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1869 AD (search for this): chapter 1
; And a little boy stood up: “General, Tell 'em we're rising!” O black boy of Atlanta! But half was spoken: The slave's chain and the master's Alike are broken. The one curse of the races Held both in tether: They are rising,—all are rising, The black and white together! O brave men and fair women! Ill comes of hate and scorning: Shall the dark faces only Be turned to morning?— Make Time your sole avenger, All-healing, all-redressing; Meet Fate half-way, and make it A joy and blessing! 1869. The Emancipation group. Moses Kimball, a citizen of Boston, presented to the city a duplicate of the Freedman's Memorial statue erected in Lincoln Square, Washington. The group, which stands in Park Square, represents the figure of a slave, from whose limbs the broken fetters have fallen, kneeling in gratitude at the feet of Lincoln. The group was designed by Thomas Ball, and was unveiled December 9, 1879. These verses were written for the occasion. amidst thy sacred effigies Of
May (search for this): chapter 1
fly back! Wheel hither, bald vulture! Gray wolf, call thy pack! The foul human vultures Have feasted and fled; The wolves of the Border Have crept from the dead. From the hearths of their cabins, The fields of their corn, Unwarned and unweaponed, The victims were torn,— By the whirlwind of murder Swooped up and swept on To the low, reedy fen-lands, The Marsh of the Swan. With a vain plea for mercy No stout knee was crooked; In the mouths of the rifles Right manly they looked. How paled the May sunshine, O Marais du Cygne! On death for the strong life, On red grass for green! In the homes of their rearing, Yet warm with their lives, Ye wait the dead only, Poor children and wives! Put out the red forge-fire, The smith shall not come; Unyoke the brown oxen, The ploughman lies dumb. Wind slow from the Swan's Marsh, O dreary death-train, With pressed lips as bloodless As lips of the slain! Kiss down the young eyelids, Smooth down the gray hairs; Let tears quench the curses That burn t
1859 AD (search for this): chapter 1
c Graal I see, Brimmed with His blessing, pass from lip to lip In sacred pledge of human fellowship; And over all the songs of angels hear; Songs of the love that casteth out all fear; Songs of the Gospel of Humanity! Lo! in the midst, with the same look He wore, Healing and blessing on Genesaret's shore, Folding together, with the all-tender might Of His great love, the dark hands and the white, Stands the Consoler, soothing every pain, Making all burdens light, and breaking every chain. 1859. The summons. my ear is full of summer sounds, Of summer sights my languid eye; Beyond the dusty village bounds I loiter in my daily rounds, And in the noon-time shadows lie. I hear the wild bee wind his horn, The bird swings on the ripened wheat, The long green lances of the corn Are tilting in the winds of morn, The locust shrills his song of heat. Another sound my spirit hears, A deeper sound that drowns them all; A voice of pleading choked with tears, The call of human hopes and fe
1843 AD (search for this): chapter 1
and godlike soul of man! But for us and for our children, the vow which we have given For freedom and humanity is registered in heaven; No slave-hunt in our borders,—no pirate on our strand! No fetters in the Bay State,—no slave upon our land! 1843. The Christian slave. In a publication of L. F. Tasistro—Random Shots and South. ern Breezes—is a description of a slave auction at New Orleans, at which the auctioneer recommended the woman on the stand as A good Christian! It was not uncce-swamp, from the trader's cell; From the black slave-ship's foul and loathsome hell, And coffle's weary chain; Hoarse, horrible, and strong, Rises to Heaven that agonizing cry, Filling the arches of the hollow sky, How long, O God, how long? 1843. The sentence of John L. Brown. John L. Brown, a young white man of South Carolina, was in 1844 sentenced to death for aiding a young slave woman, whom he loved and had married, to escape from slavery. In pronouncing the sentence Judge O'N
1791 AD (search for this): chapter 1
unshine of my faith And earnest trust in thee? Go on, the dagger's point may glare Amid thy pathway's gloom; The fate which sternly threatens there Is glorious martyrdom! Then onward with a martyr's zeal; And wait thy sure reward When man to man no more shall kneel, And God alone be Lord! 1832. Toussaint L'ouverture. Toussaint L'Ouverture, the black chieftain of Hayti, was a slave on the plantation de Libertas, belonging to M. Bayou. When the rising of the negroes took place, in 1791, Toussaint refused to join them until he had aided M. Bayou and his family to escape to Baltimore. The white man had discovered in Toussaint many noble qualities, and had instructed him in some of the first branches of education; and the preservation of his life was owing to the negro's gratitude for this kindness. In 1797, Toussaint L'Ouverture was appointed, by the French government, General-in-Chief of the armies of St. Domingo, and, as such, signed the Convention with General Maitland
1865 AD (search for this): chapter 1
meth, The port ye yet shall win; And all the bells of God shall ring The good ship bravely in! 1865. Laus Deo! On hearing the bells ring on the passage of the constitutional amendment abolisoad! With a sound of broken chains Tell the nations that He reigns, Who alone is Lord and God! 1865. Hymn for the Celebration of Emancipation at Newburyport. not unto us who did but seek The wn way Thy work is done! Our poor gifts at Thy feet we cast, To whom be glory, first and last! 1865. After the war. The peace Autumn. Written for the Essex County Agricultural Festival, 18651865. thank God for rest, where none molest, And none can make afraid; For Peace that sits as Plenty's guest Beneath the homestead shade! Bring pike and gun, the sword's red scourge, The negro's broken men as one! To the Thirty-Ninth Congress. The thirty-ninth congress was that which met in 1865 after the close of the war, when it was charged with the great question of reconstruction; the up
1844 AD (search for this): chapter 1
. The sentence of John L. Brown. John L. Brown, a young white man of South Carolina, was in 1844 sentenced to death for aiding a young slave woman, whom he loved and had married, to escape from do is to succeed—our fight Is waged in Heaven's approving sight; The smile of God is Victory. 1844. Texas. Voice of New England. The five poems immediately following indicate the intense f; Valleys by the slave untrod, And the Pilgrim's mountain sod, Blessed of our fathers' God! “ 1844. To Faneuil Hall. Written in 1844, on reading a call by a Massachusetts Free. man for a m1844, on reading a call by a Massachusetts Free. man for a meeting in Faneuil Hall of the citizens of Massachusetts, without distinction of party, opposed to the annexation of Texas, and the aggressions of South Carolina, and in favor of decisive action againsar it, The heavens above us spread! The land is roused,—its spirit Was sleeping, but not dead! 1844. New Hampshire. God bless New Hampshire! from her granite peaks Once more the voice of Stark<
1858 AD (search for this): chapter 1
grain of God springs up From ashes beneath, And the crown of his harvest Is life out of death. Not in vain on the dial The shade moves along, To point the great contrasts Of right and of wrong: Free homes and free altars, Free prairie and flood,— The reeds of the Swan's Marsh, Whose bloom is of blood! On the lintels of Kansas That blood shall not dry; Henceforth the Bad Angel Shall harmless go by; Henceforth to the sunset, Unchecked on her way, Shall Liberty follow The march of the day. 1858. The pass of the Sierra. all night above their rocky bed They saw the stars march slow; The wild Sierra overhead, The desert's death below. The Indian from his lodge of bark, The gray bear from his den, Beyond their camp-fire's wall of dark, Glared on the mountain men. Still upward turned, with anxious strain, Their leader's sleepless eye, Where splinters of the mountain chain Stood black against the sky. The night waned slow: at last, a glow, A gleam of sudden fire, Shot up behind th
1845 AD (search for this): chapter 1
ing Encamps with Freedom on the field of fight; Still to her banner, day by day, are pressing, Unlooked — for allies, striking for the right! Courage, then, Northern hearts! Be firm, be true: What one brave State hath done, can ye not also do? 1845. The pine-tree. Written on hearing that the Anti-Slavery Resolves of Stephen C. Phillips had been rejected by the Whig Convention in Faneuil Hall, in 1846. lift again the stately emblem on the Bay State's rusted shield, Give to Northern with bloody rain, The myriad-handed pioneer may pour, And the wild West with the roused North combine And heave the engineer of evil with his mine. 1846. At Washington. Suggested by a visit to the city of Washington, in the 12th month of 1845. with a cold and wintry noon-light On its roofs and steeples shed, Shadows weaving with the sunlight From the gray sky overhead, Broadly, vaguely, all around me, lies the half-built town outspread. Through this broad street, restless ever, Ebbs
1840 AD (search for this): chapter 1
g arches still! And even this relic from thy shrine, O holy Freedom! hath to me A potent power, a voice and sign To testify of thee; And, grasping it, methinks I feel A deeper faith, a stronger zeal. And not unlike that mystic rod, Of old stretched o'er the Egyptian wave, Which opened, in the strength of God, A pathway for the slave, It yet may point the bondman's way, And turn the spoiler from his prey. 1839. The world's convention Of the friends of Emancipation, held in London in 1840. Joseph Sturge, the founder of the British and Foreign Anti- Slavery Society, proposed the calling of a world's anti-slavery convention, and the proposal was promptly seconded by the American Anti-Slavery Society. The call was addressed to friends of the slave of every nation and of every clime. Yes, let them gather! Summon forth The pledged philanthropy of Earth. From every land, whose hills have heard The bugle blast of Freedom waking; Or shrieking of her symbol-bird From out his clo
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