When ruthlessly they plunder The mother, and her child. O free and fearless Nation, Wipe out this damning spot, Earth's worst abomination, And nature's blackest blot; Begin and speed the rather To help with hand and eye The children of your Father Beneath His tropic sky. He-He who form'd and frees us And lo! One great salvation Has burst upon the World,And God's Illumination Like noonday shines unfurl'd; Shall bonds or colour pale it? Candace's Eunuch-say The first, though black, to hail it, And love the Gospel Day! "" YE THIRTY NOBLE NATIONS." Columbia, well I note it That half your sons are strong Against this ill, and vote it A folly and a wrong; Yet, lurks there not a loathing, Ay, with your best inclined, Against that sable clothing Of Man's own heart and mind? I charge you by your power, That wipes away this Shame: So let whatever threaten, While GOD is on our side, The world shall well divide,— In 237 TO THE UNION. (IN 1851.) GIANT aggregate of nations, Glorious Whole of glorious Parts, Unto endless generations Live United, hands and hearts! Be it storm or summer-weather, Peaceful calm, or battle-jar, Stand in beauteous strength together, Sister States, as Now ye are ! Every petty class-dissension, Heal it up, as quick as thought; Every paltry place-pretension, Crush it, as a thing of nought: Let no narrow private treason Your great onward progress bar, But remain, in right and reason, Sister States, as Now ye are ! Fling away absurd ambition! Be above such grovelling things! In each other's joys delighted, TO THE UNION. Were I but some scornful stranger, And a friend who speaks from far, If it seems a thing unholy Freedom's soil by slaves to till, Charm'd with your commingled beauty To redeem from bonds the bound! Shall proclaim your joint uprightness, ye are! So, a peerless constellation May those stars for ever blaze ! Three-and-ten-times-threefold nation, Go a-head in power and praise! 239 Like the many-breasted goddess Sister States, as Now ye are. TO CERTAIN OF "THE FOURTH ESTATE.” (A BALLAD OF WARNING.) YE that steer the minds of men, Pilots of the public will, By the rudder of the pen Guiding us to good or ill, Who shall tell how vast your power, Monarchs of the mighty Press ? Kings uncrown'd, unseen, unknown! And within yourselves shall stand Strongly, till yourselves alone That firm pyramid of stone To a crumbling hill of sand! Till YE change it: till good sense |