Harold and Atzeroth must share - The feast of death and “dance on air!” - And Davis trembling for his fate - His turn to swing is forced to wait; - His soul by conscious guilt consumed - Feels all the pangs that gnaw the doomed: - Like Cyclops gloating o’er his feast, - The gallows gapes to gulp him last; - While the vile scum who helped the plot - Are left in dungeons damp to rot; - Like toads, to poison with their breath - Whate’er they touch,—their touch is death. - - What though our arms once met rebuff - At Richmond, Bull Run and Ball’s Bluff; - Where imbeciles or traitors led - Our hosts to murder’s gory bed; - Where thousands perished in the fight, - And thousands more were put to flight; - Where noble Baker fought so well, - And with his comrades fighting fell:— - Such obstacles but swelled the tide - That swept the rebels’ strength and pride; - And merely served to whet the scythe - That lately made their columns writhe; - And but postponed the reck’ning day - When they the bill and costs should pay. - - For all our well-fought fields attest, - That Right alone by Heaven is blessed; - And that the wrong cannot prevail, - Though hell our Union cause assail. - All efforts us to thwart, subdue, - Recoil upon the rebel crew, - To whom of every hope bereft - That last, sad ditch alone is left! - - That last, sad ditch?—think, friends, just think, - The “chivalry” shiver on its brink, - And fear to plunge! And see, oh fie! - Like common hacks, they bolt and shy; - Seek safety—some in swamps and boats, - And some in hoods and petticoats! - But still, ye mudsills ’grimed with dirt, - “Take care, some of you may get hurt!”[i] - - Then let us raise to Heaven our voice - In grateful chorus, and rejoice, - That never, since the world began, - More glorious shone the freeborn man; - And in no nation old or young - Has love of country proved more strong: - Not Greece in her most palmy days - More nobly earned the meed of praise, - When her ten thousand heroes won - Immortal fame at Marathon; - Or when at Salamis she hurled - Those bolts which fired and saved the world; - Or at Platæa swept the plain, - Where Persia’s hordes opposed in vain; - Or, at Thermopylæ’s dread pass, - The band led by Leonidas - Laid down their lives, a holocaust, - To stay the foe’s invading host: - Not Rome when fierce, barbaric bands - O’erran her city, towns and lands; - Or at Cannæ or Thrasymene, - Where thousands of her sons were slain; - Not Winkleried or William Tell - Who fighting for their country fell; - Not Kosciusko ’midst the storm - That prostrate laid his manly form;— - Displayed more dignity of soul, - More sacrificing self-control, - Than in our country’s cause appeared, - When danger for her life was feared: - For still we cried, though suffering sore; - “We come six hundred thousand more; - No shrinking and no compromise - With God’s and nature’s enemies; - And, while a man or dime remains, - We’ll march, fight, rend the tyrants’ chains!” - Then all, save copperheads alone, - Stood for the sacred Union—“one, - Eternal, indivisible, - Where Freedom must and shall prevail!” - Well might the despots of the earth - Who envy us our freemen’s birth, - Well might they pause in their career, - Ere they with us should interfere;— - And shrink in terror from the look - Of men who will no despots brook;— - Who, taught to wield the gun and sword, - Hurl fierce defiance at their horde! - - And let our gratitude extend - To every soul who proved a friend - When danger rendered friendship sweet; - Let generous acclamations greet - Each noble nationality - Which then stood by our Liberty: - Henceforth let one dear common name - Of “brother” share one common fame. - - Conspicuous ’midst that glorious throng - Our Irish heroes march along; - The good, the gallant and the free, - And chant the hymn of Liberty! - Above them Freedom’s banners wave, - Beneath them yawns—the Southern grave! - They march with laughter, song and cheer, - And mock at danger, jest at fear! - Ye wives and sweethearts, weep and mourn, - For few will ever home return![j] - - The Irish heart, impelled by Right, - Is prompt to meet the foe in fight: - Enough! the flag which it adored - Is sullied by the rebel horde; - Enough to rouse its holiest flame, - “Your country is exposed to shame, - Rise, patriots, rise!” They hear the call, - And lo! they stand like solid wall - Of fire, prepared to stem the tide, - And of rebellion check the pride! - Woe to the foe that waits to feel - The desperate onset of their steel! - The wild tornado’s furious force - Were less tremendous in its course. - - Ye heroes famed at Fontenoy, - Look down from Heaven with pride and joy - Upon your sons for freedom made, - Here marshalled in a new “brigade,” - Whose fame on many a well-fought field - To yours in glory shall not yield; - But both shall be transmitted down, - Equal in honor and renown, - Through every age and every clime, - Till angels sound the knell of time. - - In every field for freedom won, - Since Mercer, friend of Washington, - Thy sons, green Erin, foremost stood, - And free as water poured their blood. - Bear witness, ye immortal plains, - Where Jackson fought at New Orleans, - Where Albion’s lion shook his mane, - And furious lashed his sides in vain, - And, with a terror-stricken roar, - Slunk off to reappear no more. - Bear witness too, ye glorious fields - Of Mexico, where, led by Shields - Their valor turned the tide of war, - And victory chained to freedom’s car! - And now with joy we see once more, - That noble spirit proudly soar, - On eagle pinions to sustain - Their country on th’ ensanguined plain. - What host presents a nobler front - To hostile rage, or bears its brunt - With more heroic soul than they; - Or who more dreadful in the fray? - At first Bull Run with Corcoran, - At Lexington with Mulligan, - They bore the storm almost alone, - Nor yielded till all hope was gone; - And had their efforts been sustained - By valor such as they maintained, - Those sad disasters, judges say, - Had surely rolled the other way. - At Winchester with Shields again - Our heroes swept of foes the plain; - Achieved the glory, in that fight, - Of putting “Stonewall’s” hordes to flight! - Throughout those seven disastrous days, - Near Richmond, too, they won fresh bays, - When little Mac “triumphant” made - That “brilliant” movement retrograde. - Wherever danger threatened most, - Wherever pressed the rebel host, - There Meagher and his men were found - To battle for each inch of ground; - Their ready steel the foe beat back, - And glory gained from each attack; - Until, all toil and danger past, - They rested on their arms at last. - - Antietam’s field can also tell, - How well they fought, how nobly fell; - Till Fredericksburgh’s twice fatal fray - Had almost swept their ranks away: - For each true-hearted Irishman - Will glory court in danger’s van, - And, last to quit the blood-stained field, - Will die before he basely yield! - - Heroic sons of injured sires, - Whose bosoms burn with patriot fires; - Whose souls abhor the tyrant lord, - In freedom’s cause still wield the sword, - Nor sheath it while a rebel foe - Assails the land to which you owe - All gratitude for blessings given; - Then “register” a vow in Heaven, - That you shall neither pause nor rest, - Nor pleasure culture in your breast, - Till you’ve expelled the monsters vile - Who trample on your own green Isle; - The traitors who enslave her sons, - Her daughters and their little ones! - The copperheads who wield their power - Her limbs to torture and devour; - Who with base despots here conspire - To light our fratricidal fire, - That freedom in the flame may fall, - And one black ruin sweep us all! - - Rest not, until your Isle become - “Plurium una,”—“of many one!” - Where union sweet and love divine - Two kindred flags in one combine; - The green of earth with heaven’s soft blue, - The stars, stripes, harp and shamrock too; - And, o’er your isle, sublime and free - These emblems float of Liberty! - Then shall Columbia’s children sing - Hosannas to the eternal King, - And join with Erin’s sons to praise - The Lord of nations and of grace, - Their anthem, “Hail, Columbia,” - “Green Erin hail,—slan lat go bragh!” - - It seems invidious to extol - A few on the great muster roll, - Since all who for the right contend, - And all who freedom’s cause befriend, - Are noble, and have justly won - Fame bright and lasting as the sun. - I these record to put to shame - The drabs who claim the Irish name, - But lack that generous Irish heart - Which ever with the free takes part,— - Detests the traitor and the knave, - And loathes and spurns the willing slave: - Nor would I recognise the base - As appertaining to the race, - Did I not know they were abused - By demagogues, and thus misused; - And, therefore, not so much to blame - As those who glory in their shame. - - These once were serfs of Europe’s soil, - For some great lord condemned to toil, - With little else save roots to eat, - At intervals a scrap of meat; - Deprived of intellectual light, - And doomed to endless toil and night; - Hard lot! but hope’s benignant ray - Still pointed to a happier day, - In scenes beyond the Atlantic wave, - That owned no despot, serf nor slave, - But where the humblest son of toil - Was free in freedom’s chosen soil! - - Perhaps some friend had gone before - And paved your way to that fair shore; - Or you had never reached that land, - Whose very streams roll golden sand; - But you arrive and burst your chain, - Free amongst freemen,—so remain, - And hand to generations down - That boon more precious than a crown: - But do not change your freeman’s heart - To that of tyrant! Ha, you start! - Do you forget, in days of yore, - Your sufferings on your native shore, - Which ought, but did not, give a home, - And how you longed for one to come? - Do you remember how your soul - Rebelled against th’ unjust control - Of those who used you worse than brute, - Whose scourge you bore and yet kept mute? - Don’t you your children’s cries recall, - Which might the stoutest heart appall, - Their hunger and their deep distress, - Their shiverings and their nakedness; - And how you taught their infant tongues - To curse the cause of all your wrongs? - And shall you turn a tyrant now, - And wear the despot on your brow? - Shall you whose scanty fare was roots, - But richer now by blacking boots, - Rise like O’Bulger and such hacks, - And fling your brogues at heads of blacks, - And trample the poor wretches down - To gulfs as deep as were your own? - Your country cries; “My sons, for shame, - Shall you too fan the tyrant’s flame?” - ’Tis thus with “Jack” who feels his oats, - Before his eyes a phantom floats; - He makes oblivion serve his need, - When he would act the noble steed; - He kicks, he plunges, and no sneers - Can point him to his monstrous ears; - The swift he banters to the race, - And, for a time, keeps up his pace; - But wind and metal soon give out; - “Why, Jack, what brings this change about?” - Quoth Jack, “My boasted sire, alas, - Was after all an humble ass!” - - O Heavipaugh, why did you dare - Yourself with Nimblefoot compare? - Ambition’s draught why did you quaff, - And thus provoke the wild horse-laugh? - Had you forgot that hunting raid, - When you the lion’s skin displayed, - Until detected by your ears, - Your real character appears? - How will you this new shame abide? - - JACK— - - Shame penetrate a donkey’s hide? - - SCALPEL— - - So far, I grant, you are secure; - ’Tis yours to plod, to serve, endure; - Within the bounds that nature gave, - Rest satisfied, nor wider crave. - - The class of Irish thus misled - Are sound of heart, though weak of head, - Weak,—not from lack of mental force, - Of this they are the fruitful source; - And from that matchless source have sprung - The gifted both in brain and tongue, - The patriot, soldier, statesman, bard;— - Their weakness is the slave’s reward; - Hemmed in with triple walls of brass, - Through which no ray of light could pass, - Cribbed, cabined, hampered and confined, - What were the strongest human mind? - The miracle in this consists, - That any virtue still exists - In souls, from childhood crushed and taught - To curb each rising, freeborn thought - Which might disturb the tranquil flow - Of that mysterious stream, below - Whose placid surface monsters glide, - And despots base defile the tide. - What matter? there “the ignoble mass” - Must let all crimes unchallenged pass, - Nor dare by gesture, look or tone, - Transgress this law, “let us alone!” - Jeff. Davis saw its power for evil, - And cribbed this wrinkle from the Devil, - And hence with wild and frenzied tone, - All Dixie screams; “Let us alone!” - Thus “nigger-whippers” steeped in lust - Cry, “Sirs, in us put all your trust; - Nor question what we do or say, - Pursue whatever course we may: - ’Tis true—we scourge—the niggers groan— - What matter? are they not our own? - We from the husband tear the wife, - Yet don’t we lead a decent life?— - The child snatch from its mother’s breast,— - Our flesh and blood sell with the rest;— - But, sir, are not they too our own? - Take warning, then, let us alone! - Our institution!—’Tis divine, - Its influence is most benign; - Its power for good you must not blast, - The world without it were a waste: - It is our temple’s corner stone, - And every one will doubtless own - ’Tis laid on this undying truth - Which we have first unmasked, in sooth, - And spread before the world at large, - (How can the world this debt discharge?) - That negroes are beneath the whites, - And, therefore, they can have no rights - Which white men need respect; their race - Are doomed as slaves, sans end, sans grace: - Outsiders must not interfere, - We are the only judges here; - Though millions in our chains should groan, - Hands off, let slavery alone!” - As certain teachers tell their dupes, - (The bigot’s zeal nor flags nor droops;) - That no salvation for the soul - Exists, save that which they control; - And all who will not bend the knee - To them must howl in misery, - So Jeff. declares there’s no salvation - For those who love the “proclamation;” - And that a heresy so bold - Must keep its vot’ries in the cold. - Let Massachusetts cry in vain - Upon her own apostle, Train, - To whom the key of Afric’s Heaven - Has been by Jeff. and Stevens given, - No entrance to that paradise - Can ever glad her recreant eyes, - Until repentant and heart-sick, - She cease to be a heretic, - And turn her face to Mecca’s shrine, - And swear, that slavery is divine! - If doctrines such as these impart - Their sting to many an honest heart, - What wonder if the poison spread - Contagion to the weaker head? - What wonder, that of all mankind - The most corrupt in heart and mind, - The refuse of the scourge and rope, - Of whose reform we have no hope; - What wonder, if such men assail - The simple heart, they should prevail? - But can this tyranny endure, - Or can their triumph be secure? - No! for the honest still are strong - To choose the right, eschew the wrong; - Their virtues to themselves they owe, - Their faults from other sources flow; - When led aright they nobly stand, - The bulwarks of fair freedom’s land; - But, if by traitors led astray, - Their wrath may slumber for a day, - Till, roused at length to furious rage, - It sweep the monsters off the stage. - - - - -CANTO IV. - - “Still her old empire to restore she tries, - For born a goddess Dullness never dies.”—POPE. - - - The builder or the architect, - Who would a nobler work erect, - Must needs discard the beam or spar - That would its strength or beauty mar: - So who would build the Commonweal, - Must labor with unwearied zeal, - To cull materials sound and tried, - And useless lumber fling aside; - And guard our franchises with care, - Since their abuse hangs on a hair. - - ’Tis terrible to contemplate, - That all the glory of the State, - Nay, its existence, as doth seem, - Rests on a baseless, airy, dream; - A phantom which we try to clasp, - But which forever mocks our grasp, - The ghost which thousands have pursued, - The whim of the great multitude! - - Experience teaches, through all time, - In every age and every clime, - That virtuous wisdom in each realm - Should man the ship, direct the helm. - What merchant sends his bark afloat, - Manned by a loose, promiscuous vote - Of those who know nor rope nor chart, - Nor Charles’ Wain from farmer’s cart? - And yet, the nobler Ship of State - We leave to more ignoble fate; - The shuttle-cock of partisans, - Whose breath or mans it or unmans; - And, through base demagogues, inflates - Its sails to flout destruction’s gates.[l] - - You say, “the Fathers so ordained, - And their decree must be sustained.” - - Not so! The Fathers, wise and just, - Scorned to betray their country’s trust; - They framed a government the best - That this low world has ever blessed; - Based on this great and noble plan, - Th’ inherent dignity of man, - His virtue, wisdom and his worth; - And these, they hoped, would soon shine forth, - From out the ruin and the waste, - Wherein his soul had been debased. - They hoped, the day star soon would rise, - To purify our moral skies; - That, as the shades were swept away, - Grim night should yield to endless day; - That men, once freed from slavery’s chain, - Would not relapse, but free remain! - That taught by suffering they would prove - For suffering slaves a christian love: - That, as material wealth should flow, - Mind with it should progress below; - As Heaven abundant means should pour, - Schools should increase the land all o’er, - That learning, science, glorious art, - Should be diffused through every part; - That palaces should rise sublime, - Filled with the wealth that mocks at time! - Where invalids should be made whole - By balm that heals the broken soul; - And that the good, the learned and wise, - Should nobly wear the well-earned prize; - And every worker, statesman, bard, - Should there receive his just reward; - And not, as now, degraded stand, - To humbly bow, with hat in hand, - To proud officials raised to power, - By some base impulse of the hour. - Must genius grovel for its pay, - Like useless lumber stowed away, - In some official desk or camp, - To mix and mell with every scamp, - A serf,—a bureaucratic slave, - Court jester, beef-eater or knave; - And not amongst the noblest shine, - In its own right and light divine? - - My soul revolts when it surveys - The injustice of former days! - And grieves to find our own as vile - As those which dimmed the olden style; - The days when Israelites selfwilled - The prophets stoned, the poets killed, - The days when slavish English churls - Their rhymers starved and worshiped earls; - Who Shakspeare’s record left to fade, - Because he had not begged their aid; - Who suffered Milton, blind and poor, - To starve, or beg from door to door, - As old, blind Homer did before. - Who scoffed at Dryden ’reft of hope - And for his wealth who envied Pope; - Who gorged their sybarites with sweets, - And doled the poorest skink to Keats; - Who Savage left, oh, how unwilling, - To praise his last,—his “Splendid Shilling;” - Who mocked at Johnson’s feet unshod, - While Chesterfield they deemed a god; - Who drove poor Burns to blank despair, - O’erwhelmed with toil, with debt and care; - They wronged him, as themselves allow, - And thus they wrong poor Wingate now. - Yes! Wingate sweetest strains has sung, - His nerves to tenderest feeling strung - Still vibrate to the slightest touch - Of love or pain, alas, too much! - Yet he is left to strive or pine - For bread, deep in the dark, damp mine; - There doomed to crawl on hands and knees; - Or if he seek a moment’s ease, - He twists for rest upon his back, - His upturned face with coal dust black, - And forces from th’ unwilling earth - Those diamonds which make bright their hearth. - Though known to all is his appeal, - ’Tis met by all with hearts of steel; - Although a trifling aid would raise - The bard to his appropriate place. - Men read his works and shake their head, - Because he is a collier bred; - They meet the man and pass him by, - While Tennyson they deify! - Because, true flunkeys as they are, - They prize not worth but tinsel glare, - And spurn the diamond, rough, unhewn, - For one that glitters near a throne. - But let stern justice hold the scales, - And see with which true worth prevails; - The collier, not the Laureate, bard - Will claim the palm by her award.[m] - The Laureate bard! again my soul - Can scarce maintain its self-control! - Oh Tennyson! how can you bend - Your bardic spirit to such end? - Your wages twenty pounds a year, - With butt of wine and keg of beer! - Your credit on the royal books - Is scarce one third a third rate cook’s; - Yet you must sing and daub with praise - All those who bask in fortune’s rays; - You must uphold the Church and State, - Those pillars that make Britain “Great,” - Which proudly claims “to rule the waves,” - For “Britons never can be slaves!” - You gild this cunning, artful, lie - With tinsel and with sophistry! - This is your business, this your trade; - For this your office has been made! - Nor dare you hint, that men have rights - As well as duties; that the lights - Of knowledge which your masters hoard - Should free as sunlight shine abroad! - And that the people’s wealth enjoyed - By drones might better be employed, - In raising up from moral graves, - Your worse than dead, your worse than slaves! - That public schools should be maintained, - In which the masses might be trained - To rise to self-respect and power, - Nor slumber out life’s listless hour, - In apathy, bereft of hope, - Still doomed with poverty to cope; - To stagnate in its festering pool, - The scorn and butt of every fool; - Till every trace of manhood fade, - And rust the heart and soul invade; - Through which disease and swift decay, - Like vultures, on their vitals prey! - - Nor dare you hint, that as I write, - While some three hundred wield the might, - The millions of the British race - Still bear the slave-mark on their face! - That, save a few of Norman blood, - The mass are swallowed by a flood - Of tyranny and priestcraft still, - As gross as in the days of “Will,” - The first of Normans, now so famed, - Who well the conqueror has been named. - - Of thirty millions whom I quote, - Scarce half a million have a vote; - And, worst of mockeries, and shame! - Nine tenths of these have but the name, - These are the serfs, by force or law, - Of those who bribe or overawe; - So that of all Britannia’s crew, - How many truly free, say you? - - You “dare not reckon!” - Dare you guess? - About three hundred, more or less; - Yet still “Britannia rules the waves,” - And “Britons never shall be slaves!” - - Such freedom is an iron chain - Which binds the people to the plain; - Lest they, like earth-born giants, rise - And pile up mountains to the skies, - Whence kings and their proud hosts be hurled - Down headlong to this nether world; - Their kingcraft and their tinsel-glare - Exposed to the rude vulgar stare; - And all their strength long based on fear - Should, in a twinkling, disappear! - - Such freedom is a monstrous cheat, - A whited sepulchre complete! - An empty phantom robed in pride, - All beautiful to those outside; - A baseless fabric built on air, - At distance seeming bright and fair;— - But touch it, and it crumbles down, - A heap of rubbish with a crown! - A den of crime, of vice and sin, - All worms and rottenness within! - A flickering, phosphorescent, ray, - That springs from bodies in decay,[n] - To warn the Nations to keep clear, - And straight through right to Freedom steer! - - Good Heavens! it almost drives me mad, - To hear each simpering, yard-stick lad, - And every pettifogging ass, - With brain of lead and brow of brass, - Hiss thus; “We want a one-man rule, - Self-government’s an arrant fool! - Look to Great Britain, how she shines, - While every blessing she combines! - An aristocracy and king - For us were good, were just the thing!” - - In such event, apes, where were you? - Too mean to black the servant’s shoe, - Or sweep the mud from off his track, - Too mean the “nigger’s” boots to black; - What place to suit you could be found, - Save yon foul nightman’s stifling round? - - But, Tennyson, what chain should bind - The bard, the eagle of the mind, - And hold him down from mounting high, - And soaring through his native sky; - Whence he could see and point to men - The truth and clear it to their ken? - You think your golden chain too light - To quench your flame, impede your flight! - Alas! you feel, it holds you down; - And can you barter fair renown - For such vile dross? and can you sell - Your soul for this sporad of hell? - Renounce your birthright for a mess - Of pottage which no tongue can bless? - Take warning from those gone before! - Remember Southey, Wordsworth, Moore,[o] - And others warped by gold accurst, - But none so basely as the first: - For Southey, in young manhood’s glee, - Sang of Watt Tyler, bold and free; - Until the owls who love the night, - Beheld and curbed his upward flight. - Unfriended, poor, unsteady, young, - He yielded to temptation strong; - Like you, he snatched the golden bait, - And lost all view of Heaven’s gate; - Blew every spring a clarion note - By which he seemed to clear his throat, - Which dwindled down to bathos weak, - Nor brought a blush upon his cheek: - Thus all his talents ran to waste, - “Watt Tyler” was his first and last![p] - - So, Tennyson, ’twill be with you, - Should you the beaten track pursue: - Your “gen’rous” patrons leave you free - To chant all themes, save Liberty, - To waste your time, from year to year, - On royal “Idylls,” wine and beer; - Or catch from Burns the brooklet’s play, - Or sing a baby’s lullaby. - - But hark! he coos like cushat dove, - Of “Enoch Arden’s” puling love. - This ‘masterpiece’ becomes the rage - Of idlers in an earnest age; - Is puffed and lauded to the skies, - (How true, that “dullness never dies!”) - As if its author’s powers might cope - With those of Milton, Dryden, Pope; - And e’en the great Republic chimes - With this opprobrium of the times! - - Oh praise absurd! since not one ray - Of genius sparkles in that ‘lay’ - No sympathy for human woe, - No noble purpose,—patriot glow;— - No moral lesson to impart - Its solace to the suffering heart; - Not e’en the landscape’s vivid scene, - Or pointed barb of satire keen! - Where find in it one flash of wit, - One well aimed jest, one happy hit? - One master stroke on which to dwell, - One salient point its tale to tell? - Our critics stammer, as they stare; - “Wher—where?”—and Echo sobs, “wher—where?” - - Now this reminds me of a story, - Which I will try to lay before you: - ’Tis of a painting lately made - By Brown, who plies the artist’s trade. - - Brown got an order to prepare - His canvass for a picture rare. - What might the weighty subject be? - ’Twas “Israel crossing the Red Sea, - With Pharaoh’s host in hot pursuit;” - The artist boldly cried; “I’ll do it!” - - And soon the work before him grew, - Like thought his pencil o’er it flew; - The landscape ’neath that pencil glowed, - Dark mountains frowned and waters flowed: - Already trumpet tongues proclaim - The prelude of Brown’s coming fame. - - At last the work is done—brought home; - The patron, with amazement dumb, - Finds words at length, and thus exclaims; - “I see still water, rocks and streams; - But where is Pharaoh and his host?” - - BROWN— - - “Oh! they in ocean’s depths are lost.” - - PATRON— - - “But where is Moses and his train? - I search and search for them in vain.” - - BROWN— - - “What! reproduce a scene so gross? - Why they, of course, are safe across!” - - “Zounds!” cries his patron, with a frown, - “You’ve ‘done’ the job, and ‘done’ me,—Brown!” - - This praise to Tennyson we give; - His ‘poem’s’ a splendid—negative. - No doubt it has much latent worth, - Else he would not have put it forth; - But this fine vein cannot be seen, - Except by eyes surpassing keen. - Some things are better understood - As seen by the great multitude. - The ken of Argus, (who denies?) - Was sharper for his hundred eyes. - Some for their whistle pay too dear, - If purchased where a throne is near; - Whilst Wingate, like the nightingale, - To darkness pours his mournful tale! - America, fair freedom’s home, - Shall you the despot’s foil become, - And holding Albion’s apron strings, - The bard chain down or clip his wings? - Shall you, while waxing fat and strong, - Become conservative of wrong, - Forgetful of the bygone time - When slavery you deemed a crime? - To Egypt’s fleshpots now look back, - Regardless of fair freedom’s track; - And turning from her glorious light - In vain seek comfort in dark night? - Shall you God’s chosen persecute, - Or bid his messengers be mute; - Because they point with sorrow keen - To that which never should have been; - And pray you blot from freedom’s page - The blackest record of the age? - - And why so sensitive of pain, - Concerning what should make you vain; - Should be your glory and your pride, - Throughout the whole creation wide? - To hint the name of “radical” - Appears your feelings to appall; - And why? since he would sweep away - The roots of all that brings decay, - And drive from earth the baleful dross - Of which you seem to mourn the loss? - And since your temple’s corner stone - Rests on the radical alone! - - You hate the name of abolition - Almost as much as of perdition, - Though abolition must precede, - If vice must fall and hope succeed; - The ground of weeds must be well cleared, - Ere healthy plants be set and reared; - Corruption and its horde must yield, - If Freedom is to keep the field. - You know that this is strictly true, - Yet hesitate what you should do! - - Your innate worth and noble pride - Can scarce your trepidation hide, - And dread of censors placed to watch - Your every motion, and to catch - Your slightest tripping in that pet - Of fools and knaves called etiquette! - - The wretched tricks, the feigned distress - Of those who live on State finesse, - Of scramblers in the sordid race - That leads to station, power and place; - Of pettifoggers who pollute - The tree of justice at its root; - These all by you should be ignored, - As relics of a barbarous horde! - Perhaps, e’en now, (ah! can it be?) - You feel the influence of the tree - Of royalty, whose upas-breath - Is foe to life and friend of death! - Some chain invisible still binds - Your leading, not your noblest, minds, - Who seem to take the timid ground, - That simple truth must be unsound, - And will not bear the deadly weight - Themselves inflict upon the State: - Who deem that sophistry and lies - Are for the people good supplies,— - By which the people must be fed, - That by the nose they may be led. - These worthies beat about the bush, - In search of moonshine, crying; “Hush! - Our babes, the people, might awake - And catch us in some grand mistake! - Or they might haply catch a gleam - Of light from our refulgent beam; - Like us become too ‘smart’ and wise, - And drive us from our paradise, - The chance of each log-rolling brother - For office, chosen by each other!”[q] - They call all men out-spoken, rash, - Who think pure truth the best of cash, - And that its gold should current pass, - In place of counterfeits of brass! - - These seem disheartened and afraid - To call the honest to your aid; - Perhaps, because that name, of late, - Is out of fashion, out of date; - Perhaps, because each British scribe - With slender wit, but ready jibe,[r] - Scoffs at all honest worth as low, - If not decked out for royal show; - Or tricked in livery’s golden sheen, - Through which its face may not be seen; - And you too much inclined to yield - Your better judgment in this field, - Are, quite unconsciously, perhaps, - Entangled in these gilded traps, - And your true dignity disguise - In this unworthy compromise! - - For shame, America, for shame! - Why not your mission grand proclaim, - And spread abroad God’s favorite plan, - To elevate his creature, man! - To you He grants the noblest place, - The hegemony of the race! - Without a blush accept your role, - And act your part with all your soul, - Nor through base fear of flunkey scorn, - Veil your fair face that rivals morn; - Its beauty let the world behold; - Sublimely grand, serenely bold; - Thus shall you still immortal shine, - In justice, truth, and love divine; - - Though Britain tortuous paths pursue, - That can be no excuse for you; - She left her Chatterton to woe; - What have you done with Edgar Poe? - O pause, reflect, be wise in time; - Neglect of genius is a crime! - ’Tis Heaven’s best gift, exceeding rare, - Then guard the plant with tenderest care; - Encourage it to spread abroad, - Its fruit is health and flows from God. - - And still ’midst danger’s gloom you’ll find - Your greatest strength in men of mind, - Where genius, culture, worth, combine - To flood the soul with light divine. - - Whilst monsters dull, depraved, ingrate, - Disgrace the land, distract the State; - Base slaves of Mammon’s sordid pelf, - Strive, each, to aggrandize himself; - Whilst vile contractors, like the leech, - Suck all the blood within their reach, - Their country drain at every pore - And fatten on her heroes’ gore; - Whilst every quack propounds his plan, - And no place has its proper man; - Where are the men whose mental gaze - Can penetrate the thickest haze, - And see, through instinct, dawning bright - The sun that scatters gloom and night; - Who, through rebellion’s stormy sea, - Can steer our bark to Liberty, - And, like the good and great of old, - Prize worth and virtue more than gold? - Are Whittier, Saxe, Bryant, unfit - For counsel, for that they have wit? - And Longfellow, the prince of all, - Why leave in Hiawatha’s hall, - Nor call him to the council board, - And profit by his precious hoard? - You “find no precedent,” you say; - Ha! then “red tape” is in the way! - No precedent! dear, honored, dame, - Your memory is here to blame; - For surely you have read the past, - When Pericles led ton and taste; - When Liberty prevailed in Greece, - And bore the palm in war and peace: - Then men of genius, honored, prized, - The noblest functions exercised; - And afterwards, in ancient Rome, - True genius found a welcome home, - When Virgil was Mæcenas’ friend, - And proud Augustus deigned to lend - His ear to Horace, and to drain - The noblest lessons from his brain. - - The bard, in every clime and age, - Has figured on the world’s great stage: - Commissioned by the King of kings, - He soars on bright celestial wings; - Through mighty realms he speeds his way, - Like God’s own messenger of day, - Diffusing light and hope abroad, - And pointing out the ways of God - To presidents and kings and men, - With hallowed lips or burning pen; - So that no people can afford - To disregard his sacred word. - And whether at Paris or Weimar, - With Charles Augustus or the Czar, - With Lincoln or the British Queen, - There shines a Goethe or Martine; - Or there his influence prevails, - Or else the worldly project fails. - Then let your heart this truth record, - “The pen is mightier than the sword;” - With this to boot; of sword and pen - The bard is lord,—is king of men![t] - - - - -CANTO V. - - “What constitutes a State? - Men, high-minded men.”—JONES. - - Ehret die Frauen! sie flechten und weben - Himmlische Rosen in’s irdische Leben.—Schiller. - - - Dame Nature has to all mankind - Been purely just and wisely kind; - For labor all her children made, - Each in his calling, art, or trade; - And each is blest as he pursues - The course which for him she doth choose. - Who would be useful and alone - In this, in that is but a drone; - And none in any can succeed, - To which not nature points, but need; - And every honest work well done, - Where mind and muscle join in one, - Will give the worker wealth and fame, - While that neglected leads to shame. - But these by men have been so jumbled, - That few on their own work have stumbled.[u] - - But lo! while wafted off my course, - I’ve lost the thread of my discourse! - It seems to me, I’m off the track, - And wonder how I shall get back; - Where did I stop? what was my theme? - ’Twas haply but an idle dream. - - Just here I, making full confession, - Plead guilty of a long digression; - But claim your pardon, on the plea - Of absolute necessity. - Could I, no prophet, undertake - To tell what course my snake would take? - What tortuous windings he’d pursue, - In trying to elude my view? - But now, unless his tail should writhe, - (The only part still left alive,) - I promise to keep straight along - The theme and burden of my song. - - “The Fathers,” yes! I sang of them, - (And let the copperhead condemn!) - How simply grand, sublimely great, - They labored for the growing State! - The history of the past they read, - And o’er it modern science shed. - The golden age of Greece and Rome - Should be eclipsed by that to come; - When sovereign man should walk abroad, - And own no king but God, the Lord.[v] - - The freeman’s right to vote his choice, - Though vindicated by their voice, - Was yet so guarded by their care, - That no unworthy wretch should dare - To desecrate that gift of Heaven, - If he had hopes to be forgiven; - And wisely, therefore, they ordained - That youth should be severely trained - In principles of right and truth, - And every art that graces youth, - And patiently await the hour - When they could wisely wield that power. - - They deemed that one and twenty years, - With careful study, prayers and tears, - Might with our virtuous youth suffice, - To make them worthy that great prize. - And that these ends might be attained, - Free schools were founded and maintained; - And no one’s child, or rich or poor, - Was spurned ignobly from the door; - And colleges were spread abroad, - And temples consecrate to God, - Whence learning and religion spread - O’er all the land, their radiance shed; - So that who chose might feel and see - The glorious sun of Liberty![w] - - Thus for the children of the land; - For strangers from a foreign strand - A long probation they prepare, - Ere they the freeman’s honors share; - They must renounce the despot’s chain, - And Liberty henceforth maintain; - Their minds of prejudice divest, - Our customs and our laws digest, - Our principles of freedom scan, - And learn the dignity of man. - And thus when five long years had flown, - And they had made our aims their own, - The Fathers thought, the time had come, - To take the faithful strangers home, - Adopt them in the family, - Henceforth true loyal sons to be, - Admitted freely and at once, - To share this great inheritance! - Thus with the native-born and those - Who from the tyrant sought repose - Beneath our glorious flag, the aim - Of our great Fathers was the same, - By all true freedom unalloyed - Might be, without reserve, enjoyed, - On one condition, that they prove - Sons worthy of a parent’s love, - That each should cherish in his soul - Fair Freedom’s essence, self-control, - A conscience void of all offense, - Religion based on common sense, - Which gives to all th’ inherent right - To worship God in reason’s light, - Nor leaves to bigots to dictate - A marriage of the Church and State, - And forces none—the meanest, least, - To pay another’s bloated priest.[x] - That each remember, from one blood - All men are sprung—one brotherhood, - Equal before th’ Almighty’s throne, - Flesh of our flesh, bone of our bone; - With rights prescriptive, boundless, free - To happiness, life, liberty! - That none, save those inspired by hell, - Their brother, man, can bind or sell. - - On such conditions equal, fair, - All can the freeman’s honors share, - And who the compact sets aside, - Through ignorance, ambition, pride, - The sheepfold enters o’er the wall, - And is no citizen at all; - But an intruder, vile and base, - The scorn and refuse of the race; - A wolf in clothing of the sheep, - Who enters while the shepherds sleep; - Who gloats on blood throughout the night; - But when the morning’s rosy light - Appears, the dogs and men pursue - The blood-stained thief in open view, - When, gorged with blood, his flesh and paws - Appease the hounds’ more hungry maws. - Torn thus may traitors find such room, - When light dispels our Country’s gloom. - - Have we the Fathers’ precepts kept? - Alas! too soundly we have slept, - And let the precious moments fly, - Regardless how! no watchful eye - To note the wanderers from the fold, - To guide the young and guard the old; - To point the way of truth and right, - And flood them with celestial light! - - The home is freedom’s nursing place, - Its subjects are the infant race;[y] - For as we bend his tender mind, - So is the full-grown man inclined. - Our discipline too lax and mild - Still spares the rod and spoils the child; - And, as is natural, the rule - Ascends from nursery to school, - Where “moral suasion” must preside, - And “no coercion” is the guide; - What wonder, that the infant mind, - By appetite and passion blind, - Ere yet to reason it attain, - Or conscience can assume the rein; - Should show its grit in look and tone, - And cry or act “Let me alone!” - - Your son like mine has but one road - To freedom’s temple,—through the rod. - One only sense will bear appeal, - To make him heed, first make him feel; - No good by man was ever gained, - Save that through toil and pain attained. - You lose your labor if you plead - To empty benches in the head, - Or to the still more vacant heart: - At this all Mann’s disciples start; - My friends, the golden age is o’er, - Mann and his Mann-ers are no more! - What wonder, youth grow on our hands - Habitual breakers of commands; - Depraved in habits, morals, taste, - With every talent run to waste? - Since wholesome discipline withdrawn - Makes room for crimes of every spawn; - And leaves the wanderer free to roam, - Sans chart or compass far from home? - Instead of duties fixed by rule, - We give full scope to every fool, - As fancy or caprice dictate, - And find our error when too late! - We find the flowery path of lust - Leads but to error and disgust; - And then this other truth succeeds, - “No royal road to virtue leads.” - Sum up the sad result, you’ll find - A pampered body, vacant mind, - Whose helpless imbecility - Becomes of every quack the prey, - A weather-cock that’s whirled about - By every gust of creed or doubt; - The slave of lawyer, leech and priest, - Who use him worse than grov’ling beast, - And make him swallow lies or pills, - Just as the mocking demon wills! - Yet, thick as insects on the wing - Must Solons from such seedlings spring! - - Or, should we spend some thought and care, - Our sons for uses to prepare; - What lesson do we teach them first? - The love of mammon, the accurst! - What lesson do we teach them last? - “Get gold, my son, and hold it fast; - Be grov’ling, never lift the eye - Towards orb of day or starry sky: - All learning, science, treat with scorn, - To grub and scrape you have been born; - And, right or wrong, accumulate, - Gold be your god—and wealth your fate!” - - These seeds we’ve sown in genial soil, - And reap rebellion for our toil; - And wonder still, that o’er the ground - The reptile copperheads abound; - Some, satisfied to vegetate, - Like tares, ignobly in the State; - While some, whose venom waxen strong - Distorts the right, inflicts the wrong, - Crawl forth on missions in the cause - Of slave-lords and their brutal laws; - And care not for their country’s loss, - If they can only clutch the “dross!” - - Whilst these disgrace the freeman’s name, - And bring the land to scorn and shame, - By singing pæans to the god - Who wields the despot’s chain and rod, - Th’ awakened youth of Europe sing - Hosannas to great freedom’s king, - And weary him with earnest prayer, - That she at length find refuge there! - - Thus, while those “to the manor born,” - Whose infancy and rosy morn - Were fed and shaded by that tree - So grateful to the brave and free, - As copperheads assail it now, - And register a monstrous vow, - Upon its beauty still to frown, - And ply the axe to cut it down; - The children of a foreign land - In its defense most nobly stand, - Protect it from the murderous horde, - By word and deed, by gun and sword; - With wondrous unanimity - Cry, “wretches, monsters, spare that tree! - Touch not a bough! it nurtured you - With kindly fruit,—refreshed with dew, - Protected by its grateful shade, - And dare you now its life invade?” - - Amongst this brave, devoted band, - Thy sons, Germania, proudly stand; - To none inferior in the fight, - In love of freedom and the right: - And while this earth endures, bright fame - Shall gild thy Siegel’s honored name; - And those who for the right have stood, - Or born of thee, or of thy blood, - From him who nameless wields the lance, - To Heintzleman and Rosecrans. - Yes! many a field and many a flood - Has reddened with Germania’s blood; - Her heroes’ hearts have never quailed, - Though oft by thrice their force assailed! - Let Pea Ridge, Carthage, Wilson’s Creek - And other scenes their praises speak; - Let Murfreesboro with the rest - Their splendid leadership attest; - Where Bragg and all his rebel mass, - Through it received their “coup de grace!” - - -THE BATTLE OF MURFREESBORO. - - Cheered on by noble Rosecrans, - Behold our Union troops advance - To seek the foe in fight! - The center fearless Thomas leads; - The left with Crittenden proceeds; - McCook commands the right. - - Opposed is Bragg, who of the band - Of rebels holds the chief command; - Beneath whose banner ranged, - Are Breckinridge, Claiborne, Hardee, - And Cheatham’s Southern chivalry, - In hate and crime unchanged. - - ’Twas the last day of “sixty-two” - When these two hosts appeared in view, - Both eager for the fray; - They scorned the sun’s more tardy plan, - And fierce their murderous work began, - Ere he could dart a ray! - - The rebels, as their wont has been, - With wondrous skill and foresight keen, - Their forces concentrate, - To break our columns, wing by wing; - And soon their cheers, the echoes ring, - Triumphant and elate! - - Within the cedars’ gloomy shade, - Where many a heart fleshed many a blade, - And many a hero fell: - What deeds were done are lost in night; - Who shrank from, who maintained, the fight, - No mortal tongue can tell. - - Well might the fierce and wild uproar - That swelled each moment more and more - Cause iron nerves to start; - Well might the cannon thundering far, - The hubbub of chaotic war, - Appall the stoutest heart! - - And, as the torrent onward rolled, - The patriot’s faith might well grow cold, - And tremble for the end; - And doubt our power to turn the tide, - Since hostile troops tramp down and ride - O’er prostrate foe and friend! - - But Rosecrans, through cloud and din, - To bide their time his men curbed in, - Nor for an instant faltered; - There by his confidence inspired, - And with heroic courage fired, - They stood unmoved, unaltered! - - His massed reserves stood calm, erect, - Nor could the keenest eye detect - A sign of flinching there; - And when the rebel host came on, - Elate as if from victory won, - “The Union” rent the air. - - Then came the fearful tug of strife, - Then Greek met Greek—then life for life— - None pity asked or gave; - ’Tis well the smoke conceals the fray— - Too frightful for the eye of day; - What seeks the foe?—a grave! - - It seemed as the sirocco’s breath - Had swept them off, its frown beneath, - And lo!—they soundly sleep,— - Their cheers in death’s deep silence hushed, - Like those in the Sahara crushed, - The winds their requiem weep. - - Thus perish all our Country’s foes, - All despots, tyrants, and all those - Who trample on mankind! - Thus triumph Freedom and the Right, - And quickly come God’s kingdom bright - Of Virtue, Truth and Mind! - - And we have losses to deplore, - Brave men as ever banner bore, - As Shafer, Roberts, Sill, - Allsop and others whose fair name - Shall live on freedom’s scroll of fame, - And hearts with rapture fill. - - For who can cease to love the brave - Who died their Country’s life to save? - We envy them—not mourn; - Long as the sun shall gild the sky, - Beloved shall be their memory - By millions yet unborn! - - E’en while I write, a voice divine, - Floats sweetly from the banks of Rhine, - Where fair Bavaria’s lovely maids - And virtuous dames, in vine-clad glades, - Prepare with their own hands the lint - And linen without let or stint; - And say: “Let us the honor share, - This balm for patriots to prepare, - Who nobly fight and willing fall, - At Freedom’s and their Country’s call.” - - The priceless packages they send - Thus marked; “For heroes who defend - The cause of God and all mankind, - Their wounds to soothe, their bruises bind, - These bales of lint and linen fine - Go from Bavaria on the Rhine, - To the far off United States - Now nobly struggling with the fates: - May Heaven defend her in the strife - And re-establish health and life!” - - And lo! Columbia with a tear - Of gratitude is pleased to hear - And see this tribute of true love - From lands which oceans far remove: - It gives her courage to renew - The fight, and rebels to pursue. - For sympathy in deep distress - From distant friends is sure to bless; - Though forced her suffering sons to mourn, - She greets Germania thus in turn: - - “Land of the Danube and the Rhine, - Where freedom shed her light divine - Long ere Hyrcania’s wood explored - Had heard the howl of despot lord; - Which Rome would penetrate in vain, - And bind in her all grasping chain; - Land of the Anglo-Saxon race, - And of the Frank, ere yet a trace - Of slavery had chained their sons, - Through Normans, Guelphs, Napoleons; - Fair land of Gutenberg and Faust, - Restorer of an art long lost; - Land of brave Luther who restored - Man’s right to read the Eternal Word; - Land of the sacred Muses nine, - Where Klopstock, Goethe, Schiller, shine; - Where Bach, Mozart and Mendelssohn - Were rivalled by thy sons alone, - Beethoven, Meyerbeer and Liszt; - No land beneath the sun exists, - Where genius, learning, science, art, - So brightly shine, so charm the heart: - Land of the rose and of the vine; - Land of Bavaria and the Rhine, - Accept Columbia’s grateful thanks; - Thy sons adorn her martial ranks, - Thy noble daughters far away - The purest worth and love display - For her and all who love the Right, - And in the cause of Freedom fight; - Our wounded heroes, while they bleed, - Pray Heaven to bless you for this deed: - And, as with grateful hearts they feel - Your love in these sweet gifts that heal, - Their souls expand with love divine - Towards all who dwell upon the Rhine, - And praise the matrons and fair maids - Who bask beneath its vine-clad glades. - - And if a time should ever come, - When you shall seek a Western home, - Come on with courage and good cheer, - You’ll find a glorious welcome here! - Or if occasion should arise - To aid you ’gainst your enemies, - Columbia’s sons combined with thine - Will sweep the tyrants off the Rhine, - Where our united flags shall wave, - In triumph o’er the Despots’ grave!” - - - - -CANTO VI. - - “To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside - In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice.”—SHAKSPEARE. - - - As Lucifer, the angel, fell - From bliss of Heaven to pain of hell; - And there, as devil, would put on - The mask in which he once had shone: - So copperheads, with fiendish guile, - The name of freedom would defile, - While they her mask and robe display, - The better to deceive—betray - The wandering, friendless, emigrant, - Confiding, poor and ignorant, - Who deems “Democracy” a name - Of something real, not a sham! - In reference to these, our course - Has been unwise—from bad to worse; - All too indulgent and remiss, - Till now we hear their hydra-hiss! - - Some emigrants our shores who seek - Digest our laws as they do Greek! - And when probation time is gone, - They find their work already done; - The years, we know, have quickly sped - Without impressing heart or head, - With sense of duties to be done,— - What course to steer, what rocks to shun; - Yet without question, we admit - Th’ untutored Vandal as a cit; - And thus the prudence of our sires - Is melted in base party fires; - And Freedom drops her vital claims - In legal forms and empty names.[z] - - How can we Freedom’s reign restore; - And make her glorious as before? - - By clearing her, as best we may, - Of snarls contracted on the way: - And Slavery’s terrific coil - Will claim our whole united toil; - With one gigantic effort first, - Let’s hurl to hell the thing accurst! - Till slavery in the land shall cease, - Where is the hope for rest or peace? - Thereafter we shall be too wise - To make with hell a compromise: - Let us dissolve this bond with Death - And freedom to our sons bequeath; - Then shall rebellion in our land - Forever hide its bloody hand; - Then shall our righteous rule be laid - Upon a rock both sure and staid; - And then our stainless flag unfurled - Shall float, the glory of the world![1] - - Another grievance, I opine, - Is this, Jack’s vote’s as good as mine, - Or yours, or any noble steed, - Though Jack is dull and slow of speed, - Degraded, brutal, ignorant, - Depraved in every wish and want, - A wretch, a thief, an arrant knave, - A copperhead—a willing slave! - - To those who from the Fathers quote - And say that such were meant to vote, - I put these queries now, at once: - Which of the fathers was a dunce? - Pray name the man,—say, who was he - Who thus could poison freedom’s tree, - By introducing, at its birth, - The borer that should work its death? - Since all were missionaries known - Of these great truths, that Right alone, - Worth and intelligence can save - A free Republic from its grave! - - But grant the fathers dolts and fools, - Should we be guided by their rules; - Be chained by trammels of the past - And let our reason run to waste? - These queries then, I put, per force, - How many donkeys make one horse? - How much of ignorance condense - To make one mind of common sense? - How much of tyranny and wrong - Will make it right, in justice strong? - How many years of power and lust - Can crush man’s God-given rights in dust?[2] - What length of lawless usurpation - Gives right to rule in any nation? - How many criminals co-blent - Suffice to make a single saint? - How many Arnolds joined in one, - Suffice to form a Washington? - How many spouters of our day - Would make one Webster, Burke, or Clay? - - I might go on ad infinitum, - Propounding item after item. - But still the copperhead is near, - And thunders fiercely in mine ear; - - “Dare you our liberties assail, - Must not majorities prevail?” - - I answer: “as a general rule,[3] - The “major” is the greater fool;” - The horse that bears me on with ease, - May be of any hue you please; - Nor to the binding do we look, - To find the worth of any book; - Nor judge we wisdom by its size, - Its weight, not bulk, we justly prize. - - “But wisdom lies,” the book avers, - “In multitude of counsellors!” - - I grant the maxim sound and true, - And just the thing we want most, too; - We’ve multitudes of quacks, I grant, - And lawyers more than Heaven can want, - But as for counsellors, alack, - Scarce one that’s fit to counsel Jack! - - What brought this state of things about? - - These same majorities, no doubt, - Composed of moral lepers, apes, - Who of true men assume the shapes; - The sole reliance of the base, - To whom we all our woes can trace; - To please this lowest rabble rout, - We trot our meanest hobblers out, - Trimmed up to suit their grov’ling taste, - Their characters smeared o’er with paste; - Their record from some distant State - Comes back upon us when too late; - But now their face with whisky blooms, - Whose odor all the air perfumes; - Tobacco juice streams all around; - The halls with revelry resound, - Where rum and brandy freely flow, - And all is joy and bliss below. - What better bait could mortal proffer - To some who have got votes to offer? - They take immensely, oh, how good! - “Par fratrum,” noble brotherhood! - And thus the ball incessant flies - Down, down the steep, no more to rise, - And thus ’twill be, so long as we - Indulge this game of infamy! - - What would you have? set forth your plan, - Provided ’tis republican. - - Republican! What else should please, - Or bring stability and ease? - Yet what are names? what do we care - For empty sound or tinsel glare? - Give us the substance, fly vain shade, - For empty heads and stomachs made! - As said Erasmus to the Pope, - “I’m orthodox in heart and hope, - But, in my stomach, Protestant, - At least against all present want!” - So say I now;—I Freedom love - All other earthly things above; - In name I love it, but, much better, - In spirit, substance, and in letter. - - What mean you, then, by “Freedom,” sir? - Explain yourself, without demur; - Have we not got it here already? - Where else can man enjoy it steady? - - Your queries, as an honest man - I’ll fairly answer, if I can, - And first this question I propound; - What is true freedom, and where found? - Where strength and violence prevail? - Where widows weep and orphans wail? - Where christian men enslave the weak, - Because the sun has tinged their cheek? - Or, where the humblest son of toil, - Who works the mine, or tills the soil, - Can raise to Heaven his grateful eyes, - And thank the Ruler of the skies, - That, though all other goods are flown, - His limbs, his soul, are still his own; - And that no despot’s hand can blight - His home or rob him of his right; - That no majorities can wrest - His babe from its dear mother’s breast, - That by no fathers, bribed with gold, - Can their own blood for slaves be sold, - That by no wretch for murder born - Can husband from his wife be torn! - - This is the freedom guaranteed - To men of every color, creed, - When first our Nation saw the light, - By this great charter of the right: - “All men are brothers, equal, free. - For happiness, life, liberty!” - This gem was won through toils and throes, - Through tribulations, pains and woes, - By our great sires, and handed down, - The noblest gift,—most precious boon! - Shall we, through fear or impotence, - Renounce this bright inheritance? - Or can we from our hearts unfix - The memories of “Seventy six”? - Forbid it Heaven! while we retain - One note of Freedom’s glorious strain. - - -THE BIRTH OF FREEDOM, JULY 4, 1776. - -(An Ode.) - - The die is cast, - Whether for good or ill, - Let no regrets our anxious bosom fill; - The Rubicon is passed, - Nailed are our colors to the mast, - A truce to doubting or unmanly fear; - For home for country now - Are pledged the solemn vow, - Our fortunes, honor, life, and all that we hold dear! - Thus to his loved one did each hero say, - When home returned at eve of this immortal day. - - And she replied: - Well, since it must be so, - With you we sympathize in weal or woe, - Assert your country’s cause with noble pride; - Arm, arm, advance and boldly meet the foe! - Your country calls! you must obey her voice! - A recreant he who shrinks from such a call; - Since she enshrines our homes, our loves, our all; - Next after God, our country is our choice; - And Heaven forbid, it ever should be said, - That we, Columbia’s matrons, felt dismayed! - - And let not love - Of wife or children you from duty keep; - What, though your absence lonely here we weep; - Th’ all-seeing eye will guard us from above; - And while the battle rages o’er the plain, - Our prayers for you shall not ascend in vain; - Or, should you fall untimely in the strife, - Heaven will befriend your orphans and your wife! - - Beloved, one dear embrace, - And then a long, perhaps a last, farewell, - Should Heaven so will, my heart shall not rebel, - But still, this day with pride I shall retrace; - My country born to freedom and to joy; - Oh! bliss supreme, - This were a theme, - The harps of mighty seraphs to employ! - The world shall hail this truth proclaimed by thee: - Man is by nature, and he shall be, free. - - Wake, wake the lyre, - Sound drum and trumpet, let the cannons roar - Proclaim the jubilee from shore to shore; - Go, join yon phalanx like a wall of fire - Impervious around young Freedom thrown, - And let each hero mark her for his own! - Thus spake each noble matron as she gazed, - Undaunted, where no mimic war-fires blazed. - - The aim of government and laws - Is to defend true freedom’s cause; - The strong man’s injustice detect - And punish, and the weak protect; - The innocent to vindicate - By every power within the State; - Of evil to arrest the flood, - And use their influence for good; - If in these noble aims they fail, - And by majorities assail - The life or liberty of man - ’Tis time to spurn the odious plan; - And any system to befriend, - Which may secure the wished-for end. - - On every hand this cry we hear - “We purchase justice far too dear,” - To all its sons th’ indulgent State - Should grant this arbiter of fate, - Free as the air that we inhale; - Fresh as from ocean springs the gale; - Prompt as the light of summer’s dawn, - Sweet as the hay-swath on the lawn; - Not tainted with corruption’s breath, - Breathed from the charnel house of death; - And, as the people wield the power, - Why not reform this very hour? - - So long as magistrates can fleece, - Crime and its causes must increase; - So long as jurors hands shall itch, - And gold stick to them fast as pitch; - So long as officers are paid - Just as they ply their venal trade; - So long as vile contractors fill - Their coffers from the public till, - And go unhanged, while soldiers starve - Or sink exhausted to the grave; - So long as venal lawyers plead - Not led by right, but urged by need, - And be, like cattle, bought and sold, - And barter Heaven itself for gold; - So long as judges shall be found - Who on the strength of party ground - Their judgments, and the cause decide - To suit self-interest or pride;— - So long, by mind’s unerring laws, - Effects will flow as bids the cause; - And when the bantling is adult, - A monstrous evil must result - Which soon will swallow freedom down; - Vice brooks no rival near its throne, - But proudly wields its scepter dread, - And rules supreme, a copperhead! - - What use is freedom’s written scroll, - Unless ’tis graven on the soul? - Why vainly celebrate its birth, - If it has fled to Heaven from earth, - To aggravate our pain and cross, - By pointing out its grievous loss? - Astræa nought to me avails, - If but her phantom hold the scales; - Who, with her finger in my fob, - Like saint bedeckt, like strumpet rob, - And smiling say: “Peace, friend, be still, - This is the law—the people’s will.” - - If slavery’s shadow in the North - Hath such results as these brought forth; - Then what must be the moral state, - Of those who feel its full grown weight? - Or of a land whose priests profane - God’s word and his most holy fane; - By preaching slavery until - The mass believe it is no ill; - And four of every six incline - To hail the monster half divine? - Ask each of these, and he replies: - “In slavery true freedom lies:” - Ask where is freedom’s proper sphere? - He points to Dixie; “Lo, tis there!” - Thus have they masked hypocrisy, - And dubbed her “young Democracy!” - - Democracy’s vile sham and stain, - You don fair Freedom’s mask in vain! - You cannot pass in that disguise, - Nor thus elude our Argus-eyes. - Your boasted Christian brotherhood - Is one of violence and blood; - Your star of freedom pales its rays, - Becomes a farthing rush-light’s blaze, - And shows your “chivalry” as shams - Peddling their bogus nuts and hams; - And the vile rag you have unfurled, - The jest and scorn of all the world! - - Nor is your mission one to bless - The weak and humble, but oppress; - Uphold the robber, thief, and knave, - And make the innocent your slave. - Nor do you foster hope and light, - But shroud your evil deeds in night; - Proscribe all learning, genius, taste, - And make your realm a howling waste: - And on this rock your church is built, - A corner-stone of vice and guilt; - And this you purpose to defend - Against all comers, foe or friend: - Entrenched behind this monstrous wrong, - You swear to rule, since you are strong, - You boast your dupes God’s chosen host - To scourge a world in “darkness lost,” - “Fanatics” who refuse to see - The glory of your “liberty!” - Thus you the God of hosts blaspheme, - As aider of your monstrous scheme; - Implore him to blot out his sun, - By victories through treason won; - This land with anarchy to flood, - And drown all kindred ties in blood; - Nay this great Union to destroy, - That you your bauble may enjoy! - Like some poor maniac raging wild, - Or some indulged and petted child, - Who for a rattle or a straw, - Some gilded trifle or gewgaw, - Screams madly with his ebbing breath, - You grasp your idols,—strong in death! - Enough! your purpose we perceive, - And spurn your doctrines! while we grieve - For our dear land’s supreme disgrace, - Defiled and tortured by your race; - Though brief and turbid be your day, - Your odious name will bring dismay, - Forever, to each generous heart - That with humanity takes part: - Henceforth, vile monster, live or dead! - We dub you viper, COPPERHEAD. - The copperhead! Has he a soul? - And does it seek yon starry pole, - When death relieves it from the clay, - And wing on high its airy way? - I question if a thing so vile - Can live beyond the present style, - Or if it should, where could it go, - To find its full repast of woe? - What think you, then, of transmigration, - Or interchange of place and station? - Perhaps the nigger-whippers pass - To shades still darker than of brass, - And copperheads, as seemeth proper, - Put on more sombre hues than copper; - And find new quarters made to fit, - In negro tenements, to-wit; - And thus become, in very fact, - The things that they so much have cracked; - And hear their master, late their slave, - With furious tone and gesture rave; - And feel the lash he plies so well, - And howl in this congenial hell! - - Transcendant life! immortal part! - I long to know what thing thou art; - Whether a phantom light as air, - Or form symmetrical and fair; - An essence which can never die; - Or something passing as a sigh, - Which, when this frame dissolves in dust, - Returns to nothing, as at first; - Or whether thou hast always been - The same, through every changing scene, - And why to some thou art so sweet; - To others with such woes replete? - - It cannot be this conscious being - Is all absorbed in feeling, seeing; - That those desires we cannot sate - Are doomed to end in this low state, - Unsatisfied; and that the powers - We feel within us and as ours, - Should, at our death, be swept away - Like shadows by the morning’s ray; - Nor can it be, that sin and crime - Can go unwhipt, if not in time. - No, we shall bask for evermore - In light, and light’s great source adore, - With those who love the right shall shine, - In union, peace and love divine; - Whilst copperheads and all their host - In hell’s tempestuous surge are tossed, - And wail forever “Lost, lost, lost!” - - Oh! for a moment on hell’s brink, - To view the tortured reptiles sink, - Ten million fathoms in th’ abyss, - And thence rebound with bubbling hiss; - Their throats with sulph’rous vapor choked, - Their slimy length begrimed and smoked; - Each hideous skin as if ’twould burst, - By belching out the draught accurst; - All tortured and convulsed with rage, - To whom each moment seems an age— - Who vainly call “emancipation,” - To free them from that deep damnation, - Or else for swift annihilation! - Then might we realize the sting - That wrongs to men on spirits bring; - Then would we fully comprehend, - That God is justice and its friend! - - Oh miracle! scarce had my prayer - Been breathed upon the vacant air, - When lo! a vision, or a dream, - As clear as pebbles in a stream, - Appeared before my wondering eyes - And filled my soul with deep surprise; - I’ll paint the scene the best I can, - ’Twas thus the strange illusion ran: - - -A DREAM OF EREBUS. - - Night’s shadows closed round me, I lay on my bed, - And visions of beauty encompassed my head; - The sweetest of melodies floated around, - The Muses and Graces kept time to the sound: - The scene was enchanting; but brief was its stay, - In mists and in clouds it soon melted away: - Then darkness succeeded, the horrors of death! - I struggled as one who was fighting for breath! - Till, in fancy, I passed through the last mortal throe, - And my spirit sought rest in the regions below. - - My passport delayed me a while, but, at last, - Through the wide-yawning portals of Pluto I passed; - Then, warned by a goblin I met on the way, - My respects to the grim king of Hades I pay: - I advance to his throne, and, without falling prostrate, - I pay my devoirs to the great arch-apostate. - He rose up and told me to follow his wake, - And a walk through his kingdom, for pleasure, we’d take. - “I’ll show you,” said he, “how my quarters are crammed, - In their various regions, with ghosts of the damned.” - “I præ, sequar,” said I, “go ahead and I’ll follow;” - So he led me along, through a mighty big hollow; - On my right hand I saw what appeared to my sight - An iron-walled palace of towering height: - I scanned it with wonder, but as I drew nigher - I perceived that it was a huge furnace of fire: - Its apartments above, and its basement below - Were crowded with beings the image of woe; - “What is this?” was my query; the Devil replied, - “’Tis the place where my slave-holding children are fried; - As they said when on earth, that a white man must be - Above the vile nigger, it is so as you see: - The whites are above, and the niggers below, - The brimstone to stir and the bellows to blow; - But let us go on—you will see as you pass, - The punishment dire of a much meaner class; - That pit on the left is the dismal abode - Of a tribe who by thousands descend the broad road; - These are base hireling watchmen, who strove to increase - The size of the flock for the sake of the fleece, - No care had above for the souls of their charge, - But slept like dumb dogs while the wolf prowled at large. - There are priests of all classes, all creeds and all names - Condemned to be scorched in the sulphurous flames. - But the meanest by far of these groveling creatures - Are those factors of hell, the pro-slavery preachers, - Who insist that the Lord made the nigger’s skin black, - That the white man to Heaven might ride on his back; - They quote still from Scripture, and make it so plain, - To deny it were taking the Lord’s name in vain; - Disputing the fact were mere breath thrown away, - For is it not written, “Ye servants, obey?” - They drawl a long prayer, and a sermon comes next, - And “Cursed be Canaan,” they take for their text; - But here a new light on their vision has burst, - And they feel that themselves, not poor Canaan, are cursed. - Just a few steps ahead I will show you their station, - Close packed with those wretches who’d ruin your Nation.” - - And soon, as we stood o’er a precipice dire, - I saw far beneath me the great Lake of Fire; - Like the sea in a tempest its surface was tossed, - While it swarmed with the pale, burning ghosts of the lost. - Rock-bounded on all sides, the deep, hollow roar - Of its surges resounded while lashing the shore, - The blackness of darkness—a sulphurous cloud, - Hung over the scene like a funeral shroud. - Yet plain by the glare of the red waves at play, - As they lashed the grim crags that flung back the hot spray, - Each wave in succession displayed on its crest - Some thousand pale ghosts who were riding abreast; - Till striking the crag they sank down from my sight, - And others rushed in, like to men in a fight; - Oh! wild were the shrieks and the wails that arose - From those as they sank, and from these as they rose; - So piercing and heart-rending was the sad strain, - That it thrilled me with horror—transfixed me with pain! - These words they ground out midst their dire suffocation: - “Oh God! from this hell grant us—emancipation, - Or else, in thy mercy, give annihilation!” - But hell bellowed back, “everlasting damnation!” - - But, most frightful of all!—tiger-like and inhuman, - I hear the fierce howls of three men and one woman, - Whose necks, hung in halters right over the flood, - Are stretched by a wretch all bedabbled with blood! - All five call on “Lincoln” for mercy; when lo! - They are plunged, in a twinkling, to regions below; - Where long in the torrent they struggling remain, - Till the wave spews them up to its surface again; - There howling and writhing, unable to die, - Each visage distorted and bloodshot each eye, - For mercy in vain the assassins still cry! - Ah, Mercy they’ve slain!—Hope for them has no room, - Hell’s no longer a myth,—’tis the parricide’s doom! - - The Devil here chuckled with joy and delight, - And seemed to be charmed with this horrible sight: - “This,” said he, “is the place where I demagogues throw - When they come here and ask for their lodgings below, - Since they never loved aught but loud brawling and strife, - And were true to no party or friend during life; - Ever turning and twisting, and dodging around, - No place more befitting for them could be found; - For here they’ll be tossing and dodging forever - Like drift-wood afloat on a rock-tortured river. - - Here, too, let me point to you those wretched men - Who devote all their powers, both of tongue and of pen, - To prop the slave-holders, their code propagate, - Turn earth into hell through disunion and hate, - And to fan the fierce flames of your war have combined, - And, therefore, most justly have they been consigned - With the meanest of devils who dared to rebel, - To be scorched in the flames of the nethermost hell. - Here are lying reporters and editors, speakers, - And the old Union-savers and compromise shriekers, - With blood-sucking leeches and shoddy contractors, - Beneath loyal masks, much the worst malefactors, - Who smile, while your soldiers they starve and they rob, - More guilty, by far, than Buchanan or Cobb. - - But a new class of sinners came not long ago, - And what to do with them I swear I don’t know; - I saw them, quite recently, stemming the Styx, - Sent here, I suppose, for their dastardly tricks: - (For of all who arrive here by night or by day, - There are none but the meanest who come by that way,) - Each floated down stream, at his ease, toward the lake, - A species of monster, half man and half snake; - Their heads crowned with copper, their bodies with scales, - Like scorpions they carried their stings in their tails; - And scarce had their feet touched the marl of our soil, - When hell, by their tricks, was thrown into a broil: - And now I am puzzled to know what to do - With this low-lived, this white-livered, COPPERHEAD crew. - It is true I would see the whole world come to hell, - I am fond of mean men, but these please me too well: - In their zeal for my cause and the good of this place, - They have brought my whole kingdom and cause to disgrace. - Though loyal to me and vile slaves to my throne, - While accepting their service, the tools I disown. - Since they serve without pay or a hope of reward, - I am bound by no bargain to show them regard: - I think I’ll just take them outside of the town, - Where the drainage, the filth and the offal are thrown, - And toss the whole pack of them into the ditch, - Then cover them over with sulphur and pitch; - Set fire to the mixture and leave them to cook, - To writhe in the flames, or to strangle with smoke; - And then I will drive them to earth back again, - To shiver in ice, howl in wind, hail and rain. - - When Jefferson Davis and his rebel host - Shall arrive, by and by, at the gates of the lost, - I’ll meet, and assign them a place near my throne, - And Davis and Floyd shall be stars in my crown; - But this wretched crew to the ditch I’ll consign, - For, though true to my cause, I cannot call them mine.” - - Just then came a messenger hastily down, - And called out, “Your Majesty’s wanted up town; - For another large batch of the peace-shrieking crew - Have come sneaking down here and are asking for you.” - - His Majesty then grew quite black in the face; - “I’ll go and, by hell, kick them out of the place: - Their stench I detest, I cannot bear them near, - And I’ll soon let them know that they mustn’t stay here; - ’Tis too much e’en for us, with our devilish natures, - To bear with such fallen, such cowardly, creatures.” - - So saying, and wearing a terrible frown, - He seized a huge trident and hurried up town; - Then quickly I heard mingled whining and shrieking, - And, in thunder and wrath, old Beelzebub speaking: - “Get out of my court, you vile, dastardly crew, - You’re too mean to stay here where the common damned do.” - And then, like a man of his reason bereft, - He wielded his club and pitched in right and left. - - They yelled, and shrieked “Peace, oh, pray, Satan, hold on, - We are loyal to you!”—cried Satan, “Begone!” - While the blows he dealt out made the peace-sneaks to scream;— - With their yells in my ears, I awoke from my dream! - - My task is done, my work is ended; - Behold the Copperhead suspended - ’Twixt Heaven and earth, in open air, - His whole anatomy laid bare; - Normal and morbid all made known, - In soul and body, nerve and bone! - Since Satan would not let him stay - In realms which shun the light of day; - (Where he in torture would abide, - If he his deep disgrace could hide,) - Here pilloried in sight of men, - Impaled on my steel-pointed pen, - Like Tantalus tormented ever, - Let vultures prey upon his liver, - Which, by some retributive power, - Still grows as fast as they devour, - Till passers-by shall point with scorn, - And cry, “’Twere better not be born, - Than thus to writhe in infamy, - As long as sun and stars shall be!” - - And when, in some far future age, - The student of creation’s page - Shall dig his fossils from the ground, - And stand amazed, in doubt profound, - As to what species and what race - The monstrous reptile he can trace, - And wonder, with suspended breath, - His use or purpose on the earth; - These records all his doubts shall clear, - When he beholds him pictured here, - So fully, that who runs will read, - Then shudder, and increase his speed! - - Thus much for science having won, - I take my leave, my task is done. - - -THE END. - - - - -[a] [c] [d] [e] [g] [h] [i] [j] [l] [m] [n] [o] [p] [q] [r] [t] [u] [v] -[w] [x] [y] [z] [1] [2] [3] Transcriber’s Note: It is not known what -these letters/numbers were intended to represent. There are no footnotes -in this or multiple other copies of the book. - - - - -“SIR COPP:” - -A Book for the Times, in Six Cantos. By THOMAS CLARKE, Author of -“A Day in May,” “Donna Rosa,” “The Silent Village,” “Life in the West,” -&c., &c. - - -OPINIONS OF THE PRESS. - -_From the Chicago Tribune_ - -In this work we welcome another home production. It is written in -Hudibrastic verse; but the genius of the author is by no means confined -to this form of composition. The object of the author is praise-worthy, -and he exhibits much talent for versification. We must, injustice, -commend the work for many striking and some admirable passages. “Sir -Copp,” is of course, Sir Copperhead; and the venomous creature is -dissected by an artist who has a true scientific enthusiasm for so fine -a specimen of morbid anatomy. The invocation to the muse is especially -striking, (here it is quoted in full.) Mr. Clarke is not an untried poet. -He has, in fact, produced a number of poems, for which the best English -critics have accorded to him a high rank amongst the first poets of our -day. - -_From the Chicago Evening Journal_ - -Under the title of “SIR COPP,” is depicted the character of a -copperhead, whose career closes at the gates of hell. The story is a -contrast of patriotism with disloyalty; the theme growing out of the late -rebellion. The poetry is lively in measure. The author’s former works -drew down the encomiums of several good authorities in literary matters. -The volume is highly creditable to the publishers. - -_From the Chicago Republican._ - -Mr. Clarke is favorably known to the reading public as the author of -several poems published in England, which have received warm praise from -the leading English reviews. The purpose of this effort of his muse -is to contrast a dark phase of human depravity, as exhibited by the -copperhead rebels of the northern states, with the beauty and power of -loyalty to God and country. Incidentally, he satirises Tennyson, mourns -over the grave of Lincoln, and celebrates the heroes of Murfreesboro, -and many another bloody field. He writes with a sharp pen, and shows -no mercy to the traitors. “Sir Copp,” having undergone a severe moral -and physical dissection, is introduced by the author into hell, whence -Satan, unwilling to entertain him, sends him back to earth to be punished -according to his deserts. - -_From the Staats Zeitung (German.)_ - -Mr. Thomas Clarke, a celebrated British Poet, who lives here in the West, -has produced a poem under the title of “Sir Copp,” in which he shows -forth the copperheads and their actions during the war. He is amongst the -warmest friends of America, extols liberty and patriotism, and does ample -justice to our German American citizens. - - * * * * * - -New Work, by the Author of “Sir Copp,” - -(_WILL BE READY IN THE SPRING, ’67_,) - - ENTITLED - THE TWO ANGELS - _Or, LOVE-LED_. - - A POEM, IN SIX CANTOS. - -The story is of Heaven and earth, and is one of the deepest interest. It -is a book of great merit, and no doubt will be extensively read. - -The volume will contain upwards of two hundred pages small octavo, -printed with clear, readable type, on fine paper, and will be neatly -bound. - - GEO. W. 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W. CLARKE, PUBLISHER<br /> -1867.</span></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_2"></a>[2]</span></p> - -<p class="titlepage">Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1865,<br /> -<span class="smcap">By THOS. CLARKE & CO.</span>,<br /> -In the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States, for the<br /> -Northern District of Illinois.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_3"></a>[3]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="PREFACE">PREFACE.</h2> - -</div> - -<p>The object of this Poem is two-fold; first, to photograph -a phase of human depravity incredible, had we -not witnessed it; and to hand down its subjects to -eternal infamy: and, secondly, to paint the beauty and -power of goodness and loyalty in the sacred cause of -God and of Country. “Sir Copp” represents the -element of mean servility exhibited in those whom duty -called in vain to the support of their invaded liberties; -the most venomous “copperheads” being those who, -under a loyal mask, betrayed their trust, starved our -soldiers, robbed their widows and orphans, and, like -Benedict Arnold, sold themselves to the enemy. Contrasted -with this dark side of the picture the patriotism -of our loyal citizens stands out in bold relief. Our -army, like a torrent, sweeps away the strongholds of -the rebels and restores peace and happiness to the -nation. But this glimpse of light is clouded by the -murder of Mr. Lincoln, and, in “Abel Misraim,” the -people bewail the irreparable loss of their martyred -chief. A digression on certain British poets, and a -severe criticism on “Enoch Arden,” are followed by a -discussion demonstrating the impossibility of sustaining -liberty, unless founded on the basis of popular virtue -and intelligence; and that no man, whatever be his<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_4"></a>[4]</span> -color, is entitled to the privileges, unless he be prepared -to discharge the duties of a citizen. The abuse of this -principle caused all our troubles in the past, and, unless -a speedy and a radical reform shall be effected, we can -expect nothing better for the future.</p> - -<p>“Sir Copp,” having undergone a severe physical and -moral dissection, is finally introduced into hell, whence -Satan, unwilling to entertain him, sends him back to -earth to be punished there according to his deserts.</p> - -<p>This is the first of a series of works, chiefly on the -war, by the same author, which will be issued in due -course, if “home production” shall receive here, at the -West, a sufficient patronage to justify the undertaking.</p> - -<p>It is proposed, also, to republish here, from the London -editions, the most popular of the author’s published -works, to which the opinions of the best English -critics will be appended, according to him a high rank -amongst the first poets of our day.</p> - -<p>Perhaps it may not be deemed out of place to give -here a few brief extracts from those criticisms:</p> - -<p>The London Athenæum says: “Mr. Clarke is highly -successful in his management of blank verse, and the -following passage from his “Day in May,” is worthy of -praise for the happy arrangement of its cadences, and -the pure and natural feelings contained in it.” [Here -follows a quotation of over 40 lines.]</p> - -<p>The London Spectator speaks of the same poem in -the highest terms; so do the Court Journal, Indian -Review, Morning Post, &c.</p> - -<p>Blackwood says of “Donna Rosa,” that “it cannot<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_5"></a>[5]</span> -be surpassed for elegance of style and correctness of -metre.” Tait’s Edinburgh Magazine coincides, and -Bell’s Messenger says: “This is the best and most -musical poem which the present season has produced.”</p> - -<p>Much more might be quoted, had we space. The -above must suffice for the present.</p> - -<p>With regard to this new poem, “Sir Copp,” the -author relies entirely on the good sense and judgment -of the people of the Great West, for an impartial decision -of its claims to public favor; and he will rest -satisfied with that decision, whatever it may be; for he -cannot but believe, that those who have been able to -appreciate the best political, military and legal talent -in the country, will also be able to discriminate, and -reward, literary merit, when it is fairly and candidly -presented for their consideration.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Chicago, Illinois.</span></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_6"></a>[6]</span></p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_7"></a>[7]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="DEDICATION">DEDICATION<br /> -<span class="smaller">TO THE</span><br /> -PEOPLE OF THE UNITED STATES.</h2> - -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container-canto"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Great Sov’reign, mightier far than king,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Accept this off’ring which I bring.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thy humble servant would propose</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A novel theme in rhyming prose;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or, since my Muse flanks the sublime,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Then be it named prosaic rhyme.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">No matter, if the thing shall please,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Concerning names I feel at ease.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>INVOCATION TO THE MUSE.</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container-canto"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Muse, if you ever condescend</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To aid, in time of need, a friend,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">If ever I have sung a lay</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That charmed you on a happier day;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">If, with the fat of spitted priests,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I have enriched your genial feasts;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or politician’s sav’riest part,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Has warmed the “cockles” of your heart:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Oh, grant me, now, this precious boon,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">(Again I may not ask you soon,)</div> - <div class="verse indent0">May I before the lieges spread</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The merits of the Copperhead!</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_8"></a>[8]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">It is, indeed, a boon you ask,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And mine will be an arduous task:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The reptile’s name is legion;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He every color can put on;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He is a blackleg all complete,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The people to delude and cheat;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Pretends to be their faithful hack,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Yet claps a saddle on their back</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And rides them roughshod through the mire,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Not suffering them to lag or tire,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But whips and spurs the patient jade,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Which never can his yoke evade,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Until, from high official chair</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He sees the gaping creatures stare</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Upon the riches he has fobbed</div> - <div class="verse indent0">From those he so adroitly robbed;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or in the Senate or the House,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He sits with those who there carouse</div> - <div class="verse indent0">At your expense, and laughs to scorn</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The slaves who for his use were born.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But though the task is hard, yet still,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I owe you much for your good will;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Then come, together let us wing</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Our upward flight, and boldly sing</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The strains which from my lips shall flow,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I love to pay whate’er I owe.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_9"></a>[9]</span></p> - -<h1>SIR COPP.</h1> - -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CANTO_I">CANTO I.</h2> - -</div> - -<div class="epigram-container"> -<div class="epigram"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“To hell how easy the descent!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But to retrace your steps and to regain</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The light of Heaven, alas, how difficult!”—<span class="smcap">Virgil.</span></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container-canto"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Some orator hath lately said,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">(And mark the speech each Copperhead,)</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“Who martyrs out of rebels make,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Themselves are worthy of the stake,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And they shall have their full deserts,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When Justice all her rights asserts.”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I grant, the government was wrong,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In giving color to a throng</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of traitors so sublimely small,—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">(The merest insects after all,)</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of raising martyrs from their ranks;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For this it scarce deserves our thanks,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whilst bigger flies are left at large;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The only answer to this charge</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That I can urge in its excuse,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">It turned the barnacles all loose,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That bored the timbers of the ship,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And caused them drop their murderous grip;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And, like Ithuriel’s spear of yore,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">It touched the toadies to the core,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_10"></a>[10]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">And goaded them unmasked to spring,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">At once to light and show their sting.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Soon may it send each tory sham</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Hence hell-ward with Vallandigham!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">All this was well: for now we see</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Much that was veiled in mystery:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We now behold the secret springs</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That worked the puppets with their strings,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And are prepared to circumscribe</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The “Golden Circle’s” venal tribe,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The trappers in their net to mesh,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And try their flavor, fish or flesh;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or whether they be bird or beast:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">No neutral bat adorns our feast.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Come forth from that same magic ring,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And let us view that precious thing</div> - <div class="verse indent0">You call a neutral, we, a drone,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or rebel traitor—both in one.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">If any “neuter” should be here,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Now is his time, let him appear.</div> - <div class="verse indent12">(A nondescript Copperhead comes forward,</div> - <div class="verse indent12">whom Scalpel addresses thus:)</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Behold this scalpel and this probe,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To prove your heart beneath that robe;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And lo! this stethoscope to test</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The inmost secrets of your breast,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Shrink not! for if your heart be sound,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nor rottenness therein be found,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And you be loyal, as you say,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">No cause have you for such dismay:</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_11"></a>[11]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">If conscience tells you, you are right,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Why shun the test of truth and light?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent14"><span class="smcap">Sir Copp</span>—</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">I dread the dungeon!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent14"><span class="smcap">Scalpel</span>—</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent22">Be you true,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The dungeon was not made for you.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent14"><span class="smcap">Sir Copp</span>—</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">The “habeas corpus” is suspended,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And with it liberty is ended.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent14"><span class="smcap">Scalpel</span>—</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Suspended! yes, for those alone</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who’ve made the rebel cause their own,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who ought to be suspended too,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">If every dog should get his due.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">You shake your head and still demur.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent14"><span class="smcap">Sir Copp</span>—</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">But, then, “the proclamation,” sir,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Can you excuse or palliate</div> - <div class="verse indent0">An act so dreadful, so ingrate;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To rob three hundred thousand braves,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of their best Samson locks, their slaves?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Oh, Lincoln false! we know thee now,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A perfect Delilah art thou,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To lull thy Samson, till the bands</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of Philistines tie down his hands:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nor would it strike us with surprise,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">If next you robbed him of his eyes;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And then!—</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent14"><span class="smcap">Scalpel</span>—</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent12">What then?</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_12"></a>[12]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent14"><span class="smcap">Sir Copp</span>—</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent22">Why, then, look out,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The temple falls your ears about</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And sweeps!—</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent14"><span class="smcap">Scalpel</span>—</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent14">How frightful, all at once,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Are those disasters you announce!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like miracles exempt from laws,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They mark effects without a cause.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The “proclamation!” Why, ’twas fun</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For you and yours, short time agone;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A mastiff’s bay against the moon,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The dish that scampered with the spoon,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With spoony grandam mounted on it,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or the Pope’s bull against the comet;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A “brutum fulmen” which, at best,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Was meant to scare, and not divest;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And now, it has become at once</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A stumbling block of great offense!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To dwell on this is poor pretext:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">What grievance will you lug up next?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">What, none! ’Tis well, then, bare your breast,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And yield to this unerring test.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent14"><span class="smcap">Sir Copp</span>—</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Nay, stop one moment, let me ask</div> - <div class="verse indent0">This question, then perform your task:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">What right had Lincoln to suspend</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The “habeas corpus,” or to lend</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His sanction to the violation</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of that great bulwark of the nation,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_13"></a>[13]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">The constitution of the land,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Beneath whose aegis all should stand</div> - <div class="verse indent0">On equal footing in the sight</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of God and law, their manhood’s right?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent14"><span class="smcap">Scalpel—</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">What! Lincoln make a revolution,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And violate the constitution;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The “habeas corpus” set aside,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That he might rule with regal pride!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">What monstrous calumnies I hear!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">What misconceptions strike mine ear!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How, if in ignorance you stand,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A stranger in this glorious land,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nor yet have learnt the scope and worth</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of Freedom, hear, I set them forth.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But, if corruption clouds your soul,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Which your own conscience should control,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of which the truth shall soon appear,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Then tremble for your fate, but hear;</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">So firmly have our fathers built</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Fair Freedom’s temple, that, save guilt,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">No power the fabric can tear down;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And then what falls strikes those alone</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who draw its terrors on their head,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And none need suffer in their stead:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">This truth is often dearly bought</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By those who set its laws at nought,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And chiefly in the traitor’s case,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For whom the temple keeps no place,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_14"></a>[14]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Save that whose dungeon walls secure</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The good from him they cannot cure;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or whence the gallows gives release,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That those behind may dwell in peace.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The “habeas corpus” gives no hope,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The constitution gives a rope,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To these and such as these. Yet, “why”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">You ask, “should such in dungeons lie;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Why sink the power of men beneath,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or suffer ignominious death?”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Because their own deliberate course</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Draws on themselves the cross and curse;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Be theirs the blame, and not on those</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who for our safety interpose</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Betwixt the murderer and our life,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To save us from the fire or knife.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Then why should parricides go free,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The murderers of Liberty?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who with felonious hand would burn</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The temple, and the sacred urn</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of him who to us did bequeath</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The noblest gift the stars beneath?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who Liberty and Washington</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Betray, suspend all acts in one.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nor needs there that, to suit such case,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A single stone should change its place;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Since self-protection still dictates,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That thieves should be debarred its gates;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And he who watcheth on the tower</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Must never sleep in danger’s hour;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_15"></a>[15]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">He would be recreant to his trust,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Did he admit the brood accurst.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">What rights have such within the pale</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where Freedom and her sons prevail?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">One only right, and that is flat,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The right to wear a hemp cravat!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Now, are you answered? Don’t you know</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We all are masters here below;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And chiefly in this land, to be</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Just what we will, or slave or free?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">One truth is clear, the path of right</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Will lead to joy, to peace, to light;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The wrong as surely lead astray,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As gloomy night succeeds to day.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">No Lincoln for a single hour,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To blast our happiness has power,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Had he the will to do us wrong;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The law protects both weak and strong;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">(Such is its object and its use,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When freed from partizan abuse;)</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But who transgresses law invokes</div> - <div class="verse indent0">On his own head its righteous strokes,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And for his suffering, sin and shame,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Has no one but himself to blame.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I laugh at those whose purblind eyes</div> - <div class="verse indent0">See all things in a strange disguise;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who tell us, that the President,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With his due powers not half content,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The constitution must suspend</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That constitution to defend;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_16"></a>[16]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">As if a man who is attacked,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Must first be all to pieces hacked,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And have his breath suspended too,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Before he anything can do,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To strike for life in self-defense;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or dare to use what common sense</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Dictates, and every man concedes,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“Necessity all law exceeds;”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And thus where danger is extreme,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Becomes itself the law supreme.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I ask, what kind of constitution</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Were that, which fearing dissolution,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Assumes grotesque, protean shapes;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or, like a garter-snake, escapes,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By breaking into numerous links,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While each to its own dungeon slinks,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Until, the danger overpast,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their fragments reunite at last?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Such were a mockery, a sham,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The hope of freeborn souls to damn;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A demon sent from hell’s profound,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To taunt us with fair Freedom’s sound.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Shall we not wield the rightful power</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To crush our foe in danger’s hour;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To teach our enemies to feel</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The virtue of our polished steel;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Give to the dungeon, ball or knife,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">All traitors who assail our life;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While e’en the worm and snail inert</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Great nature’s privilege assert?</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_17"></a>[17]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">Lincoln, be steadfast, undismayed;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Make use of cannon, slave or blade,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nay all the means within your reach,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To man the wall—defend the breach;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And scourge the fierce, rebellious band,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With every weapon at command:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Make no distinction; smite alike</div> - <div class="verse indent0">False friends and open foes who strike;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nor pause amidst the iron shower,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Your right is measured by your power;<a href="#transnote" class="fnanchor">a</a></div> - <div class="verse indent2">But, copperhead, why do you writhe,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And gnaw, in vain, the mower’s scythe?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">You hum and haw, at every pause,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And prate of violated laws,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of broken vows, “emancipation,”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And all the sufferings of the nation;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thus Satan writhes, while preachers lash him,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And for his doings soundly thrash him;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While he, the injured innocent,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Indignant apes the holy saint!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Enough! my speech has been in vain,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Now bare that breast of yours again;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I will dissect it spite of fate,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Your prayers and groans are all too late;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">My friends, take hold: he squirms and twists</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And with such energy resists,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That I—’Tis well, you’ve got him fast,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And I have got my way at last!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But, ere I venture to dissect him,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">My friends, I ask you to inspect him.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_18"></a>[18]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Behold his strange, abnormal shape,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Something between a snake and ape;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And mark his lank, distorted body</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Clad in a garb of clouts and shoddy!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How like a legal malefactor,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or loyal shoddyite contractor!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">No difference can you detect,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Unless you narrowly inspect;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And then it is but nominal;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With both self-interest is all.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His phiz, you see, is almost human,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Save that his look is of a demon;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His face is ever earthward bent,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As if on treasures there intent;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His glance thence never turns astray</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Towards sunny sky or milky way;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His usual gait is on all fours,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Although his hands will open doors;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">You see they’re hooked like vulture’s claws,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To clutch the gold through chinks and flaws;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">No lock of treasury can bar</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His entrance or his purpose mar;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whatever meets his greedy eyes,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He seizes as his lawful prize;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Filches the gold from out its bed,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And “greenbacks” shuffles in its stead;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">(For he with caution still would steer,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And honest ever would appear;)</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And, with the gold thus basely gotten,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sends arms to rebels for their cotton;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_19"></a>[19]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">And thus his honors cheaply wins,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His loyal cloak hides all his sins!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Friends, while small flies still feel our laws,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Shall big ones burst through rents and flaws,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And fall like Jove with golden shower,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To rob the iron-bolted tower;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Shall we from whom the gold was taken,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Remain, like Israel’s sons, unshaken</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In our allegiance to the Devil,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Well knowing that his deeds are evil?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like them, but not so wise by half;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Theirs was a real golden-calf;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whilst we, oh shame and sad disgrace!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Must of the calf assume the place;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Not to be worshipped and caressed,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">(That were too good for such a beast;)</div> - <div class="verse indent0">No, but to give our gold away,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And worship calves of brass and clay;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who still, the more that we adore,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Our gold and worship claim the more;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And look more brazen than before!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Friends, while poor nameless wretches pine</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In dungeon, or in dungeon-mine,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whom cold and hunger led astray,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To filch a loaf upon their way;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Friends, freemen, tell me, is it right,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That those foul fiends who love the night;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whose grov’ling souls for mammon made</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Incessant ply them thieving trade,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_20"></a>[20]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">And on a large scale rob the State,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whose misplaced faith had made them great!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Base hirelings whose ingratitude</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Repays with evil every good;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who, if they had their just deserts,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Would pine at tail of penal carts,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And feel distained with felon’s gore</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The lash their sires had borne before;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Say, should such wretches go scot-free,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Enjoy Heaven’s light and liberty;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In mockery of earth and skies,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Blazon their shame before our eyes;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nay, be caressed as something great,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And models for youth to imitate?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Oh God! if this be liberty,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">From such be our loved country free;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And may a race less prone to serve</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The demon, Plutus, rise with nerve,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And drive the grov’ling trash to hell,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A place most fit for such to dwell!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thus only can our land become</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of brave and free the honored home!<a href="#transnote" class="fnanchor">c</a></div> - <div class="verse indent2">Our land! oh may its boundless space</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Be homes for men of Abraham’s race;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Men who are “Israelites indeed!”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">God purge our troubled land with speed;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Strike every grov’ling traitor dead,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And clear it of the copperhead!<a href="#transnote" class="fnanchor">d</a></div> - <div class="verse indent2">And you, ye watchdogs of the press,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ye “friends of virtue in distress”</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_21"></a>[21]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Who preach a homily each day</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To wretches who have missed their way;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And with your saws and cutting jokes</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Direct at paupers all your strokes;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where are your homilies for those</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who every good on earth oppose?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For those big sinners who oppress</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The poor and widow in distress!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who fleece their laborers on Monday,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That they may saints appear next Sunday,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When they are liberal with the gold</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For which they have their country sold;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How comes it that you pass these by,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or squint with retroverted eye</div> - <div class="verse indent0">At their misdeeds, while still with hate</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The poor and weak you well berate?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">How comes it? Answer, potent sirs!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Because you are but venal curs;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The purchased tools that despots use,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To gloze their crimes or them excuse;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The creatures doomed to echo still</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The dictates of your master’s will;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Prompt to obey the prompter’s nod,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And worship Mammon as your god.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Oh Press, great pillar of the State,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How deeply art thou fallen of late!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To what a gulf of degradation,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">From such a height of power and station!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Your friends scarce recognize your face,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whose traits betray your foul disgrace:</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_22"></a>[22]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Should Franklin rise from out his grave,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He’d grieve to see thee such a slave;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Should Faust or Gutenberg arise,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How painful were their deep surprise,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To find their giant hopes decline</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To pigmy bantlings such as thine!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How grieved the Areopagite,<a href="#transnote" class="fnanchor">e</a></div> - <div class="verse indent0">Could he behold the sickening sight!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But why pursue this mournful tale?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Repinings now of what avail!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Halt, muse! If thus we rattle on,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When will our serious work be done?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We’ve thrown away much indignation;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Return we to our “demonstration.”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">His hinder parts from hot affray</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Are made to bear him swift away;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or, if the hounds of law pursue,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He bounds like buck or kangaroo;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Till, safe beyond the Atlantic wave</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His carcass and his dross he save;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He revels there like millionaire</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or nabob, for the vulgar stare,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Till, spurned by all good men with scorn,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He wishes he had ne’er been born,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And homeward turns in his vexation,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To find midst Copps some toleration.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A loyal tongue he sometimes wags,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But see those fangs and poison bags</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That he concealed beneath its root;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Touch not or death will be the fruit.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_23"></a>[23]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">But he our words will laugh to scorn,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Till from his face the mask is torn.</div> - <div class="verse indent16">(Dissecting him,)</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I rip him open! lo, his heart</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is foul and black in every part!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A cancerous ulcer gnaweth there,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Defying the healer’s skill and care;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Now with this probe its depths I sound;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ha! what is this that I have found?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A yielding something not quite rotten;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">What can it be? (Drawing it out on the point of his probe,)</div> - <div class="verse indent16">A ball of cotton!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“Zounds!” you exclaim’ “’Tis very odd!”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Not so, for cotton was his god;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His heart was in it. Do you start?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">It formed the nucleus of his heart;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And from the fire if he could save it,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Fame, party, Heaven itself, he’d brave it!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">His scull is soft—his head is sore;—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His brain is tainted to the core;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And on his brain-case you may trace</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A bump—the monarch of its race,—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Cobb-ativeness, so named from Cobb,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A bump that prompts to steal and rob;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Another near to it allied</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Takes name and function both from Floyd;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Two more hardby may strike your fancy,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">One named from Slidell, one from Yancey;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And one there is—the Davis bump,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In function strange as huge in lump;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_24"></a>[24]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">It fills its owner’s heart with fright,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And stamps him an Hermaphrodite!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And there are others quite congenial</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Which serve to mark the serf and menial.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But, Fowler, I owe you an apology,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I tramp on your coat tail, Phrenology.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">His nerves are dead in every sense,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His breath is rank and gives offense,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His flesh—I touch it with my blade;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of such the flunkey tribe is made,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The patient tribe who ready stand</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To execute their lord’s command,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Instant, or in or out of season,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nor e’en presume to ask a reason;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But do whate’er their masters say,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As Pitt was served by Castlereagh;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or as that king, named George the Third,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Was flunkeyed by his Tory herd,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who Washington and Freedom spurned,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And well the name of Tory earned,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Which to them and their race shall cling,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While streams shall flow or grass shall spring.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Now, Copperheads, in you I trace</div> - <div class="verse indent0">These marks of that accursed race;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The name of liberty you scorn,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Because you natural slaves are born:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Your love for despots you preserve,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Because you’re made express to serve:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">You worship pomp, and glare, and kings,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Because you are not men—but things;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_25"></a>[25]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">And wish for things in turn to do</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The like, and eat the dirt for you!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Not merely on your brain and heart</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is branded slave; on every part,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">On every muscle, joint and bone,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In every gesture, look and tone,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The flunkey we can hear and see,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Prepared to crook the supple knee</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To Jeff, for whom it is your pride</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To turn a traitor, parricide;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Your country, duty, all forgot;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And pray for this what have you got?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That just reward which you deserve,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As do all those that willing serve,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who might command, the despot’s scorn,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who loathes you as base flunkeys born,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whom having served his turn and pride,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With tools as base he flings aside!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Degenerate wretches! by what claim</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Dare you assert the freeman’s name?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">You are no freemen! no, not you;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But bantlings of that motley crew,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The blight of Europe and its dross,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Once borne the Atlantic tide across,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By hostile winds and angry waves,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Vile scum, to shame true freemen’s graves.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whate’er the scourge or rope had spared,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">What vice engendered, folly reared;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whatever monsters spring to life,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where foul disease and filth are rife;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_26"></a>[26]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Where men of wild, disordered brain</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Beget such nondescripts as Train;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or where some patriarch, dotard grown,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Gives name to children not his own,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As Cobb, Floyd, Yancey or Wigfall,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or Hammond, biggest snob of all;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">(Who ever knew such names to grace</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The chivalry of any race?)</div> - <div class="verse indent0">All such, by terror long repressed,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How raise aloft their murderous crest,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their venom concentrate in you,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To blight and scourge the world anew.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When o’er the land such seed is spread,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To plague the living—shame the dead,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">What wonder miseries should prevail,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And every evil life assail?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While hell’s black jaws yawn wide beneath,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And belch on high its sulphurous breath,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">What wonder Freedom’s glorious dawn</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is clouded by the infernal spawn?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The taint of crime will long remain</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Deep in the blood, though outward stain</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Be lost to view or whitewashed o’er,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Each generation more and more;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Till some occasion shall arise</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For throwing off the slim disguise;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Then instinct will assert its right,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As sure as evil loves the night!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Search through the records of all time,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">This is the history of crime;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_27"></a>[27]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Trace back the Slidells, Floyds and Cobbs,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And every wretch who steals or robs,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And all who kiss you to betray,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">From Judas to the present day;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">You’ll find them very much the same,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The taint’s transmitted with the name:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Else, while the eagle bares his breast,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Some thieving daw pollutes his nest!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For this let traitors bear the shame,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But Liberty is not to blame,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nor those who, in her happier day,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Were kindled by her orient ray;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">These did their duty, be it ours,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To strew their graves with living flowers,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And consecrate their deeds, while we</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Maintain this bulwark of the free,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The legacy they handed down;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">So we shall win a glorious crown,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like theirs, and through each coming age,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Our names shall glow on Freedom’s page.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CANTO_II">CANTO II.</h2> - -</div> - -<div class="epigram-container"> -<div class="epigram"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“Hail, holy light!”—<span class="smcap">Milton.</span></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="epigram-container"> -<div class="epigram"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“Paulo majora canamus.”—<span class="smcap">Virgil.</span></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container-canto"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">As, when some lone, half-foundered bark,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Pent up in Northern regions dark</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’Twixt icebergs and the rocky shore,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where wintry billows wildly roar;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_28"></a>[28]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Where howling winds around her rave</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And ocean yawns with many a grave;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The awe-struck crew are dumb with fear,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And shudder at the danger near;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But when, their toils and dangers past,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They reach their long lost homes at last,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their hearts rejoice in every breast,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And all enjoy the unwonted rest:—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As when some antiquarian sage,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Intent to read dame Nature’s page,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Through gloomy caverns threads his way,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Unmindful of the light of day,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And, only midst vile toads and snakes,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">At length to sense of danger wakes;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Then hastens forth to cheer his sight</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Once more, with God’s all-beauteous light;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">So I, till lately doomed to mourn</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Midst scenes of horror, joyful turn</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To others of more pleasing hue,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where worth and valor meet the view,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And in the patriot’s soul combine</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To light it with a ray divine.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I bless the man whose soul disdains</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To live by others’ toils and pains;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The bread procured by slavery’s groans</div> - <div class="verse indent0">From tortured flesh and aching bones,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To him were bitter as the fruit</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whose tree in hell sends deep its root;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The usurer’s ill-got gains he spurns;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">No widow through his grasping mourns;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_29"></a>[29]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">For him no serfs turn up the soil,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">No minions delve, no drudges toil;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But his own hands his wants supply,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">God’s fount allays his thirst when dry;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His wife and children are arrayed</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In garments their own hands have made;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">No guilty jewels deck their brow,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Procured by means—no matter how.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His loyalty is pure and strong,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He loves his country, “right or wrong;”<a href="#transnote" class="fnanchor">g</a></div> - <div class="verse indent0">If foes assail, he will not pause</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To cavil or discuss the cause;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or load the noble with abuse,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And skulk with this or that excuse.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">No, no, he scorns ignoble rest,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And as a patriot bares his breast,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The first in council, first in fight,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For God, his country, and the right.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For freedom he desires to live,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Which he to all would freely give;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And when at length he comes to die,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">No frightful phantoms meet his eye;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Resigned to Heaven he yields his breath,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His kindred dust to dust beneath.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In such, through God’s most gracious plan,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Behold the Christian gentleman;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The true republican behold.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As in our Washington of old.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Yes, yes, in him we recognise</div> - <div class="verse indent0">An “Israelite without disguise:”</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_30"></a>[30]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">And, Lincoln, thanks to heaven, we see</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A second Washington in thee;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Raised up to save the ship of State,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And pilot it through danger’s gate;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And many a noble spirit born</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To usher in a happier morn,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To light and cheer us on our way,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Through this dark night of wild dismay,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Roused by thy patriotic voice,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To serve their country, now rejoice.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A cloud was gathering o’er the sky,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And some perceived the danger nigh;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While others thought ’twould pass away,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like mists before the approaching day.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But when the mighty storm, at length,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Burst forth in all its fearful strength;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Few were prepared to realize</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The truth that seemed to paralyze</div> - <div class="verse indent0">All hearts, and fill them with dismay,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">At foul rebellion’s dread array,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In this our day, in this our land;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And scarcely could men understand,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That Freedom’s children could combine</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Her sacred fane to undermine;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To stigmatize her name and birth,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And blot her record from the earth.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’Twas, as they thought, some frightful dream</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Which dawn would scatter with its beam:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But when that wished-for dawn arose,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And shook them from disturbed repose;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_31"></a>[31]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">When Sumter’s guns boomed on the ear,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Reality took place of fear:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And then a storm of grief and rage</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Swept o’er the land, swept o’er the age:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The Nation shuddered to its core,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The shock was felt the wide world o’er;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Men roused themselves throughout the land,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To catch the word—the stern command.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And soon it flashed the wires along,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">(Thy voice, Abe Lincoln, clear and strong;)</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Which, quick as lightning’s rapid wing,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Was heard throughout the land to ring:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Rise, children, rise, your country calls</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To arms! or Freedom helpless falls;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Your Mother is assailed by foes,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Haste, haste, and ward from her the blows:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The assassin’s hand is on the knife,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And parricides assail her life!”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Thus called the watchman from the tower,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And millions answered in that hour;</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Lo! Father Abraham, we come,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Leave wife and children, house and home,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Leave social joys and friends refined,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Rend all the ties the soul can bind;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Our workshops and our farms we yield,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Our plowshares in the half-plowed field;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Our horses at the fence we tie,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And gird the sword upon the thigh,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_32"></a>[32]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">And haste to meet the foe in strife,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And battle for the Nation’s life.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Thus loyal men, on every side,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sprang forth all o’er our nation wide,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And offered up their lives, their all,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As incense at their country’s call.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The fair sex felt the patriot flame</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And to their country’s succor came;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And, careless of their own repose,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The part of the wise virgins chose.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The maiden bids her love, “good by,”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While the big tear drop dims her eye,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Which, yet, with haste she chides away,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Lest she some weakness might betray:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And, like the Spartan dame of yore,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When to her son the shield she bore,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Bade him return upon the same</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A corpse, or else come back with fame,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The tender mother bids farewell,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To that sweet boy she loves so well;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And binding round his waist the sword,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thus cheers his heart by deed and word:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“My only son, my darling boy,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’Twill fill your mother’s heart with joy,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To know this blade you nobly wield</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For freedom, in the tented field;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Let honor guide you in the strife,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And yield it only with your life.”</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_33"></a>[33]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">And, as the fearful conflict neared,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Such scenes as follow oft appeared:</div> - </div> - -<div class="poetry-container-subpoem"> -<div class="poetry"> - -<h3>THE EVE BEFORE THE BATTLE.</h3> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">’Twas the eve before the battle,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the men had taken leave</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of their lovely wives and sweethearts</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Who were left behind to grieve</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And think upon the morrow,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">What disasters might befall;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Hope flickered in each loving heart,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But fear prevailed with all,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Save one, a noble matron, who</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The mournful silence broke,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And rising with heroic mien,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Thus to her sisters spoke:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“Seven brave sons I’ve borne with pain,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And nurtured at my breast;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I’ve loved them well—but better still</div> - <div class="verse indent2">My country sore oppressed;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And when the sound of strife was heard</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Preparing through the land,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To each of my brave boys I gave</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A gun with mine own hand.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Oh joyful mother that I am,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">They will not brook a slave!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For happy homes and altars free</div> - <div class="verse indent2">They’re fighting with the brave;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They’re gone to join the patriot host</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_34"></a>[34]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">Encamped on yonder hill;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How proud I feel—the Pilgrims’ blood</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Flows through my heroes still!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And, as we parted then as now,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">My heart was free from pain;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“Come back free men to me,” I cried;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“Or never come again!”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ye Mothers of America,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Come now, with me unite;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And should we find a recreant son</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Returning from the fight,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Unbidden, without wound or scar,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Or wanting glory’s crown,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Let’s stone the craven wretch to death,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Or piecemeal hew him down.”</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And, how the sires have stemmed the flood</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That fills our land with grief and blood;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How well they bear the brunt of woe,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We learn from scenes like this below:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Not tales of fiction to appal,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But truths. Let one suffice for all!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">There lives near Elgin, Illinois,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A man whose wealth, five noble boys,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Was all he had to cheer his age,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And soothe life’s closing pilgrimage;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The call was heard; and, one by one,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He sent them forth with sword and gun;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_35"></a>[35]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">At Lexington his youngest fell,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And one at Shiloh by a shell:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A third at Pea Ridge lost his life,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With honor in that fearful strife;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">At Fredericksburgh’s terrific fray,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A fourth was swept from light of day;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His wife, borne down by sorrow’s wave,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Found consolation—in the grave.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of all his treasures one remained,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Which still the father’s hopes sustained:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Would Heaven this loved one soon restore,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To bless his aged eyes once more?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Alas! he too was doomed to sleep</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In death, and leave his sire to weep.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">At Murfreesboro he was shot;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His father mourned, for he was not!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But when the first rude pangs had passed,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the cold grave received his last,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He thanked his Father in Heaven that he</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Had thus been privileged to be</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The sire of Martyrs for the Right,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who fell in Freedom’s sacred fight.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His heavy loss he nobly bore,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And wished that God had given him more,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To offer at his country’s feet,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To make the sacrifice complete!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And hark that wild, yet glorious strain!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’Tis from the spirits of the slain;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whose privilege it was to fall,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">First victims, at their country’s call:</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_36"></a>[36]</span> - </div> - -<div class="poetry-container-subpoem"> -<div class="poetry"> - -<h3>SONG OF THE SPIRITS.</h3> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Our Mother, oh, our Country dear!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We heard thy cry for aid,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And, rending every other tie,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Thy voice we have obeyed!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">We left our plowshares in the field,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Our horses at the fence;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And, seizing weapons as we could,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We rushed to thy defense;</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Unflinching or in limb or rank,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And fighting hand to hand,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We’ve found our death-blow on the spot</div> - <div class="verse indent2">On which we took our stand.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Here gently rest we on the sod,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Fixed on high Heaven our glance;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Pierced, each, with honorable wounds,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And grasping gun or lance.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Our Mother, oh our country dear!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Our spirits now rejoice,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That we have found this gory bed,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Obedient to thy voice.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Oh, ’tis a glorious privilege</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Thy chosen sons to be,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To pour our life-blood in the cause</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of Freedom and of thee!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">That blood shall be the fruitful seed,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In fertile furrows cast,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of deeds heroic to thy sons,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">While Heaven and earth shall last;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_37"></a>[37]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">And, like the seed by Cadmus sown,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In ages long gone by,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’Twill raise a host of armed men,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Whose glory will not die!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Oh, Brothers! would you honor us,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As to us seemeth right;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To us erect no monument,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">No fulsome praise indite;</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">But, fight like men, as we have fought;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Meet death with fearless eye;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And thus our blood shall serve to tinge</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The dawn of Liberty!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">But, when the final hour had come,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Our braves should bid adieu to home;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ah! there were partings which might wake</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The soul to woe, and blanch the cheek;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For never more in converse sweet</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Might kindred souls and glances meet:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Then, many a tender wife confessed</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The anxious feelings of her breast;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And, as the fount of grief she woke,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thus to her husband, sobbing spoke:</div> - </div> - -<div class="poetry-container-subpoem"> -<div class="poetry"> - -<h3>PARTING FOR THE BATTLE.</h3> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent22"><span class="smcap">Wife.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">My husband, must we part? the battle rages;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With fell intent the rebel host engages,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And thou wilt fall untimely in the strife:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Think, think upon thy orphans wildly weeping</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_38"></a>[38]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">No hand to guard their waking hours or sleeping;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And oh, what pangs await thy widowed wife!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent22"><span class="smcap">Soldier.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Dear wife, it grieves my soul to leave thee lonely;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thee have I loved, Heaven witness, and thee only,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And these sweet treasures which our union bless;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But hark! our country on her brave sons calleth,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And if in her defense thy husband falleth,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Let this great glory soothe thy deep distress.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">For, when once more our glorious flag is flying</div> - <div class="verse indent0">O’er all the land, its envious foes defying,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Transcending e’en its ancient splendor’s pride;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Then, as the people cheer the emblem loudly,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Amongst the matrons thou canst stand up proudly</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And say, “for this my noble husband died.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">And when to youth and womanhood upspringing</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Our little ones shall hear the echoes ringing</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With deeds embalmed in fame’s immortal story;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Then shall their bosoms with proud feelings swelling</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Find consolation for their loss by telling;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“Our honored father shares this fame and glory.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent22"><span class="smcap">Wife.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">But thou, meantime, bereft of sense and feeling,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Shalt sleep, death’s cold embrace thy limbs congealing;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Thy home, thy love, thy country, all forgot;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Unknown to thee the glory of the nation—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Unseen its splendor, its regeneration;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">All these will be to thee as they were not!</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_39"></a>[39]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent22"><span class="smcap">Soldier.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">’Tis true death drowns man’s sense in Lethe’s slumber;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And ages pass without or note or number,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Yet love of home and country cannot die;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">My spirit from yon beautiful Elysian</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Rapt in the glory of ecstatic vision,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The loved of earth shall ever hover nigh.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">The brightest Angels round the throne eternal,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Gaze on no vision purer, more supernal,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Than Liberty by human virtue won:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The highest throne on God’s right hand in Heaven</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To him who for his country falls is given;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The Hero’s death is endless life begun!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">But soon the last “adieus” were said,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The kiss exchanged, the tear-drop shed,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And then our heroes, girt for fight,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Marched forth to battle in their might:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like a broad river on the plain</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That sweeps majestic to the main,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Now swelled by many a creek and rill</div> - <div class="verse indent0">From mountain side or verdant hill,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To which all barriers in its course,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But add fresh fury to its force;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">So, fierce, resistless, sweeps along</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Our Army’s torrent vast and strong,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Collecting strength and power each day</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By obstacles thrown in its way,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Till all surmounted, land and sea</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Shall bail the flag of Liberty.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_40"></a>[40]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">Of all that patriotic host</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Say, which should he extolled the most?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Since all with equal zeal awoke,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To save us from the despot’s yoke.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">From Maine to California’s shore,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We hear the wild, tumultuous roar:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">From the great river of the North,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To where Ohio sallies forth</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To join the Mississippi’s tide,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">On which our commerce free must ride;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">From Mississippi to the plains,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where miners delve for golden grains,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">All o’er this Northern continent,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">So lately smiling in content,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We hear the drums and bugles sound,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The tramp of squadrons o’er the ground,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">All ready for the glorious fight,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For God, for Liberty and Right!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And as they swiftly march along,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They wake the echoes with this song;</div> - </div> - -<div class="poetry-container-subpoem"> -<div class="poetry"> - -<h3>“DELENDA EST CARTHAGO.”</h3> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">When Rome’s great rival in the past,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The mighty Carthage, reared her head,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And o’er the earth her poison spread,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Man’s brightest hopes to blast;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The Patriot raised this earnest cry,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Pleading for right and Liberty,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">“Delenda est Carthago.”</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_41"></a>[41]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">When Hannibal the Alpine height</div> - <div class="verse indent0">O’erleapt, and swept the Italian plain,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And gained the field of Thrasymene,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And Cannæ’s dreadful fight;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Undaunted midst the wild uproar,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That voice rose louder than before,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">“Delenda est Carthago.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">This was the watchword of our sires,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When Britain, modern Carthage, tried</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To drown them in a crimson tide,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Midst tribulation’s fires:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Threats, tortures, blood, were all in vain,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For still they cried unmoved by pain,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">“Delenda est Carthago.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">At Lexington and Bunker Hill,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Quebec, Long Island, Valley Forge,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They bravely bore the brunt and scourge,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nor shrank beneath the ill;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Firm in the path of right they trod,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nor vainly vowed to Freedom’s God,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">“Delenda est Carthago.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">For this our chieftains drew the sword,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Our glorious heroes bled and died,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For this men’s souls were sorely tried;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The Nation pledged its word,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That wheresoe’er our flag unfurled</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The hope of freedom to the world,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">“Delenda est Carthago.”</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_42"></a>[42]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">What though one foe was prostrate laid,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Another lifts its snaky head</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Which slept but was not dead;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sheer weakness its assault delayed,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Till warmed by the breath of Liberty</div> - <div class="verse indent0">It coils to strike—Its sentence be</div> - <div class="verse indent4">“Delenda est Carthago.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Yes! “Carthage must be swept away,”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That stronghold of the tyrant race,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And Freedom must resume her place</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We, modern Romans, say;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Let echo waft this cry afar,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whate’er the price in peace or war,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">“Delenda est Carthago.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">The fiat has gone forth—the storm</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Evokes the millions with its sound,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who yon dear Union flag surround,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And point to slavery’s form;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Then, drowning the deep thunder’s roar,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They swell the cry from shore to shore,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">“Delenda est Carthago.”</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">What strongholds ’neath their torrent fell,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Let Donelson and Henry tell;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In Roanoake, Orleans, Newberne,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The rebels may a lesson learn;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where Butler, Farragut, Burnside,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Cut short Secessia’s regal pride:</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_43"></a>[43]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">And they must gnash their teeth and wail,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When Shiloh, Corinth, tell their tale.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their hordes to meet our few how weak</div> - <div class="verse indent0">At Pea Ridge, and at Wilson’s Creek;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where Curtis and brave Siegel taught</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A lesson with much wisdom fraught.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But Springfield gave us cause to weep;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">There Lyon laid him down to sleep.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The rebels how unfit to cope,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">At Island Number Ten, with Pope!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their “chivalry” how much at fault,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When Foote joined in the fierce assault!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nor can the treachery and shame</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of others tarnish Pope’s fair name;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Since he was left almost alone,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To cope with Lee at famed Bull Run,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where “Mac” and Porter checked his speed,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Withheld their aid in time of need,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And dashed the victory from his lips,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To save their rushlight from eclipse.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">At Champion Hill we thinned their host,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When we had won Arkansas Post;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where brave McClernand dealt the foe</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their great rebuff—most fatal blow;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To whom the Country should accord</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Fair play at least,—a cheap reward,—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Discard ingratitude, mistrust,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Be noble, generous, and just.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">At Antietam “brave little Mac”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The rebels swept; but, being slack</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_44"></a>[44]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">To follow up the hot pursuit,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The foe had leisure to recruit.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“Mac” might have cut them off with ease;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But “that was not his game,” quoth Keys.<a href="#transnote" class="fnanchor">h</a></div> - <div class="verse indent2">Let Hudson Port and Vicksburg heights</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Be, henceforth, safety’s beacon lights,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To warn the prudent off the rocks,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where rebel craft have met such shocks:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And, most tremendous of them all,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Let Gettysburg their souls appal;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where rebel hordes, misled by Lee,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Were forced by Meade to turn and flee;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And where by right their routed mass</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Should have received their “coup de grace.”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But this great glory was in store</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For those who triumphed oft before.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From Winchester and Fisher’s Hill</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Brave Sheridan (our glorious Phil.)</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The Shenandoah swept like fate,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where Early found himself too late;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And whence his successor, Longstreet,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Was forced to beat a long retreat,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sans guns, sans baggage, and sans breath,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Glad to escape pursuing Death!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Then, at Five Forks, he dealt the blow</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That laid the rebel squadrons low;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Bearded the lion in his den,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Defeating Lee and all his men;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whose skill and courage could not save</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His cause from its predestined grave;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_45"></a>[45]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Who fought till, overpowered at length,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He yielded to superior strength.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And at Atlanta, Sherman’s steel</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The rebels swept and made them reel;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Annihilated boastful Hood,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And drowned his hordes in seas of blood.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He swept Savannah on his way,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Till Charleston became his prey,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">(That den of rattlesnakes and Copps,)</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nor even there the torrent stops!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">It rolls along the Southern plain,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Till all resistance is in vain;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Holds Johnston’s barbarous hordes at bay,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Till Grant, at Richmond, wins the day;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Which ’neath his strokes is forced to yield,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And Lee and Davis quit the field:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Then Johnston too capitulates,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And bows to justice and the fates;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Rebellion’s suns thus set in night</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Extinguish every lesser light!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Grant, Sheridan, and Sherman pause</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Then only when the Union cause</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is crowned with victory’s success:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Grant promised and would give no less,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Should he be forced, in reason’s spite,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“All summer on this line to fight.”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">All honor to the glorious three</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who conquered Johnston, Hood, and Lee,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And to that brave,—that patriot band,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Which quelled rebellion in our land!</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_46"></a>[46]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Hail to the chief whose master-mind</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The moves strategic so combined</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That every check was big with fate,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Foreshadowing the grand checkmate!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And hark! the fearful struggle o’er,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their praise resounds from shore to shore;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The bells ring out a merry peal,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">All hearts the inspiration feel;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The drums and cymbals joyful sound,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Flags wave, and banners stream around;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The fair their pathway strew with flowers,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And bouquets rain in fragrant showers;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where’er they go the bonfires blaze,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And cannon thunder in their praise:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A grateful people everywhere</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Extol their deeds, their worth declare;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And bless them for this sweet release</div> - <div class="verse indent0">From war, and for a glimpse of peace.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And chief our noble Illinois</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is frantic with delight and joy;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She hails her son, a welcome guest,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Returning to his own dear West;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And, with his glorious patriot band,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thus bids him welcome to her strand:</div> - </div> - -<div class="poetry-container-subpoem"> -<div class="poetry"> - -<h3>ILLINOIS TO GEN. GRANT AND HIS COMRADES.</h3> - -<p class="center">(In the Great Hall of the Sanitary Fair, Chicago.)</p> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Illustrious heroes! welcome all!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thrice welcome to this princely hall!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With bounding pulse and hearts elate,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We hail your presence in our State,—</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_47"></a>[47]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">The prairie State, whose sons admire</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The leader’s worth, the soldiers’ fire;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whose daughters with unwearied zeal</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Our wounded heroes nurse and heal;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whose gifted bards can celebrate</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Those deeds which make her proud and great:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In her behalf, with hearty cheer,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The Garden City greets you here.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And, Grant, fit representative</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of all that Liberty can give;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Her guardian in the tented field,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The people’s strength, the country’s shield,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thrice welcome to thy Western home!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Our hearts are glad that thou art come.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In thee we take a noble pride;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Fain would we have thee here abide,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Until the people call thee hence,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To be their bulwark and defense</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In peaceful cares, as thou hast been</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In many a well-fought battle scene.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Thus coupled with thy conquering name</div> - <div class="verse indent0">May our great country shine in fame;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">May every grov’ling passion fly</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With violence and tyranny;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thus may the glorious reign commence</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of virtue and intelligence;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thus may our land at length become</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of brave and free the undoubted home:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Then would thy brightness shed a ray</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To cheer the wanderer on his way;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_48"></a>[48]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Then would thy cheering smile illume</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The lettered delver’s deep’ning gloom,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And give to learning, genius, art,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The sunshine of one patriot heart;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The soldier’s generous influence lend,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And be henceforth the poet’s friend!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">So may green bays adorn thy brow,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As thy fresh laurels grace thee now;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">So may all men, both East and West,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Rise up and hail thee “wisest, best;”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">So may the North and South unite,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To crown thee first in peace and right,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As all mankind, both near and far,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">E’en now, proclaim thee first in war!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And next, ye generous hearts who shared</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Your chieftain’s toils, and nobly dared;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Brave Sherman, Sheridan, and all</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whom we true patriots can call;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">All you who volunteered your aid</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When danger every heart dismayed;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who noble deeds have dared to write</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In lasting colors, “black and white,”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">On march, in battlefield, or camp,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By sea or river-margin damp,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or where our mailed “web-feet” could wade</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To point a gun or wield a blade;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To you, our well-tried Union friends,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Our hospitable State extends</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A standing invitation meet,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Such welcome as such men should greet;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_49"></a>[49]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">To you she shall be doubly bound,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">If oft her guests ye shall be found.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And, when your warlike duties cease,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Resume the nobler arms of peace;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Assist your chief to stem the tide</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of envy, hatred, malice, pride;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And as before with common mind</div> - <div class="verse indent0">You all against the foe combined;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">So now, against home foes unite,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nor pause ’till you have won the fight.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The rubbish cleared, the rock made bare,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Build up the enduring temple there;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">On which the thunder, hail, and rain,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And wind shall howl and beat in vain;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Then every shock it will withstand,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Because ’twill not be built on sand!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And now we pray, may Heaven preserve</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Your lives, your country long to serve</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With patriotic hands and hearts,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In social life and peaceful arts!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">So that when death shall come at last,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">You each may look upon the past</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With satisfaction, and exclaim;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“My country will preserve my fame:”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And men shall say your deeds who scan;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“Each died, as he had lived,—a man.”</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Thus universal joy and light</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Pervade our land late sunk in night;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_50"></a>[50]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">The clouds of grief have passed away;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The dawn gives promise of the day;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And hope, the polar star of life,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Succeeds to discord, gloom and strife.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The people count on happy years,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To compensate for blood and tears.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But ah! how brief is human joy;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">What bliss is free from base alloy!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Some note with its discordant jar</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The purest harmony will mar.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The “wires” convey a rumor dread,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That Lincoln, our great chief, is dead!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Yes, murdered by the assassin’s hand,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While joy pervaded all the land;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When victory had crowned our arms,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And freed us from war’s dread alarms;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And men would Sumter’s flag restore,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As it had been in days of yore;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And cause its folds once more to wave</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where vile Secession found its grave;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When Lincoln, freed from carking care,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Some leisure hours might hope to share;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To realise fair freedom’s cause,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And taste its fruits—a just applause;—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">It cannot be!—’tis but a dream,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To cloud bright hope’s translucent beam!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">An effort vain to turn aside</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Attention from fair pleasure’s tide!—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Let joy abound! we cannot stay</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The car triumphal on its way.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_51"></a>[51]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">But hark, once more, that dreadful knell</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That haunts us like a weird spell!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A dismal sound like stifled sigh,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That rises to a wail or cry!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Dread rumor spreading as she springs,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sheds poison from her baleful wings,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Infecting mortals as she goes,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And stirring up their fount of woes.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Alas! our Lincoln is no more;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His loss the nation must deplore!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And lo! she robes herself in weeds,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While her great heart within her bleeds;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And hark the people’s doleful strain</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For their great Chief untimely slain!</div> - </div> - -<div class="poetry-container-subpoem"> -<div class="poetry"> - -<h3>ABEL MISRAIM.</h3> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">A mighty man is fallen in Israel:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In Israel a mighty Chief is fallen!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ye daughters of Jerusalem, lament,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ye sons of Israel, bewail your loss!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He fell, but not like Jacob, ripe in years</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And dim of sight, his work accomplished,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Surrounded by his sons and his sons’ sons</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To the fifth generation, blessing all</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And bidding them farewell; but like to Moses,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Catching a glimpse of the fair promised land</div> - <div class="verse indent0">From Pisgah’s top, forbid to enter it,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And there enjoy the fruit of all his toil.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With eye not dimmed, and with his natural force</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Still unabated, he has fallen asleep:</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_52"></a>[52]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Yet not by God’s behest. Like Absalom</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He fell by violence: a nation mourns,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And will not be consoled, as David mourned</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For Absalom, his son. As Rachel wept</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Her children, for they were not, so America</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Weeps for thy fate, our father and our friend;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And cries: “My father, Lincoln, would that I</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Could die for thee, my father, Abraham!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Abraham, my father, would that I could die</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Instead of thee, my father, oh, my father!”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And she has draped her graceful limbs in weeds,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In drapery of mourning all too weak</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To give expression to her speechless woe!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Behold her drooping o’er her honored dead,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Her grief too deep for tears: and there she stands</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Gazing intently on his ghastly wounds</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whence blood and brain are oozing, and she cries:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“Behold the work of treason! lo, the deed</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of parricides who lifted up their hands,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their murderous hands, against their father’s life,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Against their benefactor and their friend!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whose soul was ever gentleness and love,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who would have gathered ’neath our glorious flag,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">E’en as a hen doth gather her young brood</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Beneath her wings, his own rebellious sons,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But they would not! Behold him stark and stiff,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The innocent one, the guileless and the just,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who for our sins has drunk this bitter cup!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Oh, had it passed away and he been spared!</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_53"></a>[53]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">As Jesus suffered for the human race,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">So Lincoln suffered for a nation’s crime,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">On that same day on which the Saviour died!”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Unveil his face, and note that saintly head</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Disfigured by those gashes whose red mouths</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Cry, not for vengeance, but for mercy still</div> - <div class="verse indent0">E’en towards his murderers! Shall Justice sleep,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Because his gentle spirit wills it so?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Shall God’s right hand be stayed from smiting all</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who in this deed of hell have taken part?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who sanction it by word or act? Not so!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">If men keep dumb, then shall the stones speak out,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And raise a loud, a shrill heaven-piercing cry,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And call upon the thunderbolts to strike</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The guilty monsters who have done this deed!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or should these linger, may a blight from God</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Fall on their fields, their houses and their flocks!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As outcasts may they wander o’er this earth,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The mark of Cain upon their foreheads set!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">May every heart of matron, man and maid</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Be steeled against them, and no pity soothe</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their hours of dark despair, until that life</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Which cowardice would screen from justice now</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Become a burden, and they call on death,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But call in vain, to end their wretchedness!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">They have embalmed our chief, even as of old</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The patriarch in Egypt was embalmed;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For whom they mourned full three score days and ten.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But for our patriarch, three score years and ten,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_54"></a>[54]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Nay, time itself will scarce suffice to mourn;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And not alone his native land, but all</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The lands and races of the earth shall mourn!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where’er the name of Liberty is known,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or where the faintest whispers of it reach;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For in his life she too has been assailed.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">From Cape de Verde to Guardefui’s rock,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">From Table Mountain to Calabria’s shore,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">From Calpe to the Ural hills, and thence</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To dusky Ind and Siam, and the coasts</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of yellow China and far off Japan;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">From the Antarctic to the howling caves,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where ocean thunders ’neath the Northern Bear;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Through all the Atlantic and Pacific isles,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The mournful echoes, catching up the wail,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Shall swell the diapason of our woe,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And men shall shudder when they hear the strain.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And as the heavens were darkened, and the sun</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Was veiled in sorrow, and the earth was rent,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">On that sad day when Christ, the Saviour, died,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Even so a gloom and horror shall brood o’er</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Men’s moral sense—so shall their hearts be rent</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With grief and horror, when they hear this cry,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Until the very tyrants on their thrones</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who gloat o’er this huge crime—whose lavish gold</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And words of cheer have served perhaps to nerve</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The assassin’s hand to do this frightful deed—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Shall tremble for their work and topple down,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Even as the idols in their temples fell</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Before the glory of the Ark of God.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_55"></a>[55]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And as the patriarch, Jacob, was inurned</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In Canaan, in the cave of Machpelah,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Which Abraham bought of Ephron, and in which</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He and his loved Sarah slept in peace;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where Isaac and Rebecca took their rest,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And Jacob buried Leah: so our Chief</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Will soon be gathered to his kin, and laid</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Beneath the turf of his own Illinois,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To whose fair name his own immortal fame</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Shall add fresh luster, while this earth endures.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And <span class="allsmcap">SPRINGFIELD</span>, proud to guard the patriot’s dust</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Shall be henceforth a <span class="allsmcap">MECCA</span> to the sons</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of freedom, temperance and Christian love,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To make their pilgrimages to that spot,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And bend in reverence at the good man’s shrine,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The second Washington, as men have bowed,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And ever will do honor, to the first!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And as the Canaanites, when they observed</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The grief of Israel’s children round his grave,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And heard their lamentations loud and long,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Said, “This is a grievous mourning to the Egyptians,”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And Abel Misraim named that sacred place;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">So all the nations scattered o’er our globe,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Noting our grief, and listening to the cry</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of our great sorrow, shall exclaim, “Behold!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">This is a grievous mourning to the Free!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their wail of woe goes up from all the land</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For Abraham Lincoln, their dear martyred Saint!”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And these will join us in our sorrowing,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_56"></a>[56]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">And tears shall flow in streams from every eye,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And sobs from every heart, till all mankind</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Shall mourn in unison, and the whole earth</div> - <div class="verse indent0">One mighty <span class="allsmcap">ABEL MISRAIM</span> shall be named!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CANTO_III">CANTO III.</h2> - -</div> - -<div class="epigram-container"> -<div class="epigram"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“Hark! from yon stately ranks what laughter rings,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Mingling wild mirth with war’s stern minstrelsy;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His jest while each blithe comrade ’round him flings,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And moves to death with military glee;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Boast, Erin, boast them, tameless, frank and free,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In kindness warm, and fierce in danger known;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Rough Nature’s children, humorous as she;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And he—yon chieftain—strike the proudest tone</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of thy bold harp, green isle, the hero is thine own.”—<span class="smcap">Sir Walter Scott.</span></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="epigram-container"> -<div class="epigram"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“Thy songs were made for the pure and free;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They shall never sound in slavery.”—<span class="smcap">Moore.</span></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="epigram-container"> -<div class="epigram"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“Hereditary bondsmen, know ye not</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who would be free, themselves must strike the blow?”—<span class="smcap">Byron.</span></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container-canto"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Though slavery in its dying throe</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Has done its worst,—has struck the blow</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That robbed us of our noblest son,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And deemed a triumph it had won;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Yet all its efforts have been vain;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With Lincoln “Mercy hath been slain!”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Thus blinded by their foolish rage</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A desperate war the despots wage;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">One martyred patriot falls, ’tis true;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But millions more spring up to view,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who maddened by this dastard stroke</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The vengeful furies fierce invoke;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_57"></a>[57]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Like bloodhounds, with terrific yell</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Pursue the demons to their hell;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Till, fastening in their flesh their fangs,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They gloat in their tremendous pangs.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The place by Lincoln vacant left</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is of his tenderness bereft;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And filled by one of purpose stern</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who can ’twixt right and wrong discern;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who gives to justice its due course,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And puts his country’s laws in force.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Yes! Johnson bravely steels his heart</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Against seduction’s wily art;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Its blandishments and snares ignores,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While high o’er passion’s waves he soars,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Resolved to save the Ship of State,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In spite of rebels, hell and fate.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Thus retributive justice woke</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Swift vengeance with unerring stroke,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">On each assassin’s guilty head;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And now behold them stark and dead!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Booth, like a wild beast, by a ball</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Which freed him from life’s torturing thrall:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That female fiend, Surratt, strung up</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With Payne has drunk death’s bitter cup;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A warning to the desperate band</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of vixens who infest our land.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Harold and Atzeroth must share</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The feast of death and “dance on air!”</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_58"></a>[58]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">And Davis trembling for his fate</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His turn to swing is forced to wait;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His soul by conscious guilt consumed</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Feels all the pangs that gnaw the doomed:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like Cyclops gloating o’er his feast,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The gallows gapes to gulp him last;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While the vile scum who helped the plot</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Are left in dungeons damp to rot;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like toads, to poison with their breath</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whate’er they touch,—their touch is death.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">What though our arms once met rebuff</div> - <div class="verse indent0">At Richmond, Bull Run and Ball’s Bluff;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where imbeciles or traitors led</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Our hosts to murder’s gory bed;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where thousands perished in the fight,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And thousands more were put to flight;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where noble Baker fought so well,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And with his comrades fighting fell:—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Such obstacles but swelled the tide</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That swept the rebels’ strength and pride;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And merely served to whet the scythe</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That lately made their columns writhe;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And but postponed the reck’ning day</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When they the bill and costs should pay.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">For all our well-fought fields attest,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That Right alone by Heaven is blessed;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And that the wrong cannot prevail,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Though hell our Union cause assail.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_59"></a>[59]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">All efforts us to thwart, subdue,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Recoil upon the rebel crew,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To whom of every hope bereft</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That last, sad ditch alone is left!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">That last, sad ditch?—think, friends, just think,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The “chivalry” shiver on its brink,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And fear to plunge! And see, oh fie!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like common hacks, they bolt and shy;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Seek safety—some in swamps and boats,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And some in hoods and petticoats!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But still, ye mudsills ’grimed with dirt,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“Take care, some of you may get hurt!”<a href="#transnote" class="fnanchor">i</a></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Then let us raise to Heaven our voice</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In grateful chorus, and rejoice,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That never, since the world began,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">More glorious shone the freeborn man;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And in no nation old or young</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Has love of country proved more strong:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Not Greece in her most palmy days</div> - <div class="verse indent0">More nobly earned the meed of praise,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When her ten thousand heroes won</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Immortal fame at Marathon;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or when at Salamis she hurled</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Those bolts which fired and saved the world;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or at Platæa swept the plain,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where Persia’s hordes opposed in vain;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or, at Thermopylæ’s dread pass,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The band led by Leonidas</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_60"></a>[60]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Laid down their lives, a holocaust,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To stay the foe’s invading host:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Not Rome when fierce, barbaric bands</div> - <div class="verse indent0">O’erran her city, towns and lands;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or at Cannæ or Thrasymene,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where thousands of her sons were slain;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Not Winkleried or William Tell</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who fighting for their country fell;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Not Kosciusko ’midst the storm</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That prostrate laid his manly form;—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Displayed more dignity of soul,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">More sacrificing self-control,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Than in our country’s cause appeared,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When danger for her life was feared:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For still we cried, though suffering sore;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“We come six hundred thousand more;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">No shrinking and no compromise</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With God’s and nature’s enemies;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And, while a man or dime remains,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We’ll march, fight, rend the tyrants’ chains!”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Then all, save copperheads alone,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Stood for the sacred Union—“one,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Eternal, indivisible,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where Freedom must and shall prevail!”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Well might the despots of the earth</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who envy us our freemen’s birth,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Well might they pause in their career,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ere they with us should interfere;—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And shrink in terror from the look</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of men who will no despots brook;—</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_61"></a>[61]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Who, taught to wield the gun and sword,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Hurl fierce defiance at their horde!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And let our gratitude extend</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To every soul who proved a friend</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When danger rendered friendship sweet;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Let generous acclamations greet</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Each noble nationality</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Which then stood by our Liberty:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Henceforth let one dear common name</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of “brother” share one common fame.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Conspicuous ’midst that glorious throng</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Our Irish heroes march along;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The good, the gallant and the free,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And chant the hymn of Liberty!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Above them Freedom’s banners wave,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Beneath them yawns—the Southern grave!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They march with laughter, song and cheer,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And mock at danger, jest at fear!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ye wives and sweethearts, weep and mourn,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For few will ever home return!<a href="#transnote" class="fnanchor">j</a></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The Irish heart, impelled by Right,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is prompt to meet the foe in fight:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Enough! the flag which it adored</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is sullied by the rebel horde;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Enough to rouse its holiest flame,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“Your country is exposed to shame,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Rise, patriots, rise!” They hear the call,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And lo! they stand like solid wall</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_62"></a>[62]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Of fire, prepared to stem the tide,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And of rebellion check the pride!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Woe to the foe that waits to feel</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The desperate onset of their steel!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The wild tornado’s furious force</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Were less tremendous in its course.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Ye heroes famed at Fontenoy,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Look down from Heaven with pride and joy</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Upon your sons for freedom made,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Here marshalled in a new “brigade,”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whose fame on many a well-fought field</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To yours in glory shall not yield;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But both shall be transmitted down,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Equal in honor and renown,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Through every age and every clime,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Till angels sound the knell of time.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">In every field for freedom won,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Since Mercer, friend of Washington,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thy sons, green Erin, foremost stood,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And free as water poured their blood.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Bear witness, ye immortal plains,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where Jackson fought at New Orleans,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where Albion’s lion shook his mane,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And furious lashed his sides in vain,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And, with a terror-stricken roar,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Slunk off to reappear no more.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Bear witness too, ye glorious fields</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of Mexico, where, led by Shields</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_63"></a>[63]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Their valor turned the tide of war,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And victory chained to freedom’s car!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And now with joy we see once more,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That noble spirit proudly soar,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">On eagle pinions to sustain</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their country on th’ ensanguined plain.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">What host presents a nobler front</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To hostile rage, or bears its brunt</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With more heroic soul than they;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or who more dreadful in the fray?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">At first Bull Run with Corcoran,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">At Lexington with Mulligan,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They bore the storm almost alone,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nor yielded till all hope was gone;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And had their efforts been sustained</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By valor such as they maintained,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Those sad disasters, judges say,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Had surely rolled the other way.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">At Winchester with Shields again</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Our heroes swept of foes the plain;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Achieved the glory, in that fight,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of putting “Stonewall’s” hordes to flight!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Throughout those seven disastrous days,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Near Richmond, too, they won fresh bays,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When little Mac “triumphant” made</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That “brilliant” movement retrograde.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Wherever danger threatened most,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Wherever pressed the rebel host,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">There Meagher and his men were found</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To battle for each inch of ground;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_64"></a>[64]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Their ready steel the foe beat back,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And glory gained from each attack;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Until, all toil and danger past,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They rested on their arms at last.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Antietam’s field can also tell,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How well they fought, how nobly fell;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Till Fredericksburgh’s twice fatal fray</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Had almost swept their ranks away:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For each true-hearted Irishman</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Will glory court in danger’s van,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And, last to quit the blood-stained field,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Will die before he basely yield!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Heroic sons of injured sires,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whose bosoms burn with patriot fires;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whose souls abhor the tyrant lord,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In freedom’s cause still wield the sword,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nor sheath it while a rebel foe</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Assails the land to which you owe</div> - <div class="verse indent0">All gratitude for blessings given;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Then “register” a vow in Heaven,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That you shall neither pause nor rest,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nor pleasure culture in your breast,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Till you’ve expelled the monsters vile</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who trample on your own green Isle;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The traitors who enslave her sons,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Her daughters and their little ones!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The copperheads who wield their power</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Her limbs to torture and devour;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_65"></a>[65]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Who with base despots here conspire</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To light our fratricidal fire,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That freedom in the flame may fall,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And one black ruin sweep us all!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Rest not, until your Isle become</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“Plurium una,”—“of many one!”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where union sweet and love divine</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Two kindred flags in one combine;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The green of earth with heaven’s soft blue,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The stars, stripes, harp and shamrock too;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And, o’er your isle, sublime and free</div> - <div class="verse indent0">These emblems float of Liberty!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Then shall Columbia’s children sing</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Hosannas to the eternal King,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And join with Erin’s sons to praise</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The Lord of nations and of grace,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their anthem, “Hail, Columbia,”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“Green Erin hail,—slan lat go bragh!”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">It seems invidious to extol</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A few on the great muster roll,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Since all who for the right contend,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And all who freedom’s cause befriend,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Are noble, and have justly won</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Fame bright and lasting as the sun.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I these record to put to shame</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The drabs who claim the Irish name,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But lack that generous Irish heart</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Which ever with the free takes part,—</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_66"></a>[66]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Detests the traitor and the knave,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And loathes and spurns the willing slave:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nor would I recognise the base</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As appertaining to the race,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Did I not know they were abused</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By demagogues, and thus misused;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And, therefore, not so much to blame</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As those who glory in their shame.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">These once were serfs of Europe’s soil,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For some great lord condemned to toil,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With little else save roots to eat,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">At intervals a scrap of meat;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Deprived of intellectual light,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And doomed to endless toil and night;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Hard lot! but hope’s benignant ray</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Still pointed to a happier day,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In scenes beyond the Atlantic wave,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That owned no despot, serf nor slave,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But where the humblest son of toil</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Was free in freedom’s chosen soil!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Perhaps some friend had gone before</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And paved your way to that fair shore;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or you had never reached that land,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whose very streams roll golden sand;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But you arrive and burst your chain,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Free amongst freemen,—so remain,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And hand to generations down</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That boon more precious than a crown:</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_67"></a>[67]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">But do not change your freeman’s heart</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To that of tyrant! Ha, you start!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Do you forget, in days of yore,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Your sufferings on your native shore,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Which ought, but did not, give a home,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And how you longed for one to come?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Do you remember how your soul</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Rebelled against th’ unjust control</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of those who used you worse than brute,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whose scourge you bore and yet kept mute?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Don’t you your children’s cries recall,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Which might the stoutest heart appall,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their hunger and their deep distress,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their shiverings and their nakedness;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And how you taught their infant tongues</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To curse the cause of all your wrongs?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And shall you turn a tyrant now,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And wear the despot on your brow?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Shall you whose scanty fare was roots,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But richer now by blacking boots,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Rise like O’Bulger and such hacks,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And fling your brogues at heads of blacks,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And trample the poor wretches down</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To gulfs as deep as were your own?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Your country cries; “My sons, for shame,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Shall you too fan the tyrant’s flame?”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">’Tis thus with “Jack” who feels his oats,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Before his eyes a phantom floats;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He makes oblivion serve his need,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When he would act the noble steed;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_68"></a>[68]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">He kicks, he plunges, and no sneers</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Can point him to his monstrous ears;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The swift he banters to the race,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And, for a time, keeps up his pace;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But wind and metal soon give out;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“Why, Jack, what brings this change about?”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Quoth Jack, “My boasted sire, alas,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Was after all an humble ass!”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">O Heavipaugh, why did you dare</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Yourself with Nimblefoot compare?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ambition’s draught why did you quaff,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And thus provoke the wild horse-laugh?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Had you forgot that hunting raid,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When you the lion’s skin displayed,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Until detected by your ears,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Your real character appears?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How will you this new shame abide?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent14"><span class="smcap">Jack</span>—</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Shame penetrate a donkey’s hide?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent14"><span class="smcap">Scalpel</span>—</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">So far, I grant, you are secure;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’Tis yours to plod, to serve, endure;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Within the bounds that nature gave,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Rest satisfied, nor wider crave.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The class of Irish thus misled</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Are sound of heart, though weak of head,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Weak,—not from lack of mental force,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of this they are the fruitful source;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_69"></a>[69]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">And from that matchless source have sprung</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The gifted both in brain and tongue,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The patriot, soldier, statesman, bard;—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their weakness is the slave’s reward;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Hemmed in with triple walls of brass,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Through which no ray of light could pass,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Cribbed, cabined, hampered and confined,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">What were the strongest human mind?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The miracle in this consists,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That any virtue still exists</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In souls, from childhood crushed and taught</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To curb each rising, freeborn thought</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Which might disturb the tranquil flow</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of that mysterious stream, below</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whose placid surface monsters glide,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And despots base defile the tide.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">What matter? there “the ignoble mass”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Must let all crimes unchallenged pass,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nor dare by gesture, look or tone,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Transgress this law, “let us alone!”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Jeff. Davis saw its power for evil,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And cribbed this wrinkle from the Devil,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And hence with wild and frenzied tone,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">All Dixie screams; “Let us alone!”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Thus “nigger-whippers” steeped in lust</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Cry, “Sirs, in us put all your trust;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nor question what we do or say,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Pursue whatever course we may:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’Tis true—we scourge—the niggers groan—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">What matter? are they not our own?</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_70"></a>[70]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">We from the husband tear the wife,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Yet don’t we lead a decent life?—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The child snatch from its mother’s breast,—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Our flesh and blood sell with the rest;—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But, sir, are not they too our own?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Take warning, then, let us alone!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Our institution!—’Tis divine,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Its influence is most benign;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Its power for good you must not blast,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The world without it were a waste:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">It is our temple’s corner stone,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And every one will doubtless own</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’Tis laid on this undying truth</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Which we have first unmasked, in sooth,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And spread before the world at large,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">(How can the world this debt discharge?)</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That negroes are beneath the whites,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And, therefore, they can have no rights</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Which white men need respect; their race</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Are doomed as slaves, sans end, sans grace:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Outsiders must not interfere,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We are the only judges here;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Though millions in our chains should groan,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Hands off, let slavery alone!”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As certain teachers tell their dupes,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">(The bigot’s zeal nor flags nor droops;)</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That no salvation for the soul</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Exists, save that which they control;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And all who will not bend the knee</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To them must howl in misery,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_71"></a>[71]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">So Jeff. declares there’s no salvation</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For those who love the “proclamation;”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And that a heresy so bold</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Must keep its vot’ries in the cold.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Let Massachusetts cry in vain</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Upon her own apostle, Train,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To whom the key of Afric’s Heaven</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Has been by Jeff. and Stevens given,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">No entrance to that paradise</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Can ever glad her recreant eyes,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Until repentant and heart-sick,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She cease to be a heretic,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And turn her face to Mecca’s shrine,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And swear, that slavery is divine!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">If doctrines such as these impart</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their sting to many an honest heart,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">What wonder if the poison spread</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Contagion to the weaker head?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">What wonder, that of all mankind</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The most corrupt in heart and mind,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The refuse of the scourge and rope,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of whose reform we have no hope;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">What wonder, if such men assail</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The simple heart, they should prevail?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But can this tyranny endure,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or can their triumph be secure?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">No! for the honest still are strong</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To choose the right, eschew the wrong;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their virtues to themselves they owe,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their faults from other sources flow;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_72"></a>[72]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">When led aright they nobly stand,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The bulwarks of fair freedom’s land;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But, if by traitors led astray,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their wrath may slumber for a day,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Till, roused at length to furious rage,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">It sweep the monsters off the stage.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CANTO_IV">CANTO IV.</h2> - -</div> - -<div class="epigram-container"> -<div class="epigram"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“Still her old empire to restore she tries,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For born a goddess Dullness never dies.”—<span class="smcap">Pope.</span></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container-canto"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The builder or the architect,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who would a nobler work erect,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Must needs discard the beam or spar</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That would its strength or beauty mar:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">So who would build the Commonweal,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Must labor with unwearied zeal,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To cull materials sound and tried,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And useless lumber fling aside;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And guard our franchises with care,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Since their abuse hangs on a hair.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">’Tis terrible to contemplate,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That all the glory of the State,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nay, its existence, as doth seem,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Rests on a baseless, airy, dream;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_73"></a>[73]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">A phantom which we try to clasp,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But which forever mocks our grasp,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The ghost which thousands have pursued,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The whim of the great multitude!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Experience teaches, through all time,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In every age and every clime,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That virtuous wisdom in each realm</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Should man the ship, direct the helm.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">What merchant sends his bark afloat,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Manned by a loose, promiscuous vote</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of those who know nor rope nor chart,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nor Charles’ Wain from farmer’s cart?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And yet, the nobler Ship of State</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We leave to more ignoble fate;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The shuttle-cock of partisans,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whose breath or mans it or unmans;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And, through base demagogues, inflates</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Its sails to flout destruction’s gates.<a href="#transnote" class="fnanchor">l</a></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">You say, “the Fathers so ordained,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And their decree must be sustained.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Not so! The Fathers, wise and just,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Scorned to betray their country’s trust;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They framed a government the best</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That this low world has ever blessed;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Based on this great and noble plan,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Th’ inherent dignity of man,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His virtue, wisdom and his worth;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And these, they hoped, would soon shine forth,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_74"></a>[74]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">From out the ruin and the waste,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Wherein his soul had been debased.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They hoped, the day star soon would rise,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To purify our moral skies;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That, as the shades were swept away,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Grim night should yield to endless day;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That men, once freed from slavery’s chain,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Would not relapse, but free remain!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That taught by suffering they would prove</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For suffering slaves a christian love:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That, as material wealth should flow,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Mind with it should progress below;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As Heaven abundant means should pour,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Schools should increase the land all o’er,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That learning, science, glorious art,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Should be diffused through every part;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That palaces should rise sublime,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Filled with the wealth that mocks at time!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where invalids should be made whole</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By balm that heals the broken soul;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And that the good, the learned and wise,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Should nobly wear the well-earned prize;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And every worker, statesman, bard,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Should there receive his just reward;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And not, as now, degraded stand,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To humbly bow, with hat in hand,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To proud officials raised to power,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By some base impulse of the hour.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Must genius grovel for its pay,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like useless lumber stowed away,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_75"></a>[75]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">In some official desk or camp,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To mix and mell with every scamp,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A serf,—a bureaucratic slave,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Court jester, beef-eater or knave;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And not amongst the noblest shine,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In its own right and light divine?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">My soul revolts when it surveys</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The injustice of former days!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And grieves to find our own as vile</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As those which dimmed the olden style;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The days when Israelites selfwilled</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The prophets stoned, the poets killed,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The days when slavish English churls</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their rhymers starved and worshiped earls;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who Shakspeare’s record left to fade,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Because he had not begged their aid;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who suffered Milton, blind and poor,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To starve, or beg from door to door,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As old, blind Homer did before.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who scoffed at Dryden ’reft of hope</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And for his wealth who envied Pope;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who gorged their sybarites with sweets,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And doled the poorest skink to Keats;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who Savage left, oh, how unwilling,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To praise his last,—his “Splendid Shilling;”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who mocked at Johnson’s feet unshod,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While Chesterfield they deemed a god;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who drove poor Burns to blank despair,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">O’erwhelmed with toil, with debt and care;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_76"></a>[76]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">They wronged him, as themselves allow,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And thus they wrong poor Wingate now.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Yes! Wingate sweetest strains has sung,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His nerves to tenderest feeling strung</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Still vibrate to the slightest touch</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of love or pain, alas, too much!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Yet he is left to strive or pine</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For bread, deep in the dark, damp mine;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">There doomed to crawl on hands and knees;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or if he seek a moment’s ease,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He twists for rest upon his back,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His upturned face with coal dust black,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And forces from th’ unwilling earth</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Those diamonds which make bright their hearth.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Though known to all is his appeal,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’Tis met by all with hearts of steel;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Although a trifling aid would raise</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The bard to his appropriate place.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Men read his works and shake their head,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Because he is a collier bred;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They meet the man and pass him by,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While Tennyson they deify!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Because, true flunkeys as they are,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They prize not worth but tinsel glare,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And spurn the diamond, rough, unhewn,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For one that glitters near a throne.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But let stern justice hold the scales,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And see with which true worth prevails;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The collier, not the Laureate, bard</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Will claim the palm by her award.<a href="#transnote" class="fnanchor">m</a></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_77"></a>[77]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">The Laureate bard! again my soul</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Can scarce maintain its self-control!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Oh Tennyson! how can you bend</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Your bardic spirit to such end?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Your wages twenty pounds a year,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With butt of wine and keg of beer!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Your credit on the royal books</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is scarce one third a third rate cook’s;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Yet you must sing and daub with praise</div> - <div class="verse indent0">All those who bask in fortune’s rays;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">You must uphold the Church and State,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Those pillars that make Britain “Great,”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Which proudly claims “to rule the waves,”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For “Britons never can be slaves!”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">You gild this cunning, artful, lie</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With tinsel and with sophistry!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">This is your business, this your trade;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For this your office has been made!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Nor dare you hint, that men have rights</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As well as duties; that the lights</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of knowledge which your masters hoard</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Should free as sunlight shine abroad!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And that the people’s wealth enjoyed</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By drones might better be employed,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In raising up from moral graves,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Your worse than dead, your worse than slaves!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That public schools should be maintained,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In which the masses might be trained</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To rise to self-respect and power,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nor slumber out life’s listless hour,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_78"></a>[78]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">In apathy, bereft of hope,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Still doomed with poverty to cope;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To stagnate in its festering pool,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The scorn and butt of every fool;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Till every trace of manhood fade,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And rust the heart and soul invade;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Through which disease and swift decay,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like vultures, on their vitals prey!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Nor dare you hint, that as I write,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While some three hundred wield the might,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The millions of the British race</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Still bear the slave-mark on their face!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That, save a few of Norman blood,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The mass are swallowed by a flood</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of tyranny and priestcraft still,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As gross as in the days of “Will,”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The first of Normans, now so famed,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who well the conqueror has been named.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Of thirty millions whom I quote,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Scarce half a million have a vote;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And, worst of mockeries, and shame!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nine tenths of these have but the name,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">These are the serfs, by force or law,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of those who bribe or overawe;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">So that of all Britannia’s crew,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How many truly free, say you?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">You “dare not reckon!”</div> - <div class="verse indent24">Dare you guess?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">About three hundred, more or less;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_79"></a>[79]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Yet still “Britannia rules the waves,”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And “Britons never shall be slaves!”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Such freedom is an iron chain</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Which binds the people to the plain;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Lest they, like earth-born giants, rise</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And pile up mountains to the skies,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whence kings and their proud hosts be hurled</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Down headlong to this nether world;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their kingcraft and their tinsel-glare</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Exposed to the rude vulgar stare;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And all their strength long based on fear</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Should, in a twinkling, disappear!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Such freedom is a monstrous cheat,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A whited sepulchre complete!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">An empty phantom robed in pride,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">All beautiful to those outside;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A baseless fabric built on air,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">At distance seeming bright and fair;—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But touch it, and it crumbles down,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A heap of rubbish with a crown!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A den of crime, of vice and sin,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">All worms and rottenness within!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A flickering, phosphorescent, ray,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That springs from bodies in decay,<a href="#transnote" class="fnanchor">n</a></div> - <div class="verse indent0">To warn the Nations to keep clear,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And straight through right to Freedom steer!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Good Heavens! it almost drives me mad,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To hear each simpering, yard-stick lad,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_80"></a>[80]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">And every pettifogging ass,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With brain of lead and brow of brass,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Hiss thus; “We want a one-man rule,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Self-government’s an arrant fool!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Look to Great Britain, how she shines,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While every blessing she combines!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">An aristocracy and king</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For us were good, were just the thing!”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">In such event, apes, where were you?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Too mean to black the servant’s shoe,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or sweep the mud from off his track,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Too mean the “nigger’s” boots to black;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">What place to suit you could be found,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Save yon foul nightman’s stifling round?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">But, Tennyson, what chain should bind</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The bard, the eagle of the mind,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And hold him down from mounting high,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And soaring through his native sky;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whence he could see and point to men</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The truth and clear it to their ken?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">You think your golden chain too light</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To quench your flame, impede your flight!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Alas! you feel, it holds you down;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And can you barter fair renown</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For such vile dross? and can you sell</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Your soul for this sporad of hell?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Renounce your birthright for a mess</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of pottage which no tongue can bless?</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_81"></a>[81]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Take warning from those gone before!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Remember Southey, Wordsworth, Moore,<a href="#transnote" class="fnanchor">o</a></div> - <div class="verse indent0">And others warped by gold accurst,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But none so basely as the first:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For Southey, in young manhood’s glee,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sang of Watt Tyler, bold and free;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Until the owls who love the night,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Beheld and curbed his upward flight.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Unfriended, poor, unsteady, young,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He yielded to temptation strong;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like you, he snatched the golden bait,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And lost all view of Heaven’s gate;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Blew every spring a clarion note</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By which he seemed to clear his throat,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Which dwindled down to bathos weak,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nor brought a blush upon his cheek:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thus all his talents ran to waste,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“Watt Tyler” was his first and last!<a href="#transnote" class="fnanchor">p</a></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">So, Tennyson, ’twill be with you,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Should you the beaten track pursue:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Your “gen’rous” patrons leave you free</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To chant all themes, save Liberty,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To waste your time, from year to year,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">On royal “Idylls,” wine and beer;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or catch from Burns the brooklet’s play,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or sing a baby’s lullaby.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">But hark! he coos like cushat dove,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of “Enoch Arden’s” puling love.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_82"></a>[82]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">This ‘masterpiece’ becomes the rage</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of idlers in an earnest age;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is puffed and lauded to the skies,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">(How true, that “dullness never dies!”)</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As if its author’s powers might cope</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With those of Milton, Dryden, Pope;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And e’en the great Republic chimes</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With this opprobrium of the times!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Oh praise absurd! since not one ray</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of genius sparkles in that ‘lay’</div> - <div class="verse indent0">No sympathy for human woe,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">No noble purpose,—patriot glow;—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">No moral lesson to impart</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Its solace to the suffering heart;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Not e’en the landscape’s vivid scene,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or pointed barb of satire keen!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where find in it one flash of wit,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">One well aimed jest, one happy hit?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">One master stroke on which to dwell,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">One salient point its tale to tell?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Our critics stammer, as they stare;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“Wher—where?”—and Echo sobs, “wher—where?”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Now this reminds me of a story,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Which I will try to lay before you:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’Tis of a painting lately made</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By Brown, who plies the artist’s trade.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Brown got an order to prepare</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His canvass for a picture rare.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_83"></a>[83]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">What might the weighty subject be?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’Twas “Israel crossing the Red Sea,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With Pharaoh’s host in hot pursuit;”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The artist boldly cried; “I’ll do it!”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And soon the work before him grew,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like thought his pencil o’er it flew;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The landscape ’neath that pencil glowed,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Dark mountains frowned and waters flowed:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Already trumpet tongues proclaim</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The prelude of Brown’s coming fame.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">At last the work is done—brought home;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The patron, with amazement dumb,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Finds words at length, and thus exclaims;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“I see still water, rocks and streams;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But where is Pharaoh and his host?”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent14"><span class="smcap">Brown</span>—</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh! they in ocean’s depths are lost.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent14"><span class="smcap">Patron</span>—</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“But where is Moses and his train?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I search and search for them in vain.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent14"><span class="smcap">Brown</span>—</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“What! reproduce a scene so gross?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Why they, of course, are safe across!”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Zounds!” cries his patron, with a frown,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“You’ve ‘done’ the job, and ‘done’ me,—Brown!”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">This praise to Tennyson we give;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His ‘poem’s’ a splendid—negative.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_84"></a>[84]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">No doubt it has much latent worth,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Else he would not have put it forth;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But this fine vein cannot be seen,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Except by eyes surpassing keen.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Some things are better understood</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As seen by the great multitude.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The ken of Argus, (who denies?)</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Was sharper for his hundred eyes.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Some for their whistle pay too dear,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">If purchased where a throne is near;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whilst Wingate, like the nightingale,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To darkness pours his mournful tale!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">America, fair freedom’s home,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Shall you the despot’s foil become,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And holding Albion’s apron strings,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The bard chain down or clip his wings?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Shall you, while waxing fat and strong,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Become conservative of wrong,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Forgetful of the bygone time</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When slavery you deemed a crime?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To Egypt’s fleshpots now look back,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Regardless of fair freedom’s track;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And turning from her glorious light</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In vain seek comfort in dark night?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Shall you God’s chosen persecute,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or bid his messengers be mute;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Because they point with sorrow keen</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To that which never should have been;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And pray you blot from freedom’s page</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The blackest record of the age?</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_85"></a>[85]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And why so sensitive of pain,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Concerning what should make you vain;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Should be your glory and your pride,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Throughout the whole creation wide?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To hint the name of “radical”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Appears your feelings to appall;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And why? since he would sweep away</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The roots of all that brings decay,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And drive from earth the baleful dross</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of which you seem to mourn the loss?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And since your temple’s corner stone</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Rests on the radical alone!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">You hate the name of abolition</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Almost as much as of perdition,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Though abolition must precede,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">If vice must fall and hope succeed;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The ground of weeds must be well cleared,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ere healthy plants be set and reared;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Corruption and its horde must yield,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">If Freedom is to keep the field.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">You know that this is strictly true,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Yet hesitate what you should do!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Your innate worth and noble pride</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Can scarce your trepidation hide,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And dread of censors placed to watch</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Your every motion, and to catch</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Your slightest tripping in that pet</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of fools and knaves called etiquette!</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_86"></a>[86]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The wretched tricks, the feigned distress</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of those who live on State finesse,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of scramblers in the sordid race</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That leads to station, power and place;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of pettifoggers who pollute</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The tree of justice at its root;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">These all by you should be ignored,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As relics of a barbarous horde!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Perhaps, e’en now, (ah! can it be?)</div> - <div class="verse indent0">You feel the influence of the tree</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of royalty, whose upas-breath</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is foe to life and friend of death!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Some chain invisible still binds</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Your leading, not your noblest, minds,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who seem to take the timid ground,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That simple truth must be unsound,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And will not bear the deadly weight</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Themselves inflict upon the State:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who deem that sophistry and lies</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Are for the people good supplies,—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By which the people must be fed,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That by the nose they may be led.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">These worthies beat about the bush,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In search of moonshine, crying; “Hush!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Our babes, the people, might awake</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And catch us in some grand mistake!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or they might haply catch a gleam</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of light from our refulgent beam;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like us become too ‘smart’ and wise,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And drive us from our paradise,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_87"></a>[87]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">The chance of each log-rolling brother</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For office, chosen by each other!”<a href="#transnote" class="fnanchor">q</a></div> - <div class="verse indent0">They call all men out-spoken, rash,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who think pure truth the best of cash,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And that its gold should current pass,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In place of counterfeits of brass!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">These seem disheartened and afraid</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To call the honest to your aid;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Perhaps, because that name, of late,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is out of fashion, out of date;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Perhaps, because each British scribe</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With slender wit, but ready jibe,<a href="#transnote" class="fnanchor">r</a></div> - <div class="verse indent0">Scoffs at all honest worth as low,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">If not decked out for royal show;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or tricked in livery’s golden sheen,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Through which its face may not be seen;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And you too much inclined to yield</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Your better judgment in this field,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Are, quite unconsciously, perhaps,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Entangled in these gilded traps,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And your true dignity disguise</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In this unworthy compromise!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">For shame, America, for shame!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Why not your mission grand proclaim,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And spread abroad God’s favorite plan,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To elevate his creature, man!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To you He grants the noblest place,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The hegemony of the race!</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_88"></a>[88]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Without a blush accept your role,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And act your part with all your soul,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nor through base fear of flunkey scorn,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Veil your fair face that rivals morn;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Its beauty let the world behold;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sublimely grand, serenely bold;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thus shall you still immortal shine,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In justice, truth, and love divine;</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Though Britain tortuous paths pursue,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That can be no excuse for you;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She left her Chatterton to woe;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">What have you done with Edgar Poe?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">O pause, reflect, be wise in time;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Neglect of genius is a crime!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’Tis Heaven’s best gift, exceeding rare,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Then guard the plant with tenderest care;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Encourage it to spread abroad,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Its fruit is health and flows from God.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And still ’midst danger’s gloom you’ll find</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Your greatest strength in men of mind,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where genius, culture, worth, combine</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To flood the soul with light divine.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Whilst monsters dull, depraved, ingrate,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Disgrace the land, distract the State;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Base slaves of Mammon’s sordid pelf,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Strive, each, to aggrandize himself;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whilst vile contractors, like the leech,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Suck all the blood within their reach,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_89"></a>[89]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Their country drain at every pore</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And fatten on her heroes’ gore;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whilst every quack propounds his plan,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And no place has its proper man;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where are the men whose mental gaze</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Can penetrate the thickest haze,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And see, through instinct, dawning bright</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The sun that scatters gloom and night;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who, through rebellion’s stormy sea,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Can steer our bark to Liberty,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And, like the good and great of old,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Prize worth and virtue more than gold?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Are Whittier, Saxe, Bryant, unfit</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For counsel, for that they have wit?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And Longfellow, the prince of all,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Why leave in Hiawatha’s hall,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nor call him to the council board,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And profit by his precious hoard?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">You “find no precedent,” you say;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ha! then “red tape” is in the way!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">No precedent! dear, honored, dame,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Your memory is here to blame;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For surely you have read the past,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When Pericles led ton and taste;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When Liberty prevailed in Greece,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And bore the palm in war and peace:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Then men of genius, honored, prized,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The noblest functions exercised;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And afterwards, in ancient Rome,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">True genius found a welcome home,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_90"></a>[90]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">When Virgil was Mæcenas’ friend,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And proud Augustus deigned to lend</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His ear to Horace, and to drain</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The noblest lessons from his brain.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The bard, in every clime and age,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Has figured on the world’s great stage:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Commissioned by the King of kings,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He soars on bright celestial wings;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Through mighty realms he speeds his way,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like God’s own messenger of day,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Diffusing light and hope abroad,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And pointing out the ways of God</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To presidents and kings and men,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With hallowed lips or burning pen;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">So that no people can afford</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To disregard his sacred word.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And whether at Paris or Weimar,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With Charles Augustus or the Czar,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With Lincoln or the British Queen,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">There shines a Goethe or Martine;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or there his influence prevails,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or else the worldly project fails.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Then let your heart this truth record,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“The pen is mightier than the sword;”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With this to boot; of sword and pen</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The bard is lord,—is king of men!<a href="#transnote" class="fnanchor">t</a></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_91"></a>[91]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CANTO_V">CANTO V.</h2> - -</div> - -<div class="epigram-container"> -<div class="epigram"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“What constitutes a State?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Men, high-minded men.”—<span class="smcap">Jones.</span></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="epigram-container"> -<div class="epigram"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Ehret die Frauen! sie flechten und weben</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Himmlische Rosen in’s irdische Leben.—Schiller.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container-canto"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Dame Nature has to all mankind</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Been purely just and wisely kind;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For labor all her children made,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Each in his calling, art, or trade;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And each is blest as he pursues</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The course which for him she doth choose.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who would be useful and alone</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In this, in that is but a drone;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And none in any can succeed,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To which not nature points, but need;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And every honest work well done,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where mind and muscle join in one,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Will give the worker wealth and fame,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While that neglected leads to shame.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But these by men have been so jumbled,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That few on their own work have stumbled.<a href="#transnote" class="fnanchor">u</a></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">But lo! while wafted off my course,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I’ve lost the thread of my discourse!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">It seems to me, I’m off the track,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And wonder how I shall get back;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where did I stop? what was my theme?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’Twas haply but an idle dream.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_92"></a>[92]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Just here I, making full confession,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Plead guilty of a long digression;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But claim your pardon, on the plea</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of absolute necessity.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Could I, no prophet, undertake</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To tell what course my snake would take?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">What tortuous windings he’d pursue,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In trying to elude my view?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But now, unless his tail should writhe,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">(The only part still left alive,)</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I promise to keep straight along</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The theme and burden of my song.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The Fathers,” yes! I sang of them,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">(And let the copperhead condemn!)</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How simply grand, sublimely great,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They labored for the growing State!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The history of the past they read,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And o’er it modern science shed.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The golden age of Greece and Rome</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Should be eclipsed by that to come;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When sovereign man should walk abroad,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And own no king but God, the Lord.<a href="#transnote" class="fnanchor">v</a></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The freeman’s right to vote his choice,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Though vindicated by their voice,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Was yet so guarded by their care,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That no unworthy wretch should dare</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To desecrate that gift of Heaven,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">If he had hopes to be forgiven;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_93"></a>[93]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">And wisely, therefore, they ordained</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That youth should be severely trained</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In principles of right and truth,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And every art that graces youth,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And patiently await the hour</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When they could wisely wield that power.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">They deemed that one and twenty years,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With careful study, prayers and tears,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Might with our virtuous youth suffice,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To make them worthy that great prize.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And that these ends might be attained,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Free schools were founded and maintained;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And no one’s child, or rich or poor,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Was spurned ignobly from the door;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And colleges were spread abroad,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And temples consecrate to God,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whence learning and religion spread</div> - <div class="verse indent0">O’er all the land, their radiance shed;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">So that who chose might feel and see</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The glorious sun of Liberty!<a href="#transnote" class="fnanchor">w</a></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Thus for the children of the land;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For strangers from a foreign strand</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A long probation they prepare,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ere they the freeman’s honors share;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They must renounce the despot’s chain,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And Liberty henceforth maintain;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their minds of prejudice divest,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Our customs and our laws digest,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_94"></a>[94]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Our principles of freedom scan,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And learn the dignity of man.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And thus when five long years had flown,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And they had made our aims their own,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The Fathers thought, the time had come,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To take the faithful strangers home,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Adopt them in the family,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Henceforth true loyal sons to be,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Admitted freely and at once,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To share this great inheritance!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Thus with the native-born and those</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who from the tyrant sought repose</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Beneath our glorious flag, the aim</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of our great Fathers was the same,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By all true freedom unalloyed</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Might be, without reserve, enjoyed,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">On one condition, that they prove</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sons worthy of a parent’s love,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That each should cherish in his soul</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Fair Freedom’s essence, self-control,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A conscience void of all offense,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Religion based on common sense,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Which gives to all th’ inherent right</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To worship God in reason’s light,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nor leaves to bigots to dictate</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A marriage of the Church and State,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And forces none—the meanest, least,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To pay another’s bloated priest.<a href="#transnote" class="fnanchor">x</a></div> - <div class="verse indent0">That each remember, from one blood</div> - <div class="verse indent0">All men are sprung—one brotherhood,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_95"></a>[95]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Equal before th’ Almighty’s throne,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Flesh of our flesh, bone of our bone;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With rights prescriptive, boundless, free</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To happiness, life, liberty!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That none, save those inspired by hell,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their brother, man, can bind or sell.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">On such conditions equal, fair,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">All can the freeman’s honors share,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And who the compact sets aside,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Through ignorance, ambition, pride,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The sheepfold enters o’er the wall,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And is no citizen at all;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But an intruder, vile and base,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The scorn and refuse of the race;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A wolf in clothing of the sheep,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who enters while the shepherds sleep;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who gloats on blood throughout the night;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But when the morning’s rosy light</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Appears, the dogs and men pursue</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The blood-stained thief in open view,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When, gorged with blood, his flesh and paws</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Appease the hounds’ more hungry maws.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Torn thus may traitors find such room,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When light dispels our Country’s gloom.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Have we the Fathers’ precepts kept?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Alas! too soundly we have slept,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And let the precious moments fly,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Regardless how! no watchful eye</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_96"></a>[96]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">To note the wanderers from the fold,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To guide the young and guard the old;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To point the way of truth and right,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And flood them with celestial light!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The home is freedom’s nursing place,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Its subjects are the infant race;<a href="#transnote" class="fnanchor">y</a></div> - <div class="verse indent0">For as we bend his tender mind,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">So is the full-grown man inclined.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Our discipline too lax and mild</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Still spares the rod and spoils the child;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And, as is natural, the rule</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ascends from nursery to school,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where “moral suasion” must preside,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And “no coercion” is the guide;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">What wonder, that the infant mind,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By appetite and passion blind,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ere yet to reason it attain,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or conscience can assume the rein;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Should show its grit in look and tone,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And cry or act “Let me alone!”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Your son like mine has but one road</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To freedom’s temple,—through the rod.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">One only sense will bear appeal,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To make him heed, first make him feel;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">No good by man was ever gained,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Save that through toil and pain attained.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">You lose your labor if you plead</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To empty benches in the head,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_97"></a>[97]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Or to the still more vacant heart:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">At this all Mann’s disciples start;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">My friends, the golden age is o’er,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Mann and his Mann-ers are no more!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">What wonder, youth grow on our hands</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Habitual breakers of commands;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Depraved in habits, morals, taste,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With every talent run to waste?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Since wholesome discipline withdrawn</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Makes room for crimes of every spawn;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And leaves the wanderer free to roam,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sans chart or compass far from home?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Instead of duties fixed by rule,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We give full scope to every fool,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As fancy or caprice dictate,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And find our error when too late!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We find the flowery path of lust</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Leads but to error and disgust;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And then this other truth succeeds,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“No royal road to virtue leads.”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sum up the sad result, you’ll find</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A pampered body, vacant mind,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whose helpless imbecility</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Becomes of every quack the prey,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A weather-cock that’s whirled about</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By every gust of creed or doubt;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The slave of lawyer, leech and priest,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who use him worse than grov’ling beast,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And make him swallow lies or pills,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Just as the mocking demon wills!</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_98"></a>[98]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Yet, thick as insects on the wing</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Must Solons from such seedlings spring!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Or, should we spend some thought and care,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Our sons for uses to prepare;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">What lesson do we teach them first?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The love of mammon, the accurst!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">What lesson do we teach them last?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“Get gold, my son, and hold it fast;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Be grov’ling, never lift the eye</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Towards orb of day or starry sky:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">All learning, science, treat with scorn,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To grub and scrape you have been born;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And, right or wrong, accumulate,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Gold be your god—and wealth your fate!”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">These seeds we’ve sown in genial soil,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And reap rebellion for our toil;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And wonder still, that o’er the ground</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The reptile copperheads abound;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Some, satisfied to vegetate,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like tares, ignobly in the State;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While some, whose venom waxen strong</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Distorts the right, inflicts the wrong,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Crawl forth on missions in the cause</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of slave-lords and their brutal laws;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And care not for their country’s loss,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">If they can only clutch the “dross!”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Whilst these disgrace the freeman’s name,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And bring the land to scorn and shame,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_99"></a>[99]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">By singing pæans to the god</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who wields the despot’s chain and rod,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Th’ awakened youth of Europe sing</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Hosannas to great freedom’s king,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And weary him with earnest prayer,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That she at length find refuge there!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Thus, while those “to the manor born,”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whose infancy and rosy morn</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Were fed and shaded by that tree</div> - <div class="verse indent0">So grateful to the brave and free,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As copperheads assail it now,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And register a monstrous vow,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Upon its beauty still to frown,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And ply the axe to cut it down;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The children of a foreign land</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In its defense most nobly stand,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Protect it from the murderous horde,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By word and deed, by gun and sword;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With wondrous unanimity</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Cry, “wretches, monsters, spare that tree!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Touch not a bough! it nurtured you</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With kindly fruit,—refreshed with dew,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Protected by its grateful shade,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And dare you now its life invade?”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Amongst this brave, devoted band,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thy sons, Germania, proudly stand;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To none inferior in the fight,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In love of freedom and the right:</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_100"></a>[100]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">And while this earth endures, bright fame</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Shall gild thy Siegel’s honored name;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And those who for the right have stood,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or born of thee, or of thy blood,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">From him who nameless wields the lance,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To Heintzleman and Rosecrans.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Yes! many a field and many a flood</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Has reddened with Germania’s blood;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Her heroes’ hearts have never quailed,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Though oft by thrice their force assailed!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Let Pea Ridge, Carthage, Wilson’s Creek</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And other scenes their praises speak;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Let Murfreesboro with the rest</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their splendid leadership attest;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where Bragg and all his rebel mass,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Through it received their “coup de grace!”</div> - </div> - -<div class="poetry-container-subpoem"> -<div class="poetry"> - -<h3>THE BATTLE OF MURFREESBORO.</h3> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Cheered on by noble Rosecrans,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Behold our Union troops advance</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To seek the foe in fight!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The center fearless Thomas leads;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The left with Crittenden proceeds;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">McCook commands the right.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Opposed is Bragg, who of the band</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of rebels holds the chief command;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Beneath whose banner ranged,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Are Breckinridge, Claiborne, Hardee,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And Cheatham’s Southern chivalry,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In hate and crime unchanged.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_101"></a>[101]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">’Twas the last day of “sixty-two”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When these two hosts appeared in view,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Both eager for the fray;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They scorned the sun’s more tardy plan,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And fierce their murderous work began,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Ere he could dart a ray!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">The rebels, as their wont has been,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With wondrous skill and foresight keen,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Their forces concentrate,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To break our columns, wing by wing;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And soon their cheers, the echoes ring,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Triumphant and elate!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Within the cedars’ gloomy shade,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where many a heart fleshed many a blade,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And many a hero fell:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">What deeds were done are lost in night;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who shrank from, who maintained, the fight,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">No mortal tongue can tell.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Well might the fierce and wild uproar</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That swelled each moment more and more</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Cause iron nerves to start;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Well might the cannon thundering far,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The hubbub of chaotic war,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Appall the stoutest heart!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">And, as the torrent onward rolled,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The patriot’s faith might well grow cold,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And tremble for the end;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_102"></a>[102]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">And doubt our power to turn the tide,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Since hostile troops tramp down and ride</div> - <div class="verse indent2">O’er prostrate foe and friend!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">But Rosecrans, through cloud and din,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To bide their time his men curbed in,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Nor for an instant faltered;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">There by his confidence inspired,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And with heroic courage fired,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">They stood unmoved, unaltered!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">His massed reserves stood calm, erect,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nor could the keenest eye detect</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A sign of flinching there;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And when the rebel host came on,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Elate as if from victory won,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“The Union” rent the air.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Then came the fearful tug of strife,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Then Greek met Greek—then life for life—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">None pity asked or gave;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’Tis well the smoke conceals the fray—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Too frightful for the eye of day;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">What seeks the foe?—a grave!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">It seemed as the sirocco’s breath</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Had swept them off, its frown beneath,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And lo!—they soundly sleep,—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their cheers in death’s deep silence hushed,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like those in the Sahara crushed,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The winds their requiem weep.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_103"></a>[103]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Thus perish all our Country’s foes,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">All despots, tyrants, and all those</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Who trample on mankind!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thus triumph Freedom and the Right,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And quickly come God’s kingdom bright</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of Virtue, Truth and Mind!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">And we have losses to deplore,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Brave men as ever banner bore,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As Shafer, Roberts, Sill,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Allsop and others whose fair name</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Shall live on freedom’s scroll of fame,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And hearts with rapture fill.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">For who can cease to love the brave</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who died their Country’s life to save?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We envy them—not mourn;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Long as the sun shall gild the sky,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Beloved shall be their memory</div> - <div class="verse indent2">By millions yet unborn!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">E’en while I write, a voice divine,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Floats sweetly from the banks of Rhine,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where fair Bavaria’s lovely maids</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And virtuous dames, in vine-clad glades,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Prepare with their own hands the lint</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And linen without let or stint;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And say: “Let us the honor share,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">This balm for patriots to prepare,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_104"></a>[104]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Who nobly fight and willing fall,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">At Freedom’s and their Country’s call.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The priceless packages they send</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thus marked; “For heroes who defend</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The cause of God and all mankind,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their wounds to soothe, their bruises bind,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">These bales of lint and linen fine</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Go from Bavaria on the Rhine,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To the far off United States</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Now nobly struggling with the fates:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">May Heaven defend her in the strife</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And re-establish health and life!”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And lo! Columbia with a tear</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of gratitude is pleased to hear</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And see this tribute of true love</div> - <div class="verse indent0">From lands which oceans far remove:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">It gives her courage to renew</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The fight, and rebels to pursue.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For sympathy in deep distress</div> - <div class="verse indent0">From distant friends is sure to bless;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Though forced her suffering sons to mourn,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She greets Germania thus in turn:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Land of the Danube and the Rhine,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where freedom shed her light divine</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Long ere Hyrcania’s wood explored</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Had heard the howl of despot lord;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Which Rome would penetrate in vain,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And bind in her all grasping chain;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_105"></a>[105]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Land of the Anglo-Saxon race,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And of the Frank, ere yet a trace</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of slavery had chained their sons,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Through Normans, Guelphs, Napoleons;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Fair land of Gutenberg and Faust,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Restorer of an art long lost;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Land of brave Luther who restored</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Man’s right to read the Eternal Word;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Land of the sacred Muses nine,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where Klopstock, Goethe, Schiller, shine;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where Bach, Mozart and Mendelssohn</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Were rivalled by thy sons alone,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Beethoven, Meyerbeer and Liszt;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">No land beneath the sun exists,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where genius, learning, science, art,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">So brightly shine, so charm the heart:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Land of the rose and of the vine;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Land of Bavaria and the Rhine,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Accept Columbia’s grateful thanks;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thy sons adorn her martial ranks,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thy noble daughters far away</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The purest worth and love display</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For her and all who love the Right,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And in the cause of Freedom fight;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Our wounded heroes, while they bleed,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Pray Heaven to bless you for this deed:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And, as with grateful hearts they feel</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Your love in these sweet gifts that heal,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their souls expand with love divine</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Towards all who dwell upon the Rhine,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_106"></a>[106]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">And praise the matrons and fair maids</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who bask beneath its vine-clad glades.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And if a time should ever come,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When you shall seek a Western home,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Come on with courage and good cheer,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">You’ll find a glorious welcome here!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or if occasion should arise</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To aid you ’gainst your enemies,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Columbia’s sons combined with thine</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Will sweep the tyrants off the Rhine,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where our united flags shall wave,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In triumph o’er the Despots’ grave!”</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CANTO_VI">CANTO VI.</h2> - -</div> - -<div class="epigram-container"> -<div class="epigram"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice.”—<span class="smcap">Shakspeare.</span></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container-canto"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">As Lucifer, the angel, fell</div> - <div class="verse indent0">From bliss of Heaven to pain of hell;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And there, as devil, would put on</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The mask in which he once had shone:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">So copperheads, with fiendish guile,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The name of freedom would defile,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While they her mask and robe display,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The better to deceive—betray</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_107"></a>[107]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">The wandering, friendless, emigrant,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Confiding, poor and ignorant,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who deems “Democracy” a name</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of something real, not a sham!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In reference to these, our course</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Has been unwise—from bad to worse;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">All too indulgent and remiss,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Till now we hear their hydra-hiss!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Some emigrants our shores who seek</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Digest our laws as they do Greek!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And when probation time is gone,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They find their work already done;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The years, we know, have quickly sped</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Without impressing heart or head,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With sense of duties to be done,—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">What course to steer, what rocks to shun;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Yet without question, we admit</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Th’ untutored Vandal as a cit;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And thus the prudence of our sires</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is melted in base party fires;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And Freedom drops her vital claims</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In legal forms and empty names.<a href="#transnote" class="fnanchor">z</a></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">How can we Freedom’s reign restore;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And make her glorious as before?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">By clearing her, as best we may,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of snarls contracted on the way:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And Slavery’s terrific coil</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Will claim our whole united toil;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_108"></a>[108]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">With one gigantic effort first,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Let’s hurl to hell the thing accurst!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Till slavery in the land shall cease,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where is the hope for rest or peace?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thereafter we shall be too wise</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To make with hell a compromise:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Let us dissolve this bond with Death</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And freedom to our sons bequeath;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Then shall rebellion in our land</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Forever hide its bloody hand;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Then shall our righteous rule be laid</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Upon a rock both sure and staid;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And then our stainless flag unfurled</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Shall float, the glory of the world!<a href="#transnote" class="fnanchor">1</a></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Another grievance, I opine,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is this, Jack’s vote’s as good as mine,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or yours, or any noble steed,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Though Jack is dull and slow of speed,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Degraded, brutal, ignorant,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Depraved in every wish and want,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A wretch, a thief, an arrant knave,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A copperhead—a willing slave!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">To those who from the Fathers quote</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And say that such were meant to vote,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I put these queries now, at once:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Which of the fathers was a dunce?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Pray name the man,—say, who was he</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who thus could poison freedom’s tree,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_109"></a>[109]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">By introducing, at its birth,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The borer that should work its death?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Since all were missionaries known</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of these great truths, that Right alone,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Worth and intelligence can save</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A free Republic from its grave!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">But grant the fathers dolts and fools,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Should we be guided by their rules;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Be chained by trammels of the past</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And let our reason run to waste?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">These queries then, I put, per force,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How many donkeys make one horse?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How much of ignorance condense</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To make one mind of common sense?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How much of tyranny and wrong</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Will make it right, in justice strong?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How many years of power and lust</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Can crush man’s God-given rights in dust?<a href="#transnote" class="fnanchor">2</a></div> - <div class="verse indent0">What length of lawless usurpation</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Gives right to rule in any nation?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How many criminals co-blent</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Suffice to make a single saint?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How many Arnolds joined in one,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Suffice to form a Washington?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How many spouters of our day</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Would make one Webster, Burke, or Clay?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">I might go on ad infinitum,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Propounding item after item.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_110"></a>[110]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">But still the copperhead is near,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And thunders fiercely in mine ear;</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Dare you our liberties assail,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Must not majorities prevail?”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">I answer: “as a general rule,<a href="#transnote" class="fnanchor">3</a></div> - <div class="verse indent0">The “major” is the greater fool;”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The horse that bears me on with ease,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">May be of any hue you please;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nor to the binding do we look,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To find the worth of any book;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nor judge we wisdom by its size,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Its weight, not bulk, we justly prize.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“But wisdom lies,” the book avers,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“In multitude of counsellors!”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">I grant the maxim sound and true,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And just the thing we want most, too;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We’ve multitudes of quacks, I grant,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And lawyers more than Heaven can want,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But as for counsellors, alack,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Scarce one that’s fit to counsel Jack!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">What brought this state of things about?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">These same majorities, no doubt,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Composed of moral lepers, apes,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who of true men assume the shapes;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The sole reliance of the base,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To whom we all our woes can trace;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To please this lowest rabble rout,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We trot our meanest hobblers out,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_111"></a>[111]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Trimmed up to suit their grov’ling taste,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their characters smeared o’er with paste;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their record from some distant State</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Comes back upon us when too late;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But now their face with whisky blooms,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whose odor all the air perfumes;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Tobacco juice streams all around;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The halls with revelry resound,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where rum and brandy freely flow,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And all is joy and bliss below.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">What better bait could mortal proffer</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To some who have got votes to offer?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They take immensely, oh, how good!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“Par fratrum,” noble brotherhood!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And thus the ball incessant flies</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Down, down the steep, no more to rise,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And thus ’twill be, so long as we</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Indulge this game of infamy!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">What would you have? set forth your plan,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Provided ’tis republican.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Republican! What else should please,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or bring stability and ease?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Yet what are names? what do we care</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For empty sound or tinsel glare?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Give us the substance, fly vain shade,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For empty heads and stomachs made!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As said Erasmus to the Pope,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“I’m orthodox in heart and hope,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_112"></a>[112]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">But, in my stomach, Protestant,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">At least against all present want!”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">So say I now;—I Freedom love</div> - <div class="verse indent0">All other earthly things above;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In name I love it, but, much better,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In spirit, substance, and in letter.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">What mean you, then, by “Freedom,” sir?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Explain yourself, without demur;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Have we not got it here already?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where else can man enjoy it steady?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Your queries, as an honest man</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I’ll fairly answer, if I can,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And first this question I propound;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">What is true freedom, and where found?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where strength and violence prevail?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where widows weep and orphans wail?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where christian men enslave the weak,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Because the sun has tinged their cheek?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or, where the humblest son of toil,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who works the mine, or tills the soil,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Can raise to Heaven his grateful eyes,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And thank the Ruler of the skies,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That, though all other goods are flown,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His limbs, his soul, are still his own;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And that no despot’s hand can blight</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His home or rob him of his right;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That no majorities can wrest</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His babe from its dear mother’s breast,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_113"></a>[113]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">That by no fathers, bribed with gold,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Can their own blood for slaves be sold,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That by no wretch for murder born</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Can husband from his wife be torn!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">This is the freedom guaranteed</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To men of every color, creed,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When first our Nation saw the light,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By this great charter of the right:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“All men are brothers, equal, free.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For happiness, life, liberty!”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">This gem was won through toils and throes,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Through tribulations, pains and woes,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By our great sires, and handed down,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The noblest gift,—most precious boon!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Shall we, through fear or impotence,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Renounce this bright inheritance?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or can we from our hearts unfix</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The memories of “Seventy six”?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Forbid it Heaven! while we retain</div> - <div class="verse indent0">One note of Freedom’s glorious strain.</div> - </div> - -<div class="poetry-container-subpoem"> -<div class="poetry"> - -<h3>THE BIRTH OF FREEDOM, JULY 4, 1776.</h3> - -<p class="center">(An Ode.)</p> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent10">The die is cast,</div> - <div class="verse indent10">Whether for good or ill,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Let no regrets our anxious bosom fill;</div> - <div class="verse indent10">The Rubicon is passed,</div> - <div class="verse indent10">Nailed are our colors to the mast,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_114"></a>[114]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">A truce to doubting or unmanly fear;</div> - <div class="verse indent10">For home for country now</div> - <div class="verse indent10">Are pledged the solemn vow,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Our fortunes, honor, life, and all that we hold dear!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thus to his loved one did each hero say,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When home returned at eve of this immortal day.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent10">And she replied:</div> - <div class="verse indent10">Well, since it must be so,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With you we sympathize in weal or woe,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Assert your country’s cause with noble pride;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Arm, arm, advance and boldly meet the foe!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Your country calls! you must obey her voice!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A recreant he who shrinks from such a call;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Since she enshrines our homes, our loves, our all;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Next after God, our country is our choice;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And Heaven forbid, it ever should be said,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That we, Columbia’s matrons, felt dismayed!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent10">And let not love</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of wife or children you from duty keep;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">What, though your absence lonely here we weep;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Th’ all-seeing eye will guard us from above;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And while the battle rages o’er the plain,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Our prayers for you shall not ascend in vain;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or, should you fall untimely in the strife,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Heaven will befriend your orphans and your wife!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent10">Beloved, one dear embrace,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And then a long, perhaps a last, farewell,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_115"></a>[115]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Should Heaven so will, my heart shall not rebel,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But still, this day with pride I shall retrace;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">My country born to freedom and to joy;</div> - <div class="verse indent10">Oh! bliss supreme,</div> - <div class="verse indent10">This were a theme,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The harps of mighty seraphs to employ!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The world shall hail this truth proclaimed by thee:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Man is by nature, and he shall be, free.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent10">Wake, wake the lyre,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sound drum and trumpet, let the cannons roar</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Proclaim the jubilee from shore to shore;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Go, join yon phalanx like a wall of fire</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Impervious around young Freedom thrown,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And let each hero mark her for his own!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thus spake each noble matron as she gazed,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Undaunted, where no mimic war-fires blazed.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The aim of government and laws</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is to defend true freedom’s cause;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The strong man’s injustice detect</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And punish, and the weak protect;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The innocent to vindicate</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By every power within the State;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of evil to arrest the flood,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And use their influence for good;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">If in these noble aims they fail,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And by majorities assail</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_116"></a>[116]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">The life or liberty of man</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’Tis time to spurn the odious plan;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And any system to befriend,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Which may secure the wished-for end.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">On every hand this cry we hear</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“We purchase justice far too dear,”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To all its sons th’ indulgent State</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Should grant this arbiter of fate,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Free as the air that we inhale;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Fresh as from ocean springs the gale;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Prompt as the light of summer’s dawn,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sweet as the hay-swath on the lawn;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Not tainted with corruption’s breath,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Breathed from the charnel house of death;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And, as the people wield the power,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Why not reform this very hour?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">So long as magistrates can fleece,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Crime and its causes must increase;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">So long as jurors hands shall itch,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And gold stick to them fast as pitch;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">So long as officers are paid</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Just as they ply their venal trade;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">So long as vile contractors fill</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their coffers from the public till,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And go unhanged, while soldiers starve</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or sink exhausted to the grave;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">So long as venal lawyers plead</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Not led by right, but urged by need,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_117"></a>[117]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">And be, like cattle, bought and sold,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And barter Heaven itself for gold;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">So long as judges shall be found</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who on the strength of party ground</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their judgments, and the cause decide</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To suit self-interest or pride;—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">So long, by mind’s unerring laws,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Effects will flow as bids the cause;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And when the bantling is adult,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A monstrous evil must result</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Which soon will swallow freedom down;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Vice brooks no rival near its throne,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But proudly wields its scepter dread,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And rules supreme, a copperhead!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">What use is freedom’s written scroll,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Unless ’tis graven on the soul?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Why vainly celebrate its birth,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">If it has fled to Heaven from earth,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To aggravate our pain and cross,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By pointing out its grievous loss?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Astræa nought to me avails,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">If but her phantom hold the scales;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who, with her finger in my fob,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like saint bedeckt, like strumpet rob,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And smiling say: “Peace, friend, be still,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">This is the law—the people’s will.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">If slavery’s shadow in the North</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Hath such results as these brought forth;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_118"></a>[118]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Then what must be the moral state,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of those who feel its full grown weight?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or of a land whose priests profane</div> - <div class="verse indent0">God’s word and his most holy fane;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By preaching slavery until</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The mass believe it is no ill;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And four of every six incline</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To hail the monster half divine?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ask each of these, and he replies:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“In slavery true freedom lies:”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ask where is freedom’s proper sphere?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He points to Dixie; “Lo, tis there!”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thus have they masked hypocrisy,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And dubbed her “young Democracy!”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Democracy’s vile sham and stain,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">You don fair Freedom’s mask in vain!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">You cannot pass in that disguise,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nor thus elude our Argus-eyes.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Your boasted Christian brotherhood</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is one of violence and blood;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Your star of freedom pales its rays,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Becomes a farthing rush-light’s blaze,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And shows your “chivalry” as shams</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Peddling their bogus nuts and hams;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the vile rag you have unfurled,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The jest and scorn of all the world!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Nor is your mission one to bless</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The weak and humble, but oppress;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_119"></a>[119]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Uphold the robber, thief, and knave,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And make the innocent your slave.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Nor do you foster hope and light,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But shroud your evil deeds in night;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Proscribe all learning, genius, taste,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And make your realm a howling waste:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And on this rock your church is built,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A corner-stone of vice and guilt;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And this you purpose to defend</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Against all comers, foe or friend:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Entrenched behind this monstrous wrong,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">You swear to rule, since you are strong,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">You boast your dupes God’s chosen host</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To scourge a world in “darkness lost,”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“Fanatics” who refuse to see</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The glory of your “liberty!”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thus you the God of hosts blaspheme,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As aider of your monstrous scheme;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Implore him to blot out his sun,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By victories through treason won;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">This land with anarchy to flood,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And drown all kindred ties in blood;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nay this great Union to destroy,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That you your bauble may enjoy!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like some poor maniac raging wild,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or some indulged and petted child,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who for a rattle or a straw,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Some gilded trifle or gewgaw,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Screams madly with his ebbing breath,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">You grasp your idols,—strong in death!</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_120"></a>[120]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">Enough! your purpose we perceive,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And spurn your doctrines! while we grieve</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For our dear land’s supreme disgrace,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Defiled and tortured by your race;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Though brief and turbid be your day,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Your odious name will bring dismay,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Forever, to each generous heart</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That with humanity takes part:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Henceforth, vile monster, live or dead!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We dub you viper, <span class="allsmcap">COPPERHEAD</span>.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The copperhead! Has he a soul?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And does it seek yon starry pole,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When death relieves it from the clay,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And wing on high its airy way?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I question if a thing so vile</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Can live beyond the present style,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or if it should, where could it go,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To find its full repast of woe?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">What think you, then, of transmigration,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or interchange of place and station?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Perhaps the nigger-whippers pass</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To shades still darker than of brass,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And copperheads, as seemeth proper,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Put on more sombre hues than copper;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And find new quarters made to fit,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In negro tenements, to-wit;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And thus become, in very fact,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The things that they so much have cracked;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And hear their master, late their slave,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With furious tone and gesture rave;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_121"></a>[121]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">And feel the lash he plies so well,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And howl in this congenial hell!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Transcendant life! immortal part!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I long to know what thing thou art;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whether a phantom light as air,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or form symmetrical and fair;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">An essence which can never die;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or something passing as a sigh,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Which, when this frame dissolves in dust,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Returns to nothing, as at first;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or whether thou hast always been</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The same, through every changing scene,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And why to some thou art so sweet;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To others with such woes replete?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">It cannot be this conscious being</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is all absorbed in feeling, seeing;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That those desires we cannot sate</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Are doomed to end in this low state,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Unsatisfied; and that the powers</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We feel within us and as ours,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Should, at our death, be swept away</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like shadows by the morning’s ray;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nor can it be, that sin and crime</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Can go unwhipt, if not in time.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">No, we shall bask for evermore</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In light, and light’s great source adore,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With those who love the right shall shine,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In union, peace and love divine;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_122"></a>[122]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Whilst copperheads and all their host</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In hell’s tempestuous surge are tossed,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And wail forever “Lost, lost, lost!”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Oh! for a moment on hell’s brink,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To view the tortured reptiles sink,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ten million fathoms in th’ abyss,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And thence rebound with bubbling hiss;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their throats with sulph’rous vapor choked,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their slimy length begrimed and smoked;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Each hideous skin as if ’twould burst,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By belching out the draught accurst;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">All tortured and convulsed with rage,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To whom each moment seems an age—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who vainly call “emancipation,”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To free them from that deep damnation,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or else for swift annihilation!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Then might we realize the sting</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That wrongs to men on spirits bring;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Then would we fully comprehend,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That God is justice and its friend!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Oh miracle! scarce had my prayer</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Been breathed upon the vacant air,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When lo! a vision, or a dream,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As clear as pebbles in a stream,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Appeared before my wondering eyes</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And filled my soul with deep surprise;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I’ll paint the scene the best I can,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’Twas thus the strange illusion ran:</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_123"></a>[123]</span> - </div> - -<div class="poetry-container-subpoem"> -<div class="poetry"> - -<h3>A DREAM OF EREBUS.</h3> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Night’s shadows closed round me, I lay on my bed,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And visions of beauty encompassed my head;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The sweetest of melodies floated around,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The Muses and Graces kept time to the sound:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The scene was enchanting; but brief was its stay,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In mists and in clouds it soon melted away:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Then darkness succeeded, the horrors of death!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I struggled as one who was fighting for breath!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Till, in fancy, I passed through the last mortal throe,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And my spirit sought rest in the regions below.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">My passport delayed me a while, but, at last,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Through the wide-yawning portals of Pluto I passed;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Then, warned by a goblin I met on the way,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">My respects to the grim king of Hades I pay:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I advance to his throne, and, without falling prostrate,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I pay my devoirs to the great arch-apostate.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He rose up and told me to follow his wake,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And a walk through his kingdom, for pleasure, we’d take.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“I’ll show you,” said he, “how my quarters are crammed,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In their various regions, with ghosts of the damned.”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“I præ, sequar,” said I, “go ahead and I’ll follow;”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">So he led me along, through a mighty big hollow;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">On my right hand I saw what appeared to my sight</div> - <div class="verse indent0">An iron-walled palace of towering height:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I scanned it with wonder, but as I drew nigher</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I perceived that it was a huge furnace of fire:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Its apartments above, and its basement below</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Were crowded with beings the image of woe;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_124"></a>[124]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">“What is this?” was my query; the Devil replied,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“’Tis the place where my slave-holding children are fried;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As they said when on earth, that a white man must be</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Above the vile nigger, it is so as you see:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The whites are above, and the niggers below,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The brimstone to stir and the bellows to blow;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But let us go on—you will see as you pass,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The punishment dire of a much meaner class;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That pit on the left is the dismal abode</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of a tribe who by thousands descend the broad road;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">These are base hireling watchmen, who strove to increase</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The size of the flock for the sake of the fleece,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">No care had above for the souls of their charge,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But slept like dumb dogs while the wolf prowled at large.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">There are priests of all classes, all creeds and all names</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Condemned to be scorched in the sulphurous flames.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But the meanest by far of these groveling creatures</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Are those factors of hell, the pro-slavery preachers,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who insist that the Lord made the nigger’s skin black,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That the white man to Heaven might ride on his back;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They quote still from Scripture, and make it so plain,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To deny it were taking the Lord’s name in vain;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Disputing the fact were mere breath thrown away,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For is it not written, “Ye servants, obey?”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They drawl a long prayer, and a sermon comes next,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And “Cursed be Canaan,” they take for their text;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But here a new light on their vision has burst,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And they feel that themselves, not poor Canaan, are cursed.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Just a few steps ahead I will show you their station,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_125"></a>[125]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Close packed with those wretches who’d ruin your Nation.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And soon, as we stood o’er a precipice dire,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I saw far beneath me the great Lake of Fire;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like the sea in a tempest its surface was tossed,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While it swarmed with the pale, burning ghosts of the lost.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Rock-bounded on all sides, the deep, hollow roar</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of its surges resounded while lashing the shore,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The blackness of darkness—a sulphurous cloud,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Hung over the scene like a funeral shroud.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Yet plain by the glare of the red waves at play,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As they lashed the grim crags that flung back the hot spray,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Each wave in succession displayed on its crest</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Some thousand pale ghosts who were riding abreast;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Till striking the crag they sank down from my sight,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And others rushed in, like to men in a fight;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Oh! wild were the shrieks and the wails that arose</div> - <div class="verse indent0">From those as they sank, and from these as they rose;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">So piercing and heart-rending was the sad strain,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That it thrilled me with horror—transfixed me with pain!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">These words they ground out midst their dire suffocation:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“Oh God! from this hell grant us—emancipation,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or else, in thy mercy, give annihilation!”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But hell bellowed back, “everlasting damnation!”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">But, most frightful of all!—tiger-like and inhuman,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I hear the fierce howls of three men and one woman,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_126"></a>[126]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Whose necks, hung in halters right over the flood,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Are stretched by a wretch all bedabbled with blood!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">All five call on “Lincoln” for mercy; when lo!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They are plunged, in a twinkling, to regions below;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where long in the torrent they struggling remain,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Till the wave spews them up to its surface again;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">There howling and writhing, unable to die,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Each visage distorted and bloodshot each eye,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For mercy in vain the assassins still cry!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ah, Mercy they’ve slain!—Hope for them has no room,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Hell’s no longer a myth,—’tis the parricide’s doom!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The Devil here chuckled with joy and delight,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And seemed to be charmed with this horrible sight:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“This,” said he, “is the place where I demagogues throw</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When they come here and ask for their lodgings below,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Since they never loved aught but loud brawling and strife,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And were true to no party or friend during life;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ever turning and twisting, and dodging around,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">No place more befitting for them could be found;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For here they’ll be tossing and dodging forever</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like drift-wood afloat on a rock-tortured river.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Here, too, let me point to you those wretched men</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who devote all their powers, both of tongue and of pen,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To prop the slave-holders, their code propagate,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Turn earth into hell through disunion and hate,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And to fan the fierce flames of your war have combined,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And, therefore, most justly have they been consigned</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_127"></a>[127]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">With the meanest of devils who dared to rebel,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To be scorched in the flames of the nethermost hell.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Here are lying reporters and editors, speakers,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the old Union-savers and compromise shriekers,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With blood-sucking leeches and shoddy contractors,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Beneath loyal masks, much the worst malefactors,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who smile, while your soldiers they starve and they rob,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">More guilty, by far, than Buchanan or Cobb.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">But a new class of sinners came not long ago,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And what to do with them I swear I don’t know;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I saw them, quite recently, stemming the Styx,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sent here, I suppose, for their dastardly tricks:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">(For of all who arrive here by night or by day,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">There are none but the meanest who come by that way,)</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Each floated down stream, at his ease, toward the lake,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A species of monster, half man and half snake;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their heads crowned with copper, their bodies with scales,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like scorpions they carried their stings in their tails;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And scarce had their feet touched the marl of our soil,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When hell, by their tricks, was thrown into a broil:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And now I am puzzled to know what to do</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With this low-lived, this white-livered, <span class="allsmcap">COPPERHEAD</span> crew.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">It is true I would see the whole world come to hell,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I am fond of mean men, but these please me too well:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In their zeal for my cause and the good of this place,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They have brought my whole kingdom and cause to disgrace.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_128"></a>[128]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Though loyal to me and vile slaves to my throne,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While accepting their service, the tools I disown.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Since they serve without pay or a hope of reward,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I am bound by no bargain to show them regard:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I think I’ll just take them outside of the town,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where the drainage, the filth and the offal are thrown,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And toss the whole pack of them into the ditch,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Then cover them over with sulphur and pitch;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Set fire to the mixture and leave them to cook,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To writhe in the flames, or to strangle with smoke;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And then I will drive them to earth back again,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To shiver in ice, howl in wind, hail and rain.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">When Jefferson Davis and his rebel host</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Shall arrive, by and by, at the gates of the lost,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I’ll meet, and assign them a place near my throne,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And Davis and Floyd shall be stars in my crown;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But this wretched crew to the ditch I’ll consign,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For, though true to my cause, I cannot call them mine.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Just then came a messenger hastily down,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And called out, “Your Majesty’s wanted up town;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For another large batch of the peace-shrieking crew</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Have come sneaking down here and are asking for you.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">His Majesty then grew quite black in the face;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“I’ll go and, by hell, kick them out of the place:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their stench I detest, I cannot bear them near,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And I’ll soon let them know that they mustn’t stay here;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’Tis too much e’en for us, with our devilish natures,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To bear with such fallen, such cowardly, creatures.”</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_129"></a>[129]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">So saying, and wearing a terrible frown,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He seized a huge trident and hurried up town;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Then quickly I heard mingled whining and shrieking,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And, in thunder and wrath, old Beelzebub speaking:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“Get out of my court, you vile, dastardly crew,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">You’re too mean to stay here where the common damned do.”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And then, like a man of his reason bereft,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He wielded his club and pitched in right and left.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">They yelled, and shrieked “Peace, oh, pray, Satan, hold on,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We are loyal to you!”—cried Satan, “Begone!”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While the blows he dealt out made the peace-sneaks to scream;—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With their yells in my ears, I awoke from my dream!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">My task is done, my work is ended;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Behold the Copperhead suspended</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’Twixt Heaven and earth, in open air,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His whole anatomy laid bare;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Normal and morbid all made known,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In soul and body, nerve and bone!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Since Satan would not let him stay</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In realms which shun the light of day;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">(Where he in torture would abide,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">If he his deep disgrace could hide,)</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_130"></a>[130]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Here pilloried in sight of men,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Impaled on my steel-pointed pen,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like Tantalus tormented ever,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Let vultures prey upon his liver,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Which, by some retributive power,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Still grows as fast as they devour,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Till passers-by shall point with scorn,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And cry, “’Twere better not be born,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Than thus to writhe in infamy,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As long as sun and stars shall be!”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And when, in some far future age,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The student of creation’s page</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Shall dig his fossils from the ground,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And stand amazed, in doubt profound,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As to what species and what race</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The monstrous reptile he can trace,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And wonder, with suspended breath,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His use or purpose on the earth;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">These records all his doubts shall clear,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When he beholds him pictured here,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">So fully, that who runs will read,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Then shudder, and increase his speed!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Thus much for science having won,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I take my leave, my task is done.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="titlepage">THE END.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="transnote" id="transnote"> -<p>Transcriber’s Note: It is not known what these letters/numbers were -intended to represent. There are no footnotes in this or multiple other -copies of the book.</p> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<p class="center larger">“SIR COPP:”</p> - -<p class="center">A Book for the Times, in Six Cantos. By <span class="smcap">Thomas Clarke</span>, Author -of “A Day in May,” “Donna Rosa,” “The Silent Village,” “Life -in the West,” &c., &c.</p> - -<p class="center"><b>OPINIONS OF THE PRESS.</b></p> - -<p class="center"><i>From the Chicago Tribune</i></p> - -<p>In this work we welcome another home production. It is written -in Hudibrastic verse; but the genius of the author is by no -means confined to this form of composition. The object of the -author is praise-worthy, and he exhibits much talent for versification. -We must, injustice, commend the work for many striking -and some admirable passages. “Sir Copp,” is of course, Sir -Copperhead; and the venomous creature is dissected by an artist -who has a true scientific enthusiasm for so fine a specimen of morbid -anatomy. The invocation to the muse is especially striking, -(here it is quoted in full.) Mr. Clarke is not an untried poet. -He has, in fact, produced a number of poems, for which the best -English critics have accorded to him a high rank amongst the -first poets of our day.</p> - -<p class="center"><i>From the Chicago Evening Journal</i></p> - -<p>Under the title of “<span class="smcap">Sir Copp</span>,” is depicted the character of a -copperhead, whose career closes at the gates of hell. The story -is a contrast of patriotism with disloyalty; the theme growing -out of the late rebellion. The poetry is lively in measure. The -author’s former works drew down the encomiums of several good -authorities in literary matters. The volume is highly creditable -to the publishers.</p> - -<p class="center"><i>From the Chicago Republican.</i></p> - -<p>Mr. Clarke is favorably known to the reading public as the -author of several poems published in England, which have received -warm praise from the leading English reviews. The purpose -of this effort of his muse is to contrast a dark phase of human -depravity, as exhibited by the copperhead rebels of the -northern states, with the beauty and power of loyalty to God and -country. Incidentally, he satirises Tennyson, mourns over the -grave of Lincoln, and celebrates the heroes of Murfreesboro, and -many another bloody field. He writes with a sharp pen, and -shows no mercy to the traitors. “Sir Copp,” having undergone -a severe moral and physical dissection, is introduced by the -author into hell, whence Satan, unwilling to entertain him, sends -him back to earth to be punished according to his deserts.</p> - -<p class="center"><i>From the Staats Zeitung (German.)</i></p> - -<p>Mr. Thomas Clarke, a celebrated British Poet, who lives here -in the West, has produced a poem under the title of “Sir Copp,” -in which he shows forth the copperheads and their actions during -the war. 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