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 "Sumner is dead. 
 
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 Delivered at Washington 
 
 EVANGELI N E. 
 
 I.OF WEED. PARSONS (4 CO , A LBA N Y . N 
 
ORATION 
 
 CHARLES SUMNER, 
 
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 COLORED PEOPLE. 
 
 " And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto 
 Write! 
 Messed are the dead which die 
 
 In the Lord! 
 Thai they may rest from their labors, 
 A >ni their works 
 Do follow them."— R.EV. xiv., i ;. 
 
 By EVANGELINE. 
 
 ALBANY: 
 WEED, PARSONS & CO., PRINTERS. 
 
 1874. 
 
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CHARLES SUMNER. 
 2m TSUcmovicYvn. 
 
 The nation's heart is sad ! 
 Her best beloved son, 
 
 The great and good ! 
 Has winged his flight from earth, 
 And white robed angels 
 Shift the gorgeous scenery of the sky 
 To let his soul pass onward 
 To his God ! 
 Who sent his messenger to bid him "Come. 
 
 Sumner is dead ! 
 Oh ! many moons must come 
 
 And many go 
 Ere we be comforted again, 
 
 Or hush the sighs 
 That follow him up the golden stair, 
 Echoing through all the shining corridors 
 
 Of heaven, 
 Where our beloved one has gone to rest ! 
 
Jn JVLemoriam. 
 
 Sumner is dead ! 
 Oh, sad refrain ! 
 In which the teeming earth 
 Doth find a voice, 
 And nature's gentle hands 
 Are laid within the clasping of our own ; 
 Stilling the joyous songs of long silent 
 
 Birds, 
 That no awakening sound disturb our grief ! 
 
 She casts her snow white mantle 
 O'er the whispering grass ! 
 And hushes the hasty footfall 
 
 Of coming spring ! 
 Calling to the swift March wind 
 To carry along the golden clouds 
 
 To waiting angels 
 The mournful tidings of our woe ! 
 
Sumner is dead ! 
 O sad repeating words ! 
 That beat upon our hearts 
 Like showers of frozen hail ! 
 
 Melting in tears ! 
 That swell the tidal wave of sorrow, 
 Sweeping adown the great Pacific slopes, 
 Rushing along 
 To the sorrowful shores of the broad Atlantic. 
 
 Sumner is dead ! 
 And bitter tears 
 From our sad eyes 
 Doth make us little recompense 
 For his most noble life ! Though 
 The nations of the earth rise up to comfort us 
 The glorious Orient and the kindly Occident 
 Stretch forth their hands 
 To us 
 Across the spaces of the earth ! 
 
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 Sumner is dead ! 
 And the tears of heaven 
 Are mingling with the tears of earth, 
 Above his new made grave. 
 Showers of stormy rain 
 Descend upon the grave of our beloved dead, 
 Whose most honored dust 
 Is heirloom 
 To all the sorrowing nations of the earth ! 
 
 Sumner is dead ! 
 O mournful hearts. 
 At whose red-lintel doors 
 The angel of sorrow knocks, 
 And knocks again ! 
 () tear filled eyes! upon whose drooping fringes 
 The heavy foot of sorrow presses hard 
 Be comforted ! 
 For God shall wipe the tears from your sad eyes. 
 
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 There is a word. 
 
 When once spoken, 
 
 Fixes its meaning upon every human brain, 
 
 And finds a habitation, 
 Within the sacred chambers of the soul ; 
 
 A word, 
 Whether spoken on the shores of the Orient, 
 Lying in slumbrous dreams 
 
 A-near the sun ! 
 Or the land of the snow and ice, 
 Where gorgeous temples arise, 
 Whose translucent walls are 
 Builded without the sound of hammer or chisel ! 
 
 Whether spoken 
 In the halls of learning or at the fireside, 
 On the ship's deck 
 Or the soldier's camp, 
 
 Finds an echo 
 In every human heart ! 
 
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 JN M.EMORIAM. 
 
 A word. 
 At whose sound 
 The pages of history open, 
 And the stirring deeds of our forefathers 
 
 Are marshaled forth to meet us ! 
 Thousands of trusty swords leap from their scabbards, 
 And the hillsides 
 Are populous with rising life; 
 Long lines of shadowy soldier-forms 
 
 Start up, 
 Forming in dense array along the valleys, 
 Bearing evidence 
 Of the word, 
 Whose meaning 
 Has never been changed since 
 The Almighty traced the boundaries of the sea. 
 And bid the earth come forth 
 From the womb of waters ! 
 That word is Freedom ! 
 
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 EMORIAM. 
 
 A word 
 Fraught with deepest meaning 
 
 To ye, 
 O ye down-trodden nation ! 
 Who stood alone 
 Under the sombre shadow of the past, waiting 
 
 For the angel of the future, the sound 
 Of whose foot-falls made the present tremulous 
 With coming tidings ! 
 A word, 
 Pregnant with joys to the poor fettered slave, 
 Toiling in the heat and burthen of the day 
 In southern fields, 
 Where the snowy cotton 
 Unfurls its fleecy banner to the breeze ! 
 Or in the luxuriant tropics, 
 Where forests 
 Are all ablaze with gorgeous flowers, and birds, 
 And the odorous air 
 Is laden with orange and spice ! 
 
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Or toiling 
 In northern latitudes, 
 Where his best efforts 
 And upward tendencies are clogged ! 
 
 His life burdened with sorrow, 
 And ill-requited toil ! 
 
 O ye men ! 
 Over whose helpless nakedness 
 He cast the mantle of liberty, woven out ! 
 
 Woof and weft ! 
 Of the threads of his very life ! 
 Ye men ! 
 Whose faces were never so black as not to show 
 Behind their dark surface 
 The features of a brother ! 
 Whose hands, unstained by crime, were never so black 
 As to be unfit for his grasp ! 
 In loving token of a long lost 
 Brotherhood ! 
 
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 EMORIAM, 
 
 O ye men ! 
 Whom he discovered 
 Prone in the valley of tribulation ! 
 Looking with infinite longing, and sad yearning eyes, 
 At the solemn vault of heaven, 
 
 Where stars 
 Take their nightly course 
 Around a mysterious centre ! 
 Wondering, 
 If within the folding of those azure doors, 
 There was room for you ! 
 Ye men! 
 For whom this great apostle ol liberty 
 Stretched forth the rod of justice, 
 And smote, 
 With a fearless blow, the stony rock of national caste, 
 Till all the waters of liberty 
 
 Flowed forth ! 
 And he gave you to drink ! 
 
In Memoriam. 
 
 Ye may well 
 Stand with uncovered heads, 
 Above his new made grave, 
 Bowed down with a weight of woe — 
 A sense of loss too great for human expression 
 For the good man, 
 Whom God called in the morning of his life, 
 
 To be a modern Moses 
 To an oppressed and down-trodden nation, 
 
 Upon whose lives 
 The iron-foot of bondage made its impress ! 
 
 For the hand 
 That bore aloft the proud banner of freedom, 
 And scaled the walls of deep-rooted prejudice. 
 To demand 
 From the custodians of human liberty, 
 The scroll of your birth-right ! 
 Lies cold and still 
 In death ! 
 
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The strong right arm 
 That smote the pillar of 
 Your wrongs in the dust ! Calling back 
 Fleeting generations, before whose revelations 
 The white faces of the earth 
 
 Stood still ! 
 Trembling before outraged heaven. 
 Upon whose faithful pages every oppression, 
 Every lash of the whip, 
 Every tear 
 From long suffering eyes were registered 
 For future reference ! 
 " Beware ! " 
 Said Sumner in his great appeal to humanity, 
 " Of the groans of wounded souls ; 
 Oppress not to the uttermost 
 A single heart ! 
 For one solitary sigh has power to overset 
 A whole world / " 
 
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O, ye freed people ! 
 Scarce had the name of 
 Fillmore 
 Traced its guilty lines upon the page 
 Of that most consummate act 
 Of cruelty, 
 When a hundred guns from Boston's classic heights 
 Belched forth their teeming fire 
 
 In ratification 
 Of the great treaty of blood ! 
 Like a ponderous knell ! 
 Their jarring sound boomed out your death cry, 
 Upon the soul of Sumner ! 
 And all the night, of that most lurid day, 
 
 Alone with his God. 
 His fast retreating and coming footsteps 
 Made his silent chamber eloquent with his agony. 
 And kept their mournful rythm 
 With the throes of his soul ! 
 
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This true man 
 Who stood up in your midst 
 Like a pillar of light ! 
 Endowed with power to emit a radiance 
 All its own ! 
 When friend and foe alike 
 Refusing the succor and protection 
 Of a common humanity ; 
 Would force back the hapless, 
 
 Fugitive slave 
 To the hell of slavery ; 
 
 " Thus openly DEFYING 
 Every sentiment of justice, humanity and christian duty." 
 Leaving to coming generations 
 A record of human wrongs, 
 " Amongst the crimes of history, another 
 Is about to be recorded, 
 Which no tears can blot out ! " 
 Said the upright statesman. 
 
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As he stood 
 Amidst the surging tide 
 Of calumny and misconception. 
 Bearing up 
 Against the pressure of the waves of " caste." 
 His solemn words echoing through the senate : 
 " By the supreme lazv 
 Which commands me to do justice ; 
 By the comprehensive 
 A nd conscientious law 
 
 Of brotherhood ; 
 By the constitution 
 I have sworn to support, 
 I am bound to disobey this act ! 
 A nd never, 
 In any circumstance, can I rc?ider volmitary aid to it ! 
 Pains and penalties I will endure ! 
 This great wrong I will ?iot do. 
 
 Better be the victim, 
 Than the instrument of wrong ! " 
 
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Fired ! 
 With Athenian eloquence, 
 Towering aloft in his noble manhood ! 
 Bearing- the grand proud form 
 Of a Cret'an hero ! 
 
 Hurling ! 
 The thunder of heaven 
 
 Upon the guilty heads 
 Of your inhuman and infamous oppressors, 
 Who would enslave 
 The very freedom of his speech ! 
 And hang 
 The fetters of party strife 
 Upon his independent thoughts ! 
 But he rose up in his giant strength, 
 Raising the prostrate column 
 
 Of your rights, 
 Manfully fighting for it, block by block, 
 Every inch of the ground 
 Contested ! 
 
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What wonder 
 That common minds, 
 Lacking the moral vertebrae (backbone) 
 Of a grand and noble humanity, should deem him 
 Passionate ! 
 Yet, " what is life 
 Without passionate feeling 
 To false sentiment ? 
 It is, indeed, a dangerous auxiliary ; 
 But no true sentiment is complete 
 Without it." 
 And truer sentiments 
 Never lit the fires of eloquence in a purer breast 
 Than Sumner's ! 
 A breast that heaved with indignation 
 
 For your bitter wrongs, 
 And the piteous spectacle of human nature 
 That Taney's mandate presented 
 To the eyes of the world ! 
 
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That, 
 " The black man 
 Has no rights the white man is bound to respect." 
 O ! omnipotent 
 And omnipresent God ! 
 Who made us in thine own image, 
 Breathing 
 Thine own pure breath 
 Into our dust-created bodies ! 
 Giving of thine own life 
 A semblance 
 So great in all its purity so grand in all its fulness, 
 That our humanity can scarce contain it ! 
 So, whether our faces be black, or whether 
 
 They be white. 
 If we but retain thy semblance. 
 And keep within 
 
Jn/& 
 
 EMORIAM. 
 
 The sacred 
 Cloister of our souls 
 The lamp that thou didst consecrate 
 
 And gave 
 Into our most solemn keeping 
 To illuminate the fair pages of our lives, 
 
 And shed 
 Its holy light upon the path 
 That lies along the shimmering moon-beams of the sky, 
 Upon whose silver stair 
 Expectant angels wait ; 
 Whose luminous wings enfold us round about, 
 Bearing our happy souls 
 Beyond the sapphire gates 
 
 To the home 
 From whence we came- 
 ls are as one to thee ! 
 A nd all the thinking, reasoning nations 
 Of the earth! 
 
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Once only 
 In the history of this nation, 
 The floor of the senate chamber 
 Dedicated to justice and liberty, 
 Is stained with the blood 
 Of a martyr ! 
 He lay helpless and lifeless along that floor, 
 Like an Athenian warrior 
 Slain upon the altar of his country ! 
 His grand, proud head 
 Dyed with the crimson tide 
 Of his own life blood ! 
 His pale, cold face, and white soundless lips 
 Appealing in their speechless agony 
 To the banner of his country, that hung in starry folds 
 Above his head ! 
 The hand that smote him to the earth, 
 Severed the life-chord of his 
 Physical well-being ! 
 
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But, 
 Out of the blood, 
 Out of the turmoil, the warfare and 
 Passionate strivings, 
 Out of the pain and anguish, 
 Out of the ruin and solitude, 
 Out of the great silence that lay upon his life, 
 There rose up 
 A spirit of grandeur 
 With the thews and sinews of Divine wisdom ! 
 A grander, nobler, truer manhood 
 Wrought out of the fires 
 Of anguish and pain ! 
 A wisdom that has gone its slow, sure round 
 
 Upon the wheels of time, 
 Calling out of your own nation a full man 
 
 To sit in the chair 
 Of him who smote your patriot and friend 
 At his post of duty ! 
 
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Out 
 
 From the ruin wrought 
 By a thoughtless and passionate hand ! 
 Sumner, the christian statesman 
 Arose grander than ever ! 
 Daring to speak the truth 
 Having the moral courage to wear it proudly 
 Upon his lips ! 
 Flooding its glorious light 
 Upon the actions of his life ! 
 Oh ! How we revere 
 The man who speaks the truth ! 
 Whose words and actions 
 Call no unhealthy effort to the mind ! 
 In winnowing out the one bright grain 
 Of truth 
 From the chaff of shiftless falsehood ! 
 The tired brain, weary with analyzing 
 Sought rest in his statements, nor placed them 
 Within its crucible ! 
 
O, truth! 
 Thou art born of God ! 
 On thy fair brow 
 The jeweled crown of purity gleams ! 
 Thy garments 
 Are luminous with shimmering star-light 
 O truth ! 
 Thou semblance of the living God ! 
 What have we not borne, what suffered 
 For thee ! 
 Misconception 
 Darkens thy fair features ! 
 Misconstruction covers thee with her shadowy mantle ! 
 Throwing wide 
 The flood-gates of sorrow 
 That rush from the bitter fountain 
 Of the grieved soul ! 
 In thy right hand is a crown 
 Of glory ! In thy left 
 A crown of thorns ! 
 
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 Truth 
 Is a spirit of glory ! 
 A body of trancendent grandeur ! 
 Sinewy and tenacious 
 For the human mind to grasp ! 
 The nations of the Earth 
 Stand forth to honor 
 A man of truth, 
 And lay their tribute at his feet ! 
 Alas ! too often 
 After his human ear, 
 Strained to the utmost tension to catch 
 The far off sound, 
 After his throbbing heart ! 
 Hungering for human sympathy, thirsting 
 For the cup of love 
 Starving for the kindly hand-grasp, 
 Tired, and worn, and weary, 
 Lays down to die ! 
 
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And 
 The dread Saul's march 
 Thrilling its weird music 
 Above his grave, 
 Is but an echo of dead expectancy and woe ! 
 That fall upon our hearts 
 Like the rustling leaves of autumn ! 
 Ah! 
 There are human faces 
 Meeting our eyes each day, 
 
 Which, 
 If they lay cold and still 
 The air would rend with our lamentations 
 And sorrow ! 
 And our sad tears would vainly try 
 To wash the lines of care 
 From their dead faces ! 
 That till the haunted chamber of our souls 
 For evermore ! 
 
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Yet! 
 No word of sympathy, 
 No outstretched hand, 
 Bore to their full expectant hearts 
 A token ! 
 No kindling glance 
 Of sympathetic brotherhood ; 
 Bore to their asking eyes 
 " I have a care of thee ! " 
 Thus we go on day after day, wrapping 
 The mantle of selfishness round our humanity ! 
 Looking so earthward, 
 The tears of our grieving brother 
 Fall upon our feet ! 
 O, have a care that 
 No such sin as this be recorded in Heaven's register 
 To burthen your free souls 
 As ye go upward ! 
 
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When 
 The weary day 
 Lays down her tired head 
 Upon the dreamy pillow of the past, 
 
 Closing the silent gates of night 
 On her departing foot-falls ! 
 Throwing back upon our thrilling senses 
 
 The curtains of mystery ! 
 That float upon the silence and hush 
 
 Of the night season ! 
 Making the soundless air 
 
 Tremulous with lite ! 
 
 'Tis then, 
 And not till then. 
 Pervaded by a divine restlessness 
 
 We kneel 
 And loose our earthly shoes from off our feet 
 For the ground whereon we stand 
 Is hoi v! 
 
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Alone, 
 With the divine sculptor, 
 Whose unerring chisel, 
 Rounds off the uneven curves and awkward corners 
 Of our erring nature, 
 The heroic statue 
 Is wrought out of roughest marble ! 
 
 So, the good man 
 Is moulded out of his very faults ! 
 Thus the great master hand 
 With divine precision 
 Measured the breadth and depth and height 
 Of Sumner ! 
 To fill with honor and credit 
 The royal shrine ; 
 The grand and noble niche prepared for him 
 In heaven, 
 And in the stirring history 
 Of the world ! 
 
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 EMORIAM. 
 
 There are men 
 So utterly narrow-minded, 
 So wanting in moral vertebrae 
 And grand human nature, that they are never greatly 
 Tempted ! 
 Satan, 
 With discriminating acumen, seeks higher 
 
 Prey than these ! 
 They are all too flimsy, weak, and crude 
 For his purposes ! 
 But, 
 Upon the men of moral breadth, of depths 
 
 Of human pity ; 
 Of height of divine abiding ! Some prince 
 Of the sons of the earth, 
 Whom God has chosen 
 For some great epoch in our history, 
 The whole artillery of hell 
 Is brought to bear ! 
 
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Men 
 Tried and trusted of God ! 
 Fitted to go down to the arena, 
 •' To fight the great fight," from the going down 
 To the rising of the sun ! 
 Struggling with some deadly temptation that has 
 Locked him 
 In its sinewy embrace ; 
 Or taking some wild passion 
 By the throat. 
 And strangling it out of existence. 
 These, 
 The large-hearted, square-headed, high minded, 
 Men of history, 
 Are his best stock in trade ! 
 To these temptation comes ! and if they fall, 
 He lashes them to his chariot wheels, 
 And carries them in triumph 
 Into hell ! 
 
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Jn /VIemoriam. 
 
 But Sumner, 
 The man of princely integrity, 
 Accepted no defeat, acknowledged no tempter ! 
 The lobbyist, 
 Engaged in tunneling under human nature, 
 Fled from before his face ! 
 
 The briber, 
 Whose soft insinuating palm 
 Takes kindly to the hands of his fellow man 
 He, 
 Who cometh with a smile, 
 And asketh for no receipt ! 
 He, 
 Whose loosened purse strings, bind 
 
 The tender conscience 
 With cords, gripped by the sinewy hand 
 
 Of Satan, 
 Turns aside to let Sumner pass on ; 
 The utterly incorruptible ! 
 
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'Tis thus, 
 
 Viewing the great 
 Defender of the constitution surrounded 
 By an atmosphere of bribery and corruption 
 
 Of men 
 Selling the very sinews of their country 
 
 For just so many dollars 
 
 Of bitter enemies, 
 
 Of unstable friends ; 
 
 Of hurry and rush 
 
 Of weak legislation ; 
 Of " the groans of wounded souls ; " 
 Of falsehood and moral contagion 
 
 That we love him best. 
 
 For amidst the soulless throng- 
 He stood up in his peerless manhood 
 
 Like a pillar of truth, 
 And carried with him the brightest 
 
 Stars of the age ! 
 
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In Memi 
 
 'Twas not in vain 
 
 He sat, 
 A studious disciple 
 At the royal feet of wisdom ! 
 Culling- the sweets of knowledge from her tomes ! 
 
 Not in vain 
 Did he visit other lands, and other climes, 
 
 Filling up 
 The vast storehouses of his mind, 
 With the rarest 
 And richest gems of culture, 
 The grand position he had taken in the great 
 Human family 
 Needed this ! 
 He stood like a great tree in the forest, 
 The branches of which stretched out 
 
 So far 
 As to cover the oppressed ones 
 Of the whole world ! 
 
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Let us all 
 
 Kindle our aspirations 
 
 At his shrine ! For the loftiest ideas 
 
 Flow from him ! 
 This our modern Solomon who challenged 
 
 The admiration of the world ! 
 Whose wise and pure character 
 
 Stands out before us to-night 
 As one 
 That fills the void in our highest ideas 
 Of manhood ! 
 The light of his example 
 Throws its clear defining ray along 
 The pathway of our lives ; 
 Keeping our eye upon that beacon of light 
 
 We shall not stumble, 
 But fulfill our duties truthfully, manfully, 
 And with a pure heart! 
 
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His character. 
 In its human and divine greatness, 
 Has a wondrous completeness ! 
 Comprehensive 
 In its compact firmness, its grasp of justice. 
 
 Vital 
 In its rounded purity, its magnanimous 
 Humanity ! 
 Subtle 
 In its fine intuitive sympathy! 
 
 Grand 
 In its lofty ideas of duty ! 
 He 
 Has left us a rich inheritance not in lands 
 Or tenements, 
 But in jewels of silver, jewels of gold, 
 And precious stones ! 
 Heir-looms that shall crown our lives 
 With honor! 
 
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These jewels 
 Dived for, in fathoms deep of the waters 
 Of tribulation, 
 Are our common heritage ! 
 His 
 Nobility of character, caught from divine communing ! 
 His 
 Devotion to truth and integrity of purpose ! 
 
 His 
 Allegiance to pure principles and honor ! 
 
 His 
 Grand moral and physical courage, 
 And his great humanity ! 
 Towering in strength, like a giant tree 
 In the forest, 
 These are the casket of gems 
 He has willed to our keeping, 
 To adorn our lives ! 
 
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Wc stand amazed 
 At the pyramid of work, 
 Of toilsome labors, he has raised up ! 
 
 Labors 
 Associated with your rise, progression, 
 
 And preservation ! 
 The pages of his life are illuminated with 
 The records of his toil ! 
 These facts 
 Should pass into your lives, elevating and ennobling 
 Your efforts ! 
 Raising you upward to 
 The true dignity of daily labor ! 
 Ye diggers of the soil, 
 Remember that he was a digger amongst 
 
 The roots of wisdom ! 
 Remember that he was pre-eminently 
 A laborer, 
 Whose deeds have passed securely 
 Into the history 
 Of the world ! 
 
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 FMORIAM, 
 
 His 
 Work is done ! 
 The temple is built all but the crest, 
 And to tender and loyal hands he has left 
 
 The finishing thereof ! 
 He has fulfilled the mission to which 
 God called him ! 
 He, 
 With the bright band of thinkers 
 And laborers, 
 Has brought you out of bondage, of Egyptian 
 Darkness 
 To the glorious noon day of freedom. 
 
 The promised land 
 Is yours by divine and human right ! 
 From his immense altitude, with the eyes 
 Of prophesy, 
 He could see you possessed of 
 Its every corner ! 
 
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His 
 
 Wreath is woven ! 
 Not upon the garniture of costly 
 
 Sepulchre, 
 But upon the loving and sorrowing hearts 
 Of four millions of freed people ! 
 Not upon 
 The marble statue, 
 But upon the appreciative consciousness 
 Of the world at large ! 
 His wreath is woven ! 
 Every leaf bedewed with tears ! 
 Every flower wreathed in with lamentations ! 
 Tied with the heart-strings of a nation's love ! 
 But, " we mourn not as one without hope ! " 
 For " I am the resurrection and life 
 " Saith the Lord ! 
 He who believeth in me, though he were dead 
 " Yet shall he live." 
 
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Ye women ! 
 Upon whose kindly bosoms 
 Lisping children nestle ! 
 Remember ! 
 For the eyes that saw deepest into your human 
 Woe, 
 And trembled in humid tenderness 
 For your degraded humanity, 
 Are closed for ever ! 
 Remember ! 
 For the lips 
 That broke your galling fetters 
 With the fiery thunder of his manhood's 
 Eloquence ! 
 Re-adjusting, 
 In all its God-given symmetry, 
 The disjointed framework 
 Of your human lives, 
 Are stilled ! 
 
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 In /Wemoriam. 
 
 Ye women ! 
 Who stood alone, 
 On the outer fringes of proud 
 Humanity ! 
 Appealing in your helpless degradation 
 To the pity of the world ! 
 Remember ! 
 For the hand 
 That made room for you 
 Amongst the nations of the earth, 
 And placed a seat 
 
 For you 
 In the halls' of civilization ! 
 Remember .' 
 For the hand, 
 That dug out of the shifting sands 
 Of public opinion 
 The gem you wear proudly upon your bosoms, 
 Lies cold in death ! 
 
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Ye women. 
 Remember ! 
 As ye take a last lingering look 
 At the face 
 Of your dead martyr, 
 On which the surging tide of calumny 
 
 And misconception 
 Have left their harrowing traces, 
 
 That he was 
 The great high priest of your nation, 
 Ministering 
 To its highest aspirations ! 
 Remember ! 
 The hand 
 That lies with such pathetic attitude 
 
 Above his quiet bosom, 
 Opened wide the gates of freedom 
 To your weary footsteps, 
 And let you in ! 
 
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 EMORIAM. 
 
 O ye women ! 
 Remember ! 
 And take heed 
 What influence ye bring to bear upon 
 The coming generation ! 
 For ye, too, 
 Form a strong link 
 In the chain of our civilization ! 
 Woman, in all ages, in all climes. 
 
 White and black, 
 Have swayed an influence over the world 
 
 For evil or lor good, 
 Which has swept the black tide of iniquity, 
 Whose waters reach down to the uttermost depths 
 Of hell ; 
 Or the gentle waves of good, freighted with 
 
 A nation's blessings ! 
 Upon the waves, whose, reflex actions 
 A re the currents tliat flow 
 From heaven ! 
 
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O ye women ! 
 Remember ! 
 And forget not ! 
 Your great patriot and friend 
 Left to your keeping 
 The jewels of divine and human greatness 
 Washed with his tears ! 
 Brightened with his love ! 
 Remember ! 
 And forget not ! 
 The intertwining of your prayer extended hands 
 Forms a stairway 
 By which your nation hope 
 To reach all greatness, 
 All purity, all grandeur, 
 And at last 
 To follow your leader up the shining stair 
 To heaven ! 
 
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As 
 The voice of sympathy 
 Hath a thousand tongues, 
 Making the silent mystery of night 
 Eloquent with gentle whisperings. 
 So, out of the seclusion of my quiet life, 
 
 To ye 
 O ye millions of freed people, I have come ! 
 To ye my sympathies go forth to-night. 
 Sympathies, 
 At whose fountain head, the angel of purity sits ; 
 And from her sacred niche, beholds 
 The coming and the going thereof. 
 
 For ye 
 Whom he called his children, were knit in 
 With every fibre of his heart ; 
 
 And your wrongs echoed 
 To the innermost chamber of his soul. 
 To ye 
 
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 In /Wemoriam 
 
 O ye men ! 
 Who loved him 
 With a love past telling ! 
 Be the better for his noble efforts ! 
 Let the picture of his glorious life 
 Hang ever before your eyes ! 
 Sanctifying your efforts, ennobling your aspirations ! 
 He suffered 
 In the throes of agony to give birth 
 To a higher manhood ! 
 Be that manhood ! 
 True, you have been buffetted and 
 
 Rudely tossed, 
 But that has passed into the oblivion of 
 The receding age ! 
 The present and future 
 Are open to you as never before ! 
 Helping hands are extended to you ! 
 Take care of your opportunities ! 
 
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 Jn M.EMORIAM 
 
 Ye men 
 
 Cultivate truth ! 
 For honor and independence 
 Follow quickly upon its footsteps ! 
 
 Tis true 
 The standard of Sumner is high ! 
 But a-down the ladder of his life there are 
 Steps of granite mould 
 That will bear you upward 
 And onward ! 
 Be ye governed by no ignoble motives ! 
 The time is not far distant when the missing 
 Fringes 
 Of the glorious mantle of liberty 
 Will be sewn on by loving hands ! 
 
 Be prepared for it ! 
 Receive it upon your knees, 
 With uncovered heads ! 
 Remembering whose hand had 
 Wrought it out ! 
 
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Be ye sure 
 
 It is borne to ye 
 
 Within the folding of an angel's wing ! 
 
 Tis yours ! 
 
 By the voice of heaven ! 
 
 'Tis yours ! 
 By the voice of earth ! 
 The pinnacle of your temple of freedom ! 
 The flag that will nutter freely o'er its top ! 
 
 " O, my bill ! My bill ! ! " 
 He cried in the last agonies of death ! 
 " Take care of my civil rights bill ! " 
 
 Were his solemn words, 
 As the messenger of death stood upon 
 His threshold ! 
 " 0, don't let the bill fail ! " 
 Was his dying injunction, as he sought out 
 With his glazing eye, the friend 
 Who kissed his hand in token of 
 The solemn covenant ! 
 
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 In /Wemoriam. 
 
 " Take 
 Care of your rights ! 
 Comes across the ocean of eternity, 
 A solemn message from your friend 
 And benefactor ! 
 Be worthy of him ! 
 Raise the standard of your people higher, 
 And higher still ! 
 To-day is yours ! 
 Grasp firm hold of it, for it cometh not 
 Again ! Let the world see and note 
 The heroic fibre 
 Of which you are made ! 
 Remember the gates of a great future 
 Are open to you ! 
 Educate yourselves, your women and your children 
 Inaugurate and carry on 
 Reform within yourselves; 
 Enlarge your minds ! Quicken your 
 Intelligence, and follow in the footsteps 
 Of Sumner ! 
 
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Ye men. 
 
 Look well and wisely 
 
 To your political welfare! 
 
 Let not the foul fingers of bribery 
 
 And corruption 
 Pollute the pure scroll of your 
 Birthright ! 
 Remember the loving laborers upon the walls 
 Of liberty's republican temple. 
 A temple built on free soil ! 
 " Its corner stone," said Sumner, " is freedom ; 
 Its broad, all sustaining arches, 
 Truth, justice and humanity ! 
 Like the ancient Roman capitol, at once 
 A temple and a citadel ! 
 Fit shrine for the genius of A merican institutions." 
 A shrine at whose high A Itar 
 The best and noblest of the land doth minister ! 
 
 A temple wherein the lamp of human pity 
 Suspended by the chain of universal brotherhood 
 Swings its perpetual light ! 
 
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Adieu 
 Charles Sumner ! 
 Thou friend of humanity, Adieu ! 
 Never! Till the sun 
 Folds up his gorgeous mantle ! 
 Hiding his burning head 
 In the dark valley of chaos ! 
 
 Never ! 
 
 Till the moon's pale hand 
 
 Forgets to throw her silver shower 
 
 A-down the ether track ! 
 
 Never ! 
 Till the angels forget 
 To replenish the glistening starlight 
 In the sky ! 
 Never ! 
 Till the great surging deep recedes 
 To the mysterious outlet, 
 From whence the voice of God 
 Called it forth ! 
 
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Never ! 
 
 Till the murmuring shells 
 
 Lying along the sunny shores 
 
 Forget their music ! 
 
 Never ! 
 
 Till the flowers hide their heads 
 
 Upon the dying heart of nature, 
 
 Sighing out the requiem 
 
 " There is no more life ! " 
 
 And the birds go silently to their death ! 
 
 Never ! 
 
 Till human hearts 
 
 Throb out their last breath 
 
 Shalt thou be forgotten ! 
 
 Nay ! Not even then ! For 
 
 As we go upward on our last journey 
 
 We'll see thy name with the names of the just 
 
 Written in letters of gold 
 
 Across the sky ! 
 
 Finis. 
 
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 " It will take a long time to get the whole 
 truth told about that noble man, and many 
 voices to tell it." 
 
 HENRY W. LONGFELLOW 
 
 Cambridge, May n, 1874. 
 
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