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 UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. 
 
LIBERTY'S ORDEAL. 
 
 BY 
 
 PUTIS^AM P. BISHOP. 
 
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 Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1864, 
 
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 In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States for the 
 Southern District of New York. 
 
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 O. A. ALVORD, 6TEEEOTYPEB, 
 
TO HON. JESSE P. BISHOP. 
 
 I HAVE written this poem because of my belief that, 
 in times like these, an American citizen should bring all 
 his faculties to the support of his Government. The rule 
 that, as Poetry is a Fine Art, a poem must be an end 
 unto itself, and be distinguished from an oration in hav- 
 ing no outward end, I have ventured to disregard. My 
 aim has been precisely the same that I should have 
 maintained had I been composing an oration. Indeed, 
 each of the two parts was written with a view to its pub- 
 lic recitation. This, together with the fact that Part I. 
 was completed before the occurrence of the events 
 related in Part II., must account for the unsymmetrical 
 arrangement of topics. The poem, as a mere work of 
 Art — as an end instead of a means — could be greatly 
 improved in point of symmetry, with little labor. But 
 I have thought it best, upon the whole, to let it stand 
 in its original form. 
 
4 PREFACE. 
 
 The pursuit of my object has necessitated the forego- 
 ing of several attractive features, by which a great part 
 of our later poetry is distinguished. Among these are 
 the mystic element, which never fails, when ably man- 
 aged, to awaken a singularly deep, though undefinable, 
 emotion, and the penetrable obscurity by which provi- 
 sion is made for the addition of the pleasure of dis- 
 covery to that of gratified taste. Throughout, I have 
 aimed at perspicuity. To, secure it, I have contented 
 myself with many lines which, to my own ear, have an 
 extremely disagreeable sound. Still, in some instances, 
 I have admitted a shade of meaning different from the 
 one I preferred. I suppose it lies within the capabilities 
 of the English language to express any clearly-defined 
 thought, at once, with perfect precision, and in unexcep- 
 tionable numbers. But the requisite expenditure of 
 time cannot always be afforded. 
 
 You will understand that the fiction of a conclave, in 
 Part I., was introduced for the sole reason that it enabled 
 me to present, more briefly, and more clearly, than I 
 could have done by any other expedient, my view of 
 the motives and designs of the rebel leaders in attempt- 
 ing the destruction of the Union. No further merit is 
 claimed for it. On the contrary, I perceive very 
 plainly that, artistically viewed, it is open to unfavora- 
 ble criticism. 
 
PREFACE. 5 
 
 It is unquestionable that many of our public servants, 
 wbom I liave not named, have, during the contest, in the 
 exhibition of high qualities, fully equalled many others 
 of whom I have made commendatory mention. Dis- 
 tributive justice, in a work of this kind, would be 
 eminently desirable, if it were possible. Of course, it 
 is out of the question. So far as I have gone, I have 
 endeavored to act justly. I have bestowed neither 
 praise, nor censure, where I did not believe it richly 
 deserved. But enough. This, with all its faults, is the 
 best offering that I can make the Republic at present. 
 
 Auburn, September, 1864. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 |art itrst. 
 I. 
 
 PAGB 
 
 Fruits of Unworthiness — Former Joys — Founders of the Re- 
 public — Equality — Hopes 13 
 
 11. 
 The Falsehood — Blindness — A Resolve 16 
 
 III. 
 Aggression — ^Awakening — Rage 19 
 
 IV. 
 
 A Conclave — ^Yancey — Toombs — Mallory — Floyd — Davis ... 21 
 
 V. 
 
 The President Elect — Intercessions 28 
 
 VI. 
 Difficulties 32 
 
 vn. 
 
 Fort Sumter — Heroism 35 
 
8 CONTENTS. 
 
 vin. 
 
 PAGB 
 
 The Great Uprising 39 
 
 IX. 
 Civil War — Magnitude of the Contest 42 
 
 X. 
 Bull Eun 44 
 
 XI. 
 Sorrows 46 
 
 XII. 
 Victories — ^Hilton Head — Mill Spring — Fort Henry — Fort 
 Donelson — Pea Eidge— ^New Madrid — ShUoh — Eoanoke 
 — Newbern — ^New-Orleans 48 
 
 xni. 
 
 Army of the Potomac — McOleUan — Expectations — Strat- 
 egy — Peninsular Campaign 53 
 
 XIV. 
 Pope's Defence — South Mountain — Antietam — Buell-r-Perry- 
 ville — Eosecrans — Murfreesboro 58 
 
 XV. 
 
 Unveiling of Characters — Southern Patriots — Foreign Arti- 
 sans, Merchants, Lordhngs, and Toadies — Copperheads ... 63 
 
 XVI. 
 Questions — Grounds of Hope — Eeasons for Action 10 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 I. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 July Fourth — Independence — Danger— Trust V5 
 
 II. 
 
 The President's Announcememt — Field of Gettysburg TS 
 
 III. 
 Battles of Gettysburg 83 
 
 IV. 
 Helena — Vicksburg 93 
 
 T. 
 Port Hudson — Charleston — Morgan's Raid — New York Riots. 97 
 
 VI. 
 England 101 
 
 VII. 
 France — Russia 105 
 
 VIII. 
 Hostile Forces — Love of Money — Cowardice — Impatience — 
 Narrow-Mindedness — Ultra- Conservatism — Party-Spirit — 
 Demagogism 108 
 
10 COJST'ENTS. 
 
 IX. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Foolishness — ^Wisdom — Divine Favor 113 
 
 X. 
 
 Statesmen — Counsel — Fruits of Grovernmental Justice — 
 The Great Deliverance 116 
 
 XI. 
 Republicanism 120 
 
 XII. 
 Vanity — Visions 125 
 
LIBERTY'S ORDEAL. 
 
 PART FIRST. 
 
LIBERTY'S ORDEAL. 
 
 iart i'mL 
 I. 
 
 Of man's unworthiness the fatal blight 
 Is felt wherever human hopes are bright. 
 Its breath assails the gifts which Heaven bestows, 
 And they are changed to springs of direst woes. 
 The boons heroic men have died to place 
 Among the fixed possessions of their race, 
 Through madd'ning of that bane, are cast away ; 
 Then Night attempts, once more, the throne of Day, 
 And, if the usurpation is withstood. 
 The cost is measureless in groans and blood. 
 
 With what delight our minds, but lately, fed 
 Upon the blessings which our land o'erspread I 
 We saw a heritage of priceless worth 
 In those great deeds which gave our nation birth. 
 
14 liberty's ordeal. 
 
 The aims far-reacMng, present ends above, 
 
 The wisdom, the self-sacrificing love, 
 
 By which our chartered liberties were gained. 
 
 We deemed a pledge that they would be maintained. 
 
 What joy was ours, reflecting on the power 
 
 In which America had grown each hour! 
 
 Her rising wealth, her people multiplied. 
 
 The westward flowing of her human tide, 
 
 The shadows yielding to the reaper's gleam, 
 
 And howl of wolf to locomotive's scream ! 
 
 We saw pervade her governmental plan 
 The truth of man's e(juality with man ; 
 And, when we sought what fruits that truth could yield, 
 A soul-entrancing vision was revealed : 
 Not hundreds lolling on a lofty seat. 
 With millions crouching, delving at their feet. 
 But countless citizens, with heads erect. 
 The happy throng of Liberty's elect. 
 Ascending, side by side, the sacred height 
 Which glows all gorgeously in wisdom's light. 
 
 And then we saw, with hearts still more elate. 
 The Church of Christ unfettered by the State. 
 With course all free, the truths divinely taught, 
 By their intrinsic force, were claiming thought. 
 And in the lives of men, from hour to hour. 
 Disclosing more and more their saving power. 
 Not now a thing of fashion, form, or law, 
 Religion to herself restored we saw. 
 
liberty's ordeal. 15 
 
 O, we believed that, in our native land, 
 
 These springs of blessedness would still expand, 
 
 Till every Christian people of the earth 
 
 Would fitly estimate their matchless worth, 
 
 And, by America's attractive force, 
 
 Be moved to follow in the upward course. 
 
16 liberty's oedeal. 
 
 11. 
 
 But Sin was pressing, all the while, a lie, 
 Albeit there was a God of truth on high. 
 Before the minds of men had clearly seen 
 Of Christian rectitude the light serene, 
 America, as all the world, received. 
 And in a dull, unsearching way, believed 
 The most atrocious falsehood ever told, — 
 That God's own children may be bought with gold ; 
 And when in full effulgence shone the light, 
 Disclosing all the majesty of Right, 
 The eyes of selfishness with piercing pain 
 Were quickly closed, and all was dark again. 
 
 Thus spake the darkened hearts : " What ! give up all 
 This wealth in flesh and blood, which ours we call, 
 And toil ourselves upon our spreading lands, 
 Or pay our gold for toil of other hands ? 
 No more to look upon the sable throng. 
 And feel that all, yes, all to us belong? 
 It cannot be ; and now we say to God, 
 A single stroke of His avenging rod, 
 For bondage of His sons, on none must light ; 
 For we intend to prove that bondage right." 
 
liberty's ordeal. 17 
 
 They thought the Holy One had given heed, 
 And riglitfulness of hellish wrong decreed ; 
 For, with long-suffering their hearts to draw, 
 He still delayed to execute His law. 
 With swelling pride they saw the fertile soil 
 Eespond profusely to the stolen toil. 
 The fruits of sweat, and blood, and pains untold 
 Gave place to ever-growing heaps of gold. 
 They saw their blooming fields stretch far and wide, 
 And their immortal beings multiplied ; 
 And, in this wickedly attained estate. 
 Each look and tone said, " We are very great." 
 
 How stalk the chiefs of this enslaving class, 
 Their hearts of flinty rock, their brows of brass ! 
 What measureless contempt on all they throw 
 Who have no cow'ring human lierds to show ! 
 Who ranks with such, however pale his face, 
 Is of an infinitely lower race. 
 
 What do these men on this Republic's soil. 
 Which proffers manhood's rights to honest toil ? 
 The name " Republic," they salute with sneers, 
 And then they whisper in each other's ears : 
 " How pitiful the folly of that fool. 
 Who does not know that we are born to rule ! 
 They all will know it by and by, but whist ! 
 These thoughts divulged too soon, our mark is missed. 
 With cunning secrecy our way we'll feel. 
 Avowing loud our democratic zeal,. 
 
18 liberty's OEDEAIi. 
 
 And swearing solemnly, in Heaven's high name, 
 To make the great Republic's weal our aim, 
 Till we shall gain the strength to overthrow 
 This cursed Government, that hfts the low, 
 And in our own supremacy shall stand. 
 The known, acknowledged masters of this land, 
 With Slavery's banner waving high in air, 
 Respected, feared, and lauded everywhere." 
 
libeuty's ordeal. 19 
 
 III. 
 
 Too well those arts have thrived, for guilt so black 
 In thickest darkness could conceal its track ; 
 And when impunity had made it bold, 
 And more, and ever more, its aims were told, — 
 When threats were made to work the nation's death, 
 They counted still as boastful, empty breath. 
 'Twas not believed, in passion's wildest storm, 
 That devils walked the earth in. human form. 
 For peace good men were willmg to concede ; 
 For power bad men to each demand agreed ; 
 And thus the blood-stained oligarchy grew, 
 And pressed, from day to day, exactions new. 
 
 At length America's true sons awoke ; 
 The frightful truth upon their vision broke ; 
 They saw with steady sweep the cloud approach, 
 And Slavery's gloom on Freedom's light encroach ; 
 They heard their fathers calling from above, 
 Conjuring them, by all that patriots love. 
 With peaceful ballots armed, to take their stand, 
 And save from tyranny their native land. 
 
20 libeety's ordeal. 
 
 They heard, and they obeyed, and then the rage ! 
 No beasts of prey escaping from their cage, 
 With hunger furious, or mad with pain, 
 E'er screamed, and howled, and whirled, and dashed 
 
 amain. 
 Like Slavery's lords when freemen were so bold, 
 And dared to say, with quiet firmness, " Hold !" 
 
liberty's ordeal. 21 
 
 IV. 
 
 A METHOD in their madness soon was seen. 
 For anger's thorough frankness quite too mean, 
 The traitor-chiefs, with swift, but stealthy tread. 
 And crouching forms, to midnight conclave sped. 
 Let fancy now, as hearers, place us there, 
 Of words ofttimes repeated otherwhere. 
 
 When all the doors were barred, and 'twas assured 
 That none could hear save men by treason lured, 
 While from his eyes the gleams of cunning broke. 
 With low, yet eager utt'rance Yancey spoke : 
 "The hour has come, the hour so long desired; 
 The Southern heart must now be quickly fired ; 
 From State to State our orators must rush, 
 And let the flames of madd'ning passion gush 
 O'er all the throngs that, startled by the shock, 
 To learn its cause will frantically flock. 
 
 " We'll tell them all their rights will soon be gone ; 
 That now destruction's gulf begins to yawn ; 
 For, in their victory, the Yankees boast 
 'Tis their intent to send a mighty host 
 Of old John Browns, to set the negroes free, 
 
22 liberty's OEDEAIi. 
 
 While maids and matrons are compelled to flee 
 
 Throngh forest dark, to reptile-haunted cave, 
 
 Themselves from death, or worse than death, to save. 
 
 Thanks to our freedom from those cursed schools, 
 
 So crippling to the managers of fools, 
 
 We easily shall full belief obtain. 
 
 And thus the end of our aspirings gain." 
 
 Sly winks and leers commended Yancey's close, 
 And then the swarthy bully, Toombs, arose. 
 With rocking form he wore a drunken scowl ; 
 His voice now seemed a grunt, and now a howl. 
 "That's right," he said ; " we'll all go in for that; 
 If anybody won't, I'll knock him flat. 
 And now. Sirs, I will tell you something more : 
 I'll go to-morrow, on the Senate's floor. 
 And tell the Yankees, if they wish to find 
 A first-class rebel, body, heart, and mind, 
 I am the man they seek. O, how I hate 
 The scamps that try to be so learned, and great, — 
 The men we've had to fawn upon,— the fools 
 We've been obliged to wheedle into tools ! 
 
 " I hate the whole concern. I want to smash 
 The Government, and hear the falling crash. 
 Of every pillar that supports a frame, 
 Which even is republican in name. 
 To think that all must vote, and read, and write, 
 And hold their heads so proudly in our sight. 
 And talk so pompously of being free, 
 
libeety's oedeal. 23 
 
 As if they thought themselves as good as we ! 
 WeVe had to bear it, but we'll show them now 
 Their rascal necks were only made to bow." 
 
 As reeled the bully, foaming, to his seat, 
 
 The fox-eyed Mallory was on his feet : 
 
 " The heart," said he, " of every Southern chief 
 
 Must have a foretaste now of sweet relief 
 
 In knowing that the hour is near at hand. 
 
 When Slavery's noble champions shall stand 
 
 In their exclusive dignity and might. 
 
 And other men shall cease to claim the right, 
 
 As equals, on their footing to appear. 
 
 Or in affairs of state to interfere. 
 
 " But I submit, if it were wisdom's choice 
 At once to give our thoughts and wishes voice. 
 If Southern men our aims too soon shall know, 
 That knowledge will become our direst foe. 
 We must be fitted for a deadly strife. 
 Before we can attempt the nation's life ; 
 We must have time our energies to wake, 
 And posture for the serpent-spring to take ; 
 And still the Government, with greatest care, 
 Must be disabled fitly to prepare. 
 
 " 'Tis plain, the only way of safety lies 
 In wearing still republican disguise, 
 And still remaining at our posts of trust, 
 The requisite machinery to adjust. 
 
24 liberty's oedeal. 
 
 The Government will then our wages pay 
 "While her foundation stones we dig away, 
 And all the people of the North will think 
 Secession from the earth about to slink ; 
 For stupid Puritans will ne'er suspect . 
 That, under oath to keep, obey, protect 
 The Constitution in its pristine power, 
 We're swiftly drawing on its i&nal hour." 
 
 Then Secretary Floyd, with sparkling eyes, 
 Which told how fully he could sympathize 
 With meanness, forward sprang, and thus he spoke 
 " The language of my honored friend awoke 
 Some thoughts and sonie conceptions in my mind, 
 Which possibly you may of value find. 
 Since I control the military force. 
 And weak Buchanan gives my will free course, 
 What soldiers I'm not able to seduce, 
 I easily can make of little use 
 By scatt'ring them, at distant points, in squads. 
 To fall before our overwhelming odds. 
 The arms and all munitions I Avill steal, 
 And in the arsenals of the South conceal. 
 
 " I'll take it, too, upon myself to see 
 That Toucey's conduct shall with mine agree ; 
 The ships of war shall all be sent away, 
 For sailors can't be trusted to betray. 
 O, yes ; I'll be a servant good and true. 
 And teach the world there is a service new : 
 
liberty's ordeal. 25 
 
 While paid and sworn for Union's health to care, 
 Her vitals from their fastenings I'll tear." 
 
 Loud cheers were heard, and still some faces wore 
 A look which told that this was something more 
 Than had been counted on, and that it cost 
 A struggle to regard as virtues lost 
 The honesty, and loyalty, and truth. 
 Which seemed so beautiful to joyous youth. 
 
 But soon each voice was hushed, and fixed each eye ; 
 For now, with air imperious and high. 
 The form emaciate of Davis rose. 
 His thin, white lips were set in firmest close, 
 And rays, as of a soul-consuming fire. 
 Were kindling in his eyes a menace dire. 
 With voice sepulchral, yet made strong by will, 
 He speaks to men as frozen corpses still. 
 
 His words are these : " So far as they extend, 
 The views expressed befit our lofty end ; 
 But we may well desire to know at first 
 What is before us, and expect the worst. 
 Too low an estimate, by far, you make 
 Of what 'twill cost the Union's bond to break, 
 And make the people of the South content 
 To see the fondly loved connection rent, — 
 To set the prayers of Washington at naught, 
 And spurn the flag for which their fathers fought. 
 
26 liberty's ordeal. 
 
 " Deception can do much, 'tis very true ; 
 And we must daily have a falsehood new 
 To serve as fuel for their passions' flame, 
 And keep concealed our own exalted aim. 
 But this will not suffice ; for some there are 
 Of all the truths which we deny aware. 
 And firm in their resolves to counterwork 
 The purposes which in our bosoms lurk. 
 For these there must be force. No weakness now ; 
 Beneath our rule their stubborn necks must bow ; 
 Or, if they still will carry them so high, 
 Throughout the South a tree is always nigh. 
 Yes, Gentlemen, through all the South's domain, 
 At once we must establish Terror's reign ; 
 The dungeon and the hangman's cord shall teach 
 No gospel can be held save that we preach. 
 
 " 'Twere utter senselessness if we should hope, 
 Unaided, with the Government to cope, 
 And win success. But yet we shall succeed ; 
 For be assured that French and English greed 
 In our behalf will quickly interpose. 
 And make us masters of our Northern foes. 
 Those nations now their independence sing. 
 But they will learn that Cotton is their King. 
 Besides, all haters of the populace 
 At once our cause will eagerly embrace. 
 The Great Republic is the horrid thing 
 Whose fall their acme of delight would bring. 
 
liberty's ordeal. 27 
 
 " And other allies yet we shall secure, 
 Whose aid will make our triumph swift and sure : 
 I mean that Northern toadies, fools, and knaves, 
 As heretofore, will be our fawning slaves. 
 Then let us quickly to our work, my friends, 
 With all the zeal which high ambition lends ; 
 Throw superstitious scruples to the wind. 
 And do and dare whate'er we needful find." 
 
 There was a plausivc murmur, but no word 
 Of farther counsel ; Davis had been heard. 
 And 'twas enough. The traitors, one by one. 
 Began to move, their cloaks and hats put on. 
 And singly, or in couples, sneaked away. 
 To set their hellish enginery in play. 
 As Davis went, he muttered to his heart : 
 " These senseless villains all expect a part 
 In that dominion which shall proudly rise 
 On iTiins of the Union they despise. 
 Well, let them feed upon the hope awhile, 
 And thus their hours of toil for me beguile ; 
 But soon to all the world it shall be known, 
 That all the power is mine, and mine alone." 
 
28 liberty's oedeal. 
 
 V. 
 
 Be traitorous ambition shut from view, 
 And trace affections of another hue. 
 For westward from Atlantic's waves, where spread 
 The treeless plains which lately felt the tread 
 Of bison herds, as, thundering along. 
 They sought a shelter from the red-skinned throng. 
 The men and women of a town are seen 
 Around a man of unpretending mien, 
 Who stands in attitude to bid adieu 
 To friends, long known, and tried, and proven true. 
 
 This man is of the people ; from his youth. 
 Attentive ever to the voice of truth. 
 And ever prompt in act, his soul has wrought 
 With forces from his country's genius caught. 
 And now he has the people's high command, 
 To take his post as chieftain of the land. 
 And save from fearfulest of overthrows 
 The Government, to which himself he owes. 
 His head is bowed ; a mighty nation's fate 
 Oppresses him with all its mountain weight. 
 And yet of faltering there is no sign : 
 His brow expresses strength in every line. 
 
liberty's ordeal. 29 
 
 His steady gaze bespeaks a soul aware 
 Of peril dire, yet braced its load to bear. 
 
 He speaks, in words whicli pure affection lends, 
 Of separation from his trusted friends. 
 And then, in tones of solemn depth, declares 
 No human power suflScient for the cares 
 Which soon on him shall roll. But now he stops ; 
 He wrestles with his heart ; at last he drops 
 The rein, and lets the strong emotion gush, 
 And all its tokens to his visage rush. 
 While earnestness each tearful eye distends. 
 And he exclaims, " O, pray for me, my friends !" 
 " We will ! we will !" with one accord they cry ; 
 " O God ! send down thy Spirit from on high. 
 To strengthen with Thy might, and richly bless, 
 Thy servant in his work of righteousness." 
 
 Nor then, nor from those heaving breasts alone, 
 Ascends that imploration to the Throne : 
 A thousand ways the lightning couriers bear 
 The noble words of Lincoln through the air ; 
 Now chck the types, now stand in solid forms; 
 The wheezing engines move their pond'rous arms, 
 And wildly hurl about the smoking sheets ; 
 And now the boys are shouting through the streets ; 
 And now a million eager eyes are bent, 
 To search the President's supreme intent. 
 O, how the hearts of Christian patriots burn 
 With sudden, rich delight as they discern 
 
30 liberty's ordeal. 
 
 That he would stand with Jesus in accord, 
 And stay himself upon Creation's Lord. 
 Their hands are clasped ; spontaneously raise 
 Their thankful hearts the sacrifice of praise. 
 
 When evening wanes, the father takes the Book, 
 With deep, and strange emotion in his look, 
 And reads, in tones beyond the reach of art, 
 The promises divine which fill his heart. 
 Around the altar of the home they kneel, 
 And blended souls present a joint appeal. 
 Most fervently they pray that he, who goes 
 To stand between the Union and her foes. 
 May soon prevail, by heavenly power upheld, 
 By love to God, and love to man impelled. 
 The supplication ended, as they rise. 
 The light of confidence illumes all eyes ; 
 And, when they singly ask for nightly care, 
 Each child for " Mr. Lincoln" lisps a prayer. 
 
 When comes the sacred day, and Christian throngs 
 Unite before the Lord their thankful songs. 
 The souls of Christ's ambassadors, in prayer, 
 Go near, the awful Throne, and wrestle there, 
 That marks of wrath divine may not descend ; 
 That God a pitying regard may bend ; 
 That He may still a sinful nation spare ; 
 That He may still vouchsafe paternal care ; 
 That He may now enlighten and uphold. 
 And in the ways of righteousness make bold. 
 
liberty's ordeal. 31 
 
 The country's chief, who knows so well his need 
 
 Of all the heavenly aid for which they plead. 
 
 As from ten thousand pulpits to the skies, 
 
 In earnest accents, these petitions rise, 
 
 A million agonizing spirits cry : 
 
 " Do not, God ! do not the boon deny !" 
 
32 liberty's ordeal. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Ah ! true indeed was that which Lincoln said : 
 " I cannot hope success without His aid, 
 Who guided and who strengthened Washington ; 
 Keliance must be fixed on Him alone." 
 For see ! on every side is Treason's work; 
 In every secret nook her agents lurk ; 
 Her poisonous breath has blasted faith and truth 
 In matron, maiden, veteran, and youth. • 
 Secessionists are poor who boast but lies ; 
 They must be perjured if they hope to rise. 
 Such perjured men the chiefs of State surround, 
 And in the places of high trust are found. 
 Each plan devised to thwart the traitors' aims, 
 With all particulars of dates, and names, 
 Is speedily to traitor-chiefs revealed. 
 By spies beneath oflScial oaths concealed. 
 
 The cunning schemes the Government to rob, 
 Through treachery of Toucey, Floyd, and Cobb, 
 And their base underlings, so well have thrived, 
 That now they see the Government deprived 
 Of power to raise a minatory hand. 
 Or e'en herself with steadiness to stand. 
 
liberty's orde^\x. 33 
 
 By hundreds, men whom she has reared, and taught 
 How battles for her honor should be fought, 
 Are stealing through the darkness of the night, 
 For her disgrace a shameful faith to plight. 
 
 But surely cheering to the President 
 Are words across the heaving ocean sent. 
 The cultivated, philanthropic men. 
 For liberty so free with tongue and pen. 
 From whom such withering rebukes have come. 
 Because America is Slavery's home. 
 They certainly will lift their voices high, 
 And with a matchless earnestness will cry : 
 " Awake ! O, ye Americans, awake ! 
 Your spirits from their baneful stupor shake; 
 To rescue of your country's freedom rush ; 
 The power of mad, rebellious Slavery crush !" 
 
 Since man first looked inquiringly at man, 
 No expectation ever was more vain. 
 There live a Gasparin, a Mill, a Bright, 
 A few beside, who know and love the right. 
 But who can hear these single voices, drowned 
 In that o'erwhelming flood of vocal sound. 
 That choral cry : " Go on, O traitors, on ! 
 Success is yours ; the Great Republic's gone I" 
 
 Nor ended here the pressure toward despair 
 On those who held the governmental care. 
 As servants, not as potentates, they wrought, 
 3 
 
34 liberty's OEDEAIi. 
 
 And at their hands the common good was sought, 
 While they controlled no forces for that end, 
 Save those the people might elect to lend. 
 How sounded then the country's sovereign voice ? 
 In that dark hour, what was the people's choice ? 
 They had no choice. The minds unused to scan 
 Aught worse than common wickedness of man, 
 Were impotent their plans to penetrate 
 Who viewed their country with a bitter hate. 
 The people gave the Government no proof 
 Of readiness to serve their own behoof. 
 
liberty's oedeal. 35 
 
 .»> 
 
 VII. 
 
 In very deed, a God was needed then ; 
 The time had fully come to " cease from men ; 
 And soon in glowing light it was revealed, 
 That, while from every human eye concealed. 
 The Providence, so oft besought in prayer, 
 Had answered with a patient, watchful care. 
 
 In that proud city of the Southern coast 
 Where Slavery's glories have been vaunted most, — 
 Where Slavery's venom has performed its worst. 
 In making patriotic zeal accursed, — 
 Where Slavery's foul conspiracy began, 
 The Sovereign has prepared Himself a man : 
 To Anderson Kentucky's noble son. 
 Is clearly shown the work which must be done. 
 Of faithful ones he has a little band, 
 And each till death will by that banner stand. 
 Which now, with heaving breasts and sparkHng eyes, 
 They see above the walls of Sumter rise. 
 
 There's rage in Charleston when the mid-day sun 
 Writes on the stripes : " A noble deed is done." 
 The signs of loyalty, which there appear. 
 
S6 liberty's ordeal. 
 
 Show Treason's infamy in light too clear ; 
 
 And that which speaks of honor's worth they swear 
 
 Shall wave no more in Carolina's air. 
 
 In stately form the Governor demands 
 
 That Sumter's keys be given to his hands, 
 
 And fair America acknowledge lost 
 
 The massive walls erected at her cost. 
 
 But fair America falls not so low, 
 For Anderson asks God, and God says, " No." 
 The voice divine he tranquilly obeys, 
 Though treason's camp-fires now around him blaze, 
 And wheresoe'er he turns his anxious eyes, 
 He sees the batteries of treason rise, 
 And Moultrie, crazed by arts of Belial's sons, 
 Her sister menaces with big-mouthed guns. 
 
 And now the little band of heroes see 
 A foe more frightful than grim cannonry : 
 The skinny hand of Famine meets each eye ; 
 She screeches out, " Ye madmen, fly ! 
 Bewitched no longer by your country's charms, 
 But find your safety in rebellion's arms." 
 Unmoved by this appeal, the faithful band 
 Await the pointing of the heavenly hand. 
 They wait not long ; past are the numbered days, 
 And now the wrath of man the Lord shall praise. 
 
 As, in the April morning's early light. 
 The watchman on the walls directs his sight 
 
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 Across tlie tide that laves the western shore, 
 
 The earth is seen a snowy cloud to pour 
 
 Upon the air, and, with a thunder-crash, 
 
 Secession's bolts at Union's emblem dash. 
 
 The die is cast ; and now, with hellish rage. 
 
 Blood-thirsty traitors in the work engage ; 
 
 From Moultrie's face, from South, from West, from 
 
 North, 
 The brazen throats their fury bellow forth ; 
 The pond'rous missiles rock the solid walls. 
 And bursting shell to shell descending calls. 
 
 Ten thousand men one hundred men assail ; 
 O, what can efiforts of so few avail ? 
 Does not the starry flag at once descend, 
 And Union to Secession's pleasure bend ? 
 The starry flag still waves its ample folds, 
 And Union still her upright posture holds ; 
 Her enemies mistook her peaceful mien. 
 And now her martial aspect shall be seen. 
 
 Ye souls of patriots, behold this band ! 
 The hands are few, but each a hero's hand ; 
 And now, from casemate and from parapet, 
 The fierce assaults are with defiance met. 
 To Sumter's brow there springs a wreath of smoke ; 
 Around her shoulders is a fiery cloak ; 
 Her frame with mighty indignation shakes. 
 And at her voice the lurid water quakes. 
 The spirit of America informs 
 
38 liberty's oedeal. 
 
 Her every part, and with this fury storms ; 
 The Nation thunders now to traitor-hearts : 
 " I will not perish by satanic arts." 
 
 From morn to eve, from eve to morn again, 
 Before ten thousand stand those hundred men ; 
 And, far upon his second course, the sun 
 Beholds high deeds for Union's honor done. 
 The flames are bursting from the fortress' crown, 
 And coals of fire are thickly showering down. 
 The pallid men are seen to gasp and choke, 
 In heated air and suffocatinar smoke. 
 Yet no one rests ; no one a moment stops ; 
 No tongue a word of heart-exhaustion drops. 
 As nearer comes the raging of the flames. 
 The guns are pointed with still surer aims ; 
 'Tis but a little while those guns can speak. 
 But while they can, their voice shall not be weak. 
 
 Ah ! well that day's decisive work was done ; 
 Eternal honor to thee, Anderson ! 
 Be ever honored, ye heroic men, 
 Who bought such honor for your country then. 
 
LIBEETT's OEDEAl,. 39 
 
 vm. 
 
 As northward flaslies, o'er the slender wires, 
 The glare of traitor and of patriot fires, 
 A nation wakes, as by an earthquake shock, 
 To feel the basis of its being rock. 
 Now twenty million hearts alike are stirred ; 
 From twenty million mouths one cry is heard : 
 " What ! fire upon the old star-spangled flag. 
 And in its place hang out their filthy rag ? 
 Attempt the Government to overthro^w. 
 And lay our matchless Constitution low ? 
 The nation into jarring fragments break? 
 Of all our hopes this shameful issue make ? 
 Shall we behold, from her proud station hurled, 
 America the hissing of the world, 
 And for the lovers of mankind prepare, 
 By our base fall, the chalice of despair ? 
 It shall not be. Ye men of seventy-six. 
 Your gaze serene upon your children fix. 
 And hear them vow the Government you gave, 
 From foes without, and foes within, to save." 
 
 Now Lincoln sees the people have a choice. 
 And wait impatiently to hear his voice. 
 
40 libertt's oedeal. 
 
 The call to arms no longer is delayed, 
 Nor sooner sounded forth than 'tis obeyed. 
 From counting-house, mechanic's shop, and farm, 
 From pulpit, bench, and lawyer's desk they swarm, 
 And make each city and' each village street 
 Kesound with loud hurrahs, and tramping feet. 
 The drum and fife send forth their stirring notes ; 
 O'er every house the Union's banner floats ; 
 On every form are seen Red, White, and Blue, 
 And none finds beauty in another hue. 
 
 Gray-bearded men and smooth-chinned boys are seen 
 Against the walls, with choking sobs, to lean, 
 O'erwhelmed because the officers reply : 
 " You cannot for your native country die." 
 
 A wife is hanging on her husband's neck. 
 And struggling mightily her grief to check. 
 She conquers now ; she looks into his eyes. 
 Prepared far more than life to sacrifice ; 
 She speaks : " My husband, yes ; I will consent. 
 Though God alone sees how this heart is rent. 
 Whea you and I are sleeping with the dead, 
 These precious boys must never hear it said : 
 * A peril dire your country overhung, 
 But still your father to his fireside clung.' " 
 
 The widow from her closet comes, to meet 
 
 The only son, whose gazes still entreat : 
 
 Her voice is calm ; she gently says : " My son. 
 
liberty's ordeal. 41 
 
 Through grace divine, I have the victory won, 
 And in my feelings there is wrought a change. 
 A mother's heart is something very strange : 
 I never loved you so, nor was so proud, 
 As since I last before my Father bowed. 
 I've whispered to my soul, with sweetest joy, 
 * I have a brave and patriotic boy ;' 
 And God forbid a mother's selfishness 
 A son's nobility should e'er repress." 
 
42 liberty's oedeal. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Are these things so ? Are these things as they seem ? 
 Are we in civil war ? Do we not dream ? 
 O, real as the grave, as sin, as woe, 
 As horridest of facts that man may know, 
 Are all these sights and sounds. The fire whose glare, 
 In fitful darts, our vision could not bear, — 
 Whose being we denied, — with sudden burst, 
 Has wrapped the country in its blaze accursed. 
 America is plunged in civil war. 
 Her very life she now is struggling for. 
 To save her from a death of endless shame. 
 Her sons, who still of sons deserve the name, 
 Must face her truthless and misguided sons. 
 With clashing sabres, and earth-jarring guns. 
 
 In other lands, or times, the bards might tell 
 What strifes and " moving accidents" befell, — 
 Might picture forth each stormy battle-scene. 
 And crown each hero with his laurel green ; 
 But who shall linger on the earth so long, 
 That he may trace in narratory song. 
 And lucidly present upon his page 
 The war America is forced to wage ? 
 
liberty's oedeal. 43 
 
 A contest sucli as Earth ne'er saw before, 
 Must bear such fruit as contest never bore, — 
 Must prove the truth to every tribe and clan, 
 That civil liberty is safe for man. 
 The arid plains of far New Mexico 
 Must drink the blood of Union's friend and foe, 
 And eastward thence, to old Atlantic's beach. 
 Unbroken must the line of battle reach. 
 From Chesapeake to Rio Grande's mouth. 
 Along the jagged sea-coast of the South, 
 The thunders of the conflict must resound 
 And mangled human forms must fleck the ground. 
 
44 liberty's obdeal. 
 
 X. 
 
 Unruffled never is the course of Right ; 
 The days of darkness follow days of light. 
 The men who breathe America's free air, 
 For good or ill, will never fail to dare. 
 He slumbers not, by whom 'tis understood 
 When for the righteous cause defeat is good. 
 A people nobly battling for the Right, 
 Must learn to " walk by faith, and not by sight," — 
 Must be instructed by the chastening rod. 
 And wait the grinding of the " Mills of God." 
 
 One day on every spirit, as it passed. 
 Impressed a stamp which will forever last : 
 It was a glorious morn ; the July sun 
 Was breathing to our hearts a glad " Well done ;" 
 And, as we met each other on the street. 
 Each visage seemed the plaudit to repeat. 
 Our souls were ready for an upward bound. 
 And soon the upward-heaving force was found ; 
 It was a shout, a high, exultant shout 
 Of " Glorious Victory !" that sounded out 
 Upon the placid air. We do uot wait 
 To question ; with ecstatic joy elate. 
 
liberty's ordeal. 45 
 
 We say, and say again : " Our cause is won ; 
 What rebels could do is already done ; 
 Their mad attempt is fully ended now, 
 And all to Union's majesty must bow ; 
 Our country's safe ; heroic men no more. 
 For her salvation, precious blood shall pour." 
 We hurry to and fro, such words to speak. 
 While ruddy joy sits blooming on each cheek ; 
 Each eye, — But what is this ? • What can it mean ? 
 Has every man a frightful spectre seen ? 
 All lips are white ; all eyes with horror stare ; 
 Is death or madness hov'ring in the air ? 
 This cruel truth has flashed along the street. 
 Consuming in our breasts a falsehood sweet : 
 " With headlong rush the Union soldiers fly. 
 And traitors lift their shouts of triumph high !" 
 
 For them who still retain the use of sense, 
 Succeed two days of terrible suspense, 
 Until the crushing message from Bull Run 
 Exhausts its never-equalled power to stun. 
 The third day comes, and the suspense is o'er ; 
 For rising, like the distant ocean's roar, * 
 
 And hourly swelling for a mightier sweep, 
 The People's voice, in tones distinct and deep. 
 Declares that this Republic shall survive. 
 Though all the Devils for its ruin strive : 
 The readiness for temporary strife 
 Becomes a willingness to fight through life. 
 
46 liberty's oedeai,. 
 
 XI. 
 
 To fight ! O, dark necessity of Earth, 
 Since wickedness in Eden had its birth ! 
 That one should be compelled by sin to choose 
 The dignity of manliness to lose, 
 And sacred trusts ignobly to betray, 
 Or fellow-men in bloody death to lay ! 
 That, for the vindication of the Right, 
 So many eyes should close to Heaven's light ; 
 Such noble forms be laid in winding-sheets ; 
 Such throngs of mourners go about the streets. 
 
 Till use had wrought a shield before our hearts, 
 Which checked the driving of affliction's darts. 
 So cruelly their bearded points did tear. 
 We feared the failing of our power to bear. 
 When Ellsworth, young, ingenuous, and brave, 
 With mangled breast was covered in the grave ; 
 When brilliant Winthrop ended his career. 
 In presence of the foes he could not fear ; 
 When Baker's lips of eloquence were closed, - 
 And on the bloody sod his head reposed ; 
 And, O, when Lyon led his brave ones on, - 
 With glorious death heroic life to crown, 
 
liberty's ordeal. 47 
 
 What utter impotence in language dwelt, 
 
 To give expression to the ache we felt ! 
 
 O, peacefully may fallen patriots sleep ; 
 
 Their honor in our " Heart of hearts" we'll keep, 
 
 And ever shall the loyal bosom swell, 
 
 When one is named who for the Union fell. 
 
48 LIBERTY^S ORDEAL. 
 
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 It yields assuagement of the mourner's pain, 
 To know that Ufe has not been given in vain ; 
 And tender Pity, reaching from the sky, 
 To stricken souls has brought that knowledge nigh. 
 When stern Adversity its work has done, 
 And needful ends of discipline were won, 
 The righteous Sovereign blessed the loyal brave, 
 And signal for the Right's advancement gave. 
 
 And now, 'behold, with what a lustre shine 
 Achievements crowned with benisons divine ! 
 Du Font's exultant riders of the deep, 
 'Twixt fort and fort in fiery circles sweep. 
 And raise for loyalty a voice so high, 
 That Treason's champions in terror fly. 
 And joyously, on Carolina's shore. 
 Ascend the stars and stripes, to fall no more. 
 
 Upon Kentucky's soil a Union band 
 Fierce ZolHcoflfer's swift assault withstand ; 
 Assail in turn as with a lion's bound, 
 And lay their foemen thick upon the ground. 
 
LIBEliTY S ORDEAL. 49 
 
 And now the rebel host, in scattered flocks, 
 Are wildly rushing to the mountain rocks. 
 
 Believing Foote moves up the Tennessee, 
 And soon beholds a thing which must not be : 
 The flag of Treason waves upon a fort, 
 And sternly bids him cut his voyage short. 
 He makes that flag the object of his aim, 
 And, wrapped in boiling smoke, and shooting flame. 
 Through iron hail, in line direct he drives. 
 Till traitors piteously beg their lives. 
 
 With trenches, hills, and rifle-pits around, 
 At Donelson are rebel thousands found ; 
 Poor men ! condemned to recognize as chief 
 So vile a wretch as Floyd, the perjured thief 
 The degradation will not long endure. 
 For Grant is coming, with approaches sure. 
 They would escape ; McClernand's in the way. 
 And thrice his number sternly holds at bay. 
 Till Smith prepares, and, with a whirlwind rush. 
 His brave ones all opposing foemen crush. 
 And AVallace gathers up a force which sweeps 
 The rebel remnants into panting heaps. 
 Then Floyd and Pillow meanly sneak away. 
 And rebel thousands yield at break of day ; 
 For Grant proposes on the works to move. 
 And prowess of his heroes further prove. 
 
 Deep in the Western wilderness, three days, 
 
 With hostile fires the quaking hill-tops blaze, 
 4 
 
60 liberty's oedeal. 
 
 While Curtis, Sigel, Davis prove their right 
 To head the Western patriots in fight. 
 For Union then there is a joyful shout, 
 And Treason mourns a mighty army's rout ; 
 And then " Pea Ridge" becomes a name of cheer 
 To all who hold our country's honor dear. 
 
 As night, and thunder, and the lightning's glare, 
 Suggest what Pope's grim engineers prepare, 
 A gust of terror from New Madrid blows 
 A multitude of Union's proudest foes. 
 At Island Ten they find but little rest ; 
 By Pope and Foote from every quarter pressed, 
 They flee again, but in the dark morass. 
 Beneath the starry flag as captives pass. 
 
 As over Shiloh's field the daylight breaks, 
 A startling shock a sleeping army wakes : 
 They come ! they come ! By myriads they pour, 
 With crackling musketry and cannons' roar. 
 Our braves leap into lines, in columns form, 
 And breast the fury of the sudden storm. 
 Outnumbered, as they sullenly retire, 
 There is no slack'ning of their deadly fire. 
 But still against the fearful odds they fight. 
 Till Shiloh wears the sable pall of night. 
 So soon as they behold again the sun. 
 The bloody contest is again begun ; 
 The tide is turned, and now the foe must yield ; 
 The Union army holds the silent field. 
 
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 A tempest rages on the North State's coast, 
 And all a gallant, ship-imprisoned host 
 Is loudly threatened with a direful wreck. 
 While Burnside stands upon a heaving deck 
 And trusts in God. The tempest moves away, 
 And soon the patriots, in stern array. 
 As breezes pufF along the battle-smoke, 
 Are seen to stand, the masters of Roanoko. 
 
 Without delay again they are afloat. 
 And now the Neuse gives back their bugle-note. 
 They disembark upon the miry bank, 
 And at the dawn, each in his proper rank. 
 And each prepared to offer up his life, 
 They steadily approach the place of strife. 
 Who would not say the mad attempt must fail 
 That line of frowning breastworks to assail ? 
 But the attempt is made ; the day is won ; 
 In wild dismay ten thousand rebels run. 
 For Burnside, Reno, Foster, Parke have led 
 Such loyal men as traitors well may dread. 
 
 The time has come for Farragut to strike ; 
 What in the past is his achievement like ? 
 A fort is thundering on either hand. 
 And massive chains are stretched from land to land. 
 The burning rafts are ready to descend. 
 And iron monsters will their terrors lend. 
 Amid the huddled ships will gunboats dash. 
 And rams the solid ribs of oak will crash. 
 
52 liberty's ordeal. 
 
 What mighty manager of words has power 
 To pictm'e forth the tumult of the hour, 
 When Farragut was plunging on his way 
 Against the fury of that dread array ? 
 
 The strife was o'er ; and, when the sun arose, 
 The Union fleet, beyond the reach of foes, 
 Though bruised and grimed, laj tranquilly at rest 
 On Mississippi's broad, unruffled breast, 
 Prepared to seek the Crescent City's face. 
 And free her from Secession's foul disgrace, — 
 To introduce the earnestness and skill. 
 The mastery of Butler's mind and will. 
 
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 XIII. 
 
 It could not be forever thus ; such pains 
 As prove to sinful men that God still reigns, 
 And make them know their fancied gold is dross, 
 Were winged abroad by unimagined loss. 
 When praise is stolen from the King on high, 
 The creatures of His hand to glorify, 
 'Tis needful the idolaters should see 
 How pitiful a worshipped man can be. 
 
 O, how resplendent was the ruddy light 
 Which banished all the gloom of Bull Run's night. 
 When young McClellan's meteoric flame 
 Burst forth upon our sky ! To speak his name 
 Was then to taste a ripe and luscious joy. 
 McClellan ! he it was who should destroy 
 The dragon of Eobellion, and should place 
 Eternity's broad seal on Freedom's base. 
 
 With joyful confidence the nation bent 
 Her energies to his support. She sent 
 By tens of myriads, to fill his ranks, 
 Her best beloved sons, with hearty thanks 
 
64 liberty's ordeal. 
 
 That they were privileged, at his command, 
 Before infuriate rebel hosts to stand. 
 
 He showed himself a man of wondrous skill 
 To dress, and group, and organize, and drill. 
 He sat his horse with a peculiar grace, 
 And often spurred him, at a dashing pace, 
 Along the front of his parading host. 
 And made it seem earth ne'er before could boast 
 A man so formed for every warlike feat, 
 So grand a chief, a hero so complete. 
 
 At times, we felt that something must be wrong, 
 When Autumn passed, and Winter moved along, 
 And still that mighty army struck no blow, 
 Nor stirred to meet the near, and threat'ning foe. 
 But we were told, " The mud is very deep. 
 And certainly McClellan's not asleep, 
 But has his plans, and soon will make a move 
 Which plainly his pre-eminence will prove." 
 Unwilling to confess ourselves deceived, 
 We welcomed this defence, and still believed. 
 
 At length we thought our trustfulness approved ; 
 The day arrived on which the army moved ; 
 Then expectation sharpened every sense. 
 And hope shed wild'ring sweetness on suspense. 
 We heard of rushing on the foeman's track, 
 And then of marching out, and marching back. 
 Then came mysterious hints of wondrous schemes, 
 
libeett's oedeal. 65 
 
 And strategy surpassing wildest dreams : 
 A strokes of genius would amaze the world, 
 And Treason down to Erebus be hurled. 
 
 The fogs of mystery were cleared away : 
 In Hampton Roads a fleet of transports lay, 
 And with confusing hum, and splash, and roar, 
 A cloud of men were swarming to the shore. 
 
 Elate with hope, and strong in purpose high, 
 The love of country lighting every eye. 
 They quickly formed in long, and deep array, 
 The order, " Forward," panting to obey. 
 The long expected hour had come at last ; 
 The days of tedious preparation past. 
 Their lines invincible would now advance, 
 And, quickened by their chief's inspiring glance, 
 Assail the hostile bands that blocked their path. 
 And, with the vehemence of righteous wrath, 
 Upon the capital of Treason rush. 
 And once for all the horrid monster crush. 
 
 Alas ! though all the world can plainly see 
 That this is possible, 'tis not to be : 
 The chief has passed the limit of his sphere, 
 And honor has abandoned his career. 
 The nation's idol, held almost divine, 
 Before that peerless host begins to whine, 
 Because the nation's heart is not laid bare. 
 That he, poor quiv'ring, nerveless thing, may dare 
 
56 libeety's ordeal. 
 
 Advance against a despicable force, 
 
 Which could not for an hour impede his course. 
 
 It is a tale to bid hot blushes rise ; 
 A tale with pity's tears to blind the eyes ; 
 And yet a tale admiring love to wake, 
 And bid all patriots fresh courage take. 
 If shame is felt for one's faint-heartedness, 
 For fruitless death of myriads, keen distress. 
 That arniy's deeds should make our bosom swell, 
 And ground the faith that all will yet be well. 
 
 When Williamsburg's intrenchments rose to view, 
 And from their fiery mouths destruction flew. 
 The patient valor of the bloody stand. 
 The steady movement of the less'ning band, 
 The charge impetuous of Hancock's men, 
 And that triumphant shout they lifted then, 
 Threw terrors maddening among their foes. 
 And made it easy, had McClellan chose. 
 To seize at once on Treason's central spring. 
 And have rebellion a departed thing. 
 
 When Chickaliominy foamed on his way, 
 For watchful foes to isolate a prey. 
 The deadly falling flack at Seven Pines, 
 The moveless posture of the slender lines, 
 The stand of company against brigade. 
 The furious assaults at Fair Oaks made, 
 Procured for patriots another sight 
 Of rebel multitudes in headlong flight. 
 
LIBERTY S OEDEAL. 57 
 
 And now begins the memorable week, 
 Whose tale to far-off centmies will speak 
 Of valor tested in a thousand ways, 
 And glowing ever with intenser rays. 
 From Shenandoah's valley Jackson whirls, 
 And, like a thunderbolt, his column hurls 
 Upon a second isolated force. 
 They face him in his desolating course ; 
 He masses here and masses there in vain ; 
 The gi'ound is hideous with his heaps of slain ; 
 The harvesters of Death, through all the day, 
 They hold that overwhelming throng at bay. 
 
 A hurried march by night succeeds the strife. 
 And such becomes the Union army's life. 
 For food and sleep they have the might of will, 
 Until they plant their feet on Malvern Hill, 
 And there decisively the conflict close. 
 By hurling back the avalanche of foes 
 With such terrific energy that, hence. 
 Their dread will serve them as a sure defence. 
 
68 liberty's ordeal. 
 
 XIV. 
 
 As tMckest clouds resist approaching dawn, 
 The veil of hope, o'er understanding drawn, 
 Gave us to learn, with slowly swelling pain, 
 The wretched failure of the great campaign. 
 When rigid truth at last had claimed her own, 
 And all the feared became the fully known, 
 A strange paralysis possessed each heart. 
 We neither wept nor raved, but each apart, 
 We slowly walked, or sat with folded arms. 
 Untouched by hope of joys, or fear of harms. 
 Without a thought which human speech could serve, 
 Or feeling which could agitate a nerv^e, 
 And yet with thoughts and feelings so immense, 
 They almost burst the bond of soul and sense. 
 
 But we awoke ; the future's signal-fire 
 Bade all the shadows of the past retire ; 
 Our eyes were turned upon the Rapidan ; 
 There, there already, was the rebel van ; 
 The myriads were rushing, fired with hope 
 Of sweeping through the thin array of Pope, 
 And onward, onward still, with no delay, 
 Till Washington should lie their helpless prey. 
 
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 The patriots well understood the state ; 
 Each felt intrusted with a nation's fate ; 
 Their shouts defiant through the forest broke ; 
 The Rappahannock was embanked in smoke. 
 While bloody forms grew thick on either brink, 
 And yet the fords' defenders would not shrink. 
 
 The baffled enemies could pass around 
 The line they could not break. Once more they found 
 The Union soldiers and their deadly fire ; 
 The slender band compelled them to retire, 
 And make detour again, and yet again : 
 O, what a question wrung our spirits then ! 
 Could those heroic few still hold in check 
 That multitude, and stay the nation's wreck, 
 Till from the James, their brothers hastening, 
 A glorious deliverance should bring ? 
 
 They fully did their work. Their brothers came ; 
 And, had no chieftain clothed himself with shame. 
 The swift, complete redemption of Bull Run 
 Had then proclaimed the rebel cause undone. 
 But still McClellan quibbled, and deferred. 
 And still he gave, and still he broke his word, 
 Till Porter's barefaced treachery had wrought 
 His own, beside the ruin that he sought. 
 
 Then came the dismal days when Maryland • 
 Beheld invasion's slimy flood expand ; 
 And then South Mountain shook beneath the tread 
 
60 liberty's ordeal. 
 
 Of patriots, before whom traitors fled. 
 
 Up, up they charged, along the rugged steep : 
 
 The cannons roared, but hindered not their sweep ; 
 
 Before their bayonets the lines gave way ; 
 
 The pinnacle was theirs and theirs the day. 
 
 On that high spOt the banner floated out ; 
 
 And far-off" hills gave back the greeting shout. 
 
 Three days had passed, when face to face, once more, 
 The armies stood, each stronger than before. 
 'Twas Hooker's province, stationed at the right, 
 With his tried columns to commence the fight ; 
 Though shortly he was carried from the field, 
 He saw the stubborn foe begin to yield. 
 Then Sumner came, with silver-waving hair, 
 A voice to cheer, a noble heart to dare. 
 But thick upon his front the rebels massed ; 
 On every side his men were falling fast ; 
 His shattered ranks were slowly giving ground, 
 When Franklin's heroes, with a sudden bound, 
 And wild, defiant cheer, were at their side, 
 And, in an instant, turned the battle's tide. 
 
 Down at the left, beneath a batt'ried ridge, 
 The corps of Burnside stormed a narrow bridge. 
 Then upward pressed, and struggled on, till night 
 Forbade the further progress of the fight. 
 The dawn was watched by many eager eyes. 
 And many hearts were lifted to the skies, 
 In thanks, and adoration, for the hour 
 
liberty's oedeal. 61 
 
 Which placed rebellion in the patriot's power. 
 Alas ! McClellan thought it best to wait, 
 And at another dawn it was too* late. 
 
 Kentucky soon our chief attention claimed ; 
 While treason-goaded children scourged, and sliamcd, 
 The robbing bands that Smith and Morgan led. 
 Like swarming vampires, on her life-blood fed. 
 And then, alas ! the bearer of a trust 
 That should exalt, preferred to lick the dust. 
 The fear, that Slavery would experience harm. 
 Froze Buell's heart, and paralyzed his arm. 
 Instead of pressing up the Tennessee, 
 And setting all the mountain region free, 
 He followed in the rebel army's wake. 
 As if to see what course it meant to take. 
 Till Bragg had learned, upon Ohio's brink. 
 There were such foes as gave him cause to shrink. 
 And when the swelling of the Union force 
 Had made it possible to end the course 
 Of that invading army, Buell still 
 For Slavery trembled ; and at Perryville 
 McCook and his companions, left alone, 
 With valor unexceeded vainly shone. 
 
 There came a change, — a Union chief was found, 
 Whom no such despicable fetters bound ; 
 A new directing spirit soon disclosed 
 Of what true stuff that army was composed. 
 
62 liberty's oedeal. 
 
 Amid immovably established claims 
 
 To high renown, that of the coupled names 
 
 Of Murfreesboro and of Rosecrans 
 
 Shall stand the sweep of fate, the shock of chance. 
 
liberty's oedeal. 63 
 
 XV. 
 
 In these our days there is a power abroad 
 Whose tests hypocrisy cannot defraud, 
 Which modest diflSdence cannot evade, 
 Which wrings fi'om men the stuff whereof they're made. 
 And there have been disclosures that should move 
 Our soul's recesses in their depths, and prove 
 What is our admiration's utmost reach, — 
 What love to man is possible for each. 
 
 Throughout the North, in stations low and high, 
 Has gleamed a virtue worthy of the sky ; 
 But 0, the heart must swell, the lips be dumb, 
 When Southern patriots before us come. 
 The offers of pre-eminence to scorn, 
 Unmoved to hear the tools of treason warn; 
 The Reign of Terror tranquilly to brave, 
 And look unblenching at the opening grave ; 
 Or penniless, from wealth and power to flee, 
 That still the soul from blackness may be free ; 
 These things to do, is to present a claim 
 To universal love and deathless fame. 
 Heroic Johnson ! Brownlow! Hamilton I 
 Eternal is the glory ye have won ; 
 
64 liberty's ORDEA.L. 
 
 And thousands of your like, who ne'er on earth 
 Will find a recognition of their worth, 
 On heavenly plains shall stand, in robes of light, 
 Among the highest martyrs for the Right. 
 
 Beyond the ocean have emerged to view 
 The signs of manhood incorrupt and true. 
 A throng of needy artisans attend, 
 While orators their highest efforts bend. 
 To prove the term will come of their sore need, 
 When traitors in America succeed; 
 But they inquire : " In case of such success, 
 Would Slavery's power be greater, or be less ?" 
 The orators must redden and concede 
 'Tis Slavery's villany for which they plead ; 
 Or, if the hateful fact they still deny, 
 Their manner shows that knowingly they lie. 
 Then speak the artisans : " We'll hear no more ; 
 In other ears your slimy poison pour ; 
 By gaunt Starvation's hand we will expire. 
 Ere we will breathe, or cherish a desire 
 That they may be triumphant who rebel, 
 To bind their country in the chains of Hell !" 
 
 Now from that picture turn to look on this, 
 And change your plaudits to a scathing hiss : 
 The merchants and the money-changers sit 
 In conclave, and each face with joy is lit. 
 As they repeat : " America is dead 
 If but the traitors' hopes be duly fed ; 
 
LIBEETY\S ORDEAL. 66 
 
 We'll cheer them on with expectations high, 
 Till North and South in common ruin lie ; 
 The hated rivalry will then be o'er, 
 And streams of trade for us alone will pour." 
 By words like these, by every grin they say 
 They are prepared, for an assassin's pay, 
 To bring on thirty millions of their race. 
 And generations yet to take their place, 
 The wretchedness, and guilt, and woe. 
 Which mark a mighty nation's overthrow. 
 
 And now the lordlings and their toadies see ; 
 Oh, how they rub their little hands in glee ! 
 In every breast a baby-joy is nursed, 
 Because they fancy that the " Bubble's burst." 
 It was a dreadful thing to think about, 
 When the Republic seemed so hale and stout ; 
 'Twas greatly to be feared that all the world 
 In topsy-turvy jumble would be whirled, 
 And this atrocious principle find place, 
 That all mankind are of the human race. 
 And then no more a little vicious dunce, 
 Whose family was justly honored once. 
 Would be permitted, as a crouching cur. 
 To treat a hero, or philosopher; 
 But this assault upon the Union's life. 
 These welcome scenes of fratricidal stiife, 
 Allay the fear that, over all the earth, 
 Men will be held at what themselves are worth. 
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66 liberty's oedeal. 
 
 But here ; what men are these ? By birth they stand 
 As citizens of this afflicted land, 
 And far from Slavery's soul-polluting air, 
 They reaped the blessings of parental care. 
 The truth was shown them in ten thousand lights, 
 That human beings all have sacred rights ; 
 And yet, since first the fearful strife began, 
 To save the Government that honors man, 
 They have revealed the union of their hearts 
 With Slavery's lords, whose secret, fiendish arts, 
 A tyranny on freedom's wreck to raise. 
 Now show their fruits in war's appalling blaze. 
 
 When patriots victoriously fight, 
 And loyal hearts are swelling with delight. 
 In look and tone ill-natured, crabbed, cross, 
 They talk of nothing but the " frightful loss ;" 
 But when the traitors their successes win, 
 The trouble is in keeping down a grin ; 
 While gladness sparkles in their snaky eyes, 
 They set their lungs at heaving long-drawn sighs, 
 And speak to every man upon the street 
 About the " crushing, terrible defeat." 
 With not a word of censure for our foes. 
 They harp incessantly upon the woes 
 Which in the train of war the land befall. 
 And charge on Northern men the blame for all. 
 The Government for every act they curse, 
 And hold that Satan's reign could not be worse. 
 The President, to save the nation's life, 
 
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 Will let oppression perish in the strife, 
 And sooty Africans in arms will see, 
 That white Americans may still be free ; 
 He therefore is the object of their hate, 
 A monster, tyrant, fool, and reprobate. 
 When but a portion of the power he wields 
 The Constitution for the crisis yields. 
 And 'tis not safe in treason to engage. 
 Oh ! how these worshippers of slavery rage. 
 " A blow is struck at liberty," they cry ; 
 " We'll not endure it ; we'll be free or die." 
 Made senseless by their hated of the Right, 
 Against the facts that glow in noonday light, 
 They swear that now, all over this free land. 
 Grim Tyranny has stretched his iron hand. 
 Their orators with boundless license screech 
 About " Departed liberty of speech," 
 Too mad to see, what meets the dullest eye, 
 That all such ranting gives itself the lie. 
 
 Now that America has bought with blood 
 The power to stem Secession's roaring flood, — 
 Now that she numbers with her martyred ones 
 Three hundred thousand of her noblest sons, 
 And need but make one earnest effort more, 
 To strike gigantic treason to the core, 
 And gain a footing on the solid rock 
 That gives no token of the mightiest shock, 
 These men, quite frantic at so near a view 
 Of that result implored by all the true, 
 
68 liberty's ordeal. 
 
 With deafening clamors, are demanding peace, 
 Well knowing that, if now the contest cease, 
 Their country's foes will have unbounded sway, 
 And all her friends must slavishly obey. 
 
 To give a color to their deeds of shame, 
 Of " Democrat" they steal the honored name. 
 The men whom traitor-hating Jackson's frown 
 To quiv'ring suppliants would wither down ; 
 Who treat those truths with scoflBng, and despite. 
 Which dying Douglas uttered for the Right ; 
 Who fain with poisoned arrows would transfix 
 Such men as Butler, Stanton, Holt, and Dix, 
 And would rejoice to lay beneath the sod 
 All men like Dicldnson, and Brough, and Tod ; 
 Who are opposing with their utmost might 
 The myriads of Democrats who fight. 
 That true Democracy may live on earth 
 Till all mankind shall understand its worth, — 
 These are the Democrats ! O, are there fools 
 Whom that high name can make their supple tools ? 
 
 What would these men ? What is their real aim ? 
 The passions of the base they would inflame. 
 The ignorant mislead with specious lies. 
 And thus procure a traitor force to rise. 
 And governmental power annihilate 
 Within the borders of each loyal State ; 
 To save the rebel chiefs from overthrow. 
 They would have Northern blood in torrents flow ; 
 
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 This dire alternative they would present, — 
 To see the downfall of the Government, 
 And bid the traitors work their hellish will 
 Or all the North with scenes of carnage fill. 
 No baseness wears for them too foul a face, 
 But, with a hot affection, they embrace 
 Whatever with their final aim accords. 
 To be the lickspittles of Southern lords. 
 
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 XVI. 
 
 My countrymen! shall villany prevail? 
 In this dread strife shall the Republic fail ? 
 Shall perjured murderers, triumphant, reign 
 O'er all our loved America's domain ? 
 Shall we acknowledge them our rightful lords, 
 And watch with trembling for their lisfhtest words ? 
 Shall Liberty forsake our conquered land, 
 And Slavery's night on every side expand ? 
 Shall wrong, descending from the mount of power, 
 With widening sweep flow on from hour to hour. 
 Till all the land beneath its waves shall lie, 
 And men shall cease to dream of aught that's high ? 
 Shall it be said, in ages yet to be, 
 "The peoples of the earth might now be free. 
 Had Northern men, in that decisive day. 
 Not basely thrown their manliness away ?" 
 
 O, blessed be thy name. Eternal God ! * 
 
 Though hard to bear is thy correcting rod. 
 We yet may hope that from the Throne above 
 The fruits will fall of Thy paternal love. 
 That spirit which heroic aims imparts. 
 Is mightily at work in human hearts, 
 
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 And steadily, as heavenly orbs revolve, 
 Extends and grows in strength the high resolve, 
 Whate'cr the cost, whate'er the certain pain. 
 The Union, in its wholeness, to maintain ; 
 While plaintive moans and sharp, distressful cries 
 From all the regions of Rebellion rise, 
 Betokening a fearful day at hand, 
 When traitor-chiefs as criminals shall stand, 
 With all the blackness of their souls in view, 
 Before the men who once believed them true. 
 
 O, who will let the golden hours go by, 
 And opportunities forever fly, 
 In this stupendous work to bear a part, 
 And wake a deathless songster in his heart? 
 O, let our souls the bands of slumber break, 
 And of our privilege the measure take ; 
 A crisis all momentous to mankind 
 Invites the energy of every mind. 
 And bids affection, with its richest glow, 
 From all the fountains of the spirit flow. 
 To countless millions will this contest seal 
 A wretched fate, or everlasting weal. 
 
 Disciples of the Crucified ! Behold 
 Oppression striding on, with visage bold, 
 Your Master's Gospel underfoot to tread, 
 And crush the truths on which your souls have fed. 
 O, all ye men, and women who would grieve 
 Jf truth and righteousness this world should leave ; 
 
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 All ye who prize the welfare of your race ; 
 
 All ye who recognize a God of grace ; 
 
 Put forth your power, and lift your prayers on high, 
 
 Till treason, vanquished, from the land shall fly. 
 
LIBERTY'S ORDEAL. 
 
 PART SECOND. 
 
ui Bitmli. 
 
 I. 
 
 'Tis Independence Day in 'Sixty-three ; 
 The fields are basting in a tranquil sea 
 Of golden light. Sweet silence has control : 
 All nature's wooing to repose of soul. 
 And yet our souls repose not, but a strange 
 Commingling, and a rapid, ceaseless change 
 Of thoughts and heart-stirs set at naught the force 
 Which erst could flow with unobstructed course. 
 
 July the Fourth ! our nation's day of days ! 
 The name pronounced, emerging from the haze 
 Of generations gone, all glowing, stand 
 In Independence Hall the peerless band. 
 The Declaration bears the name of each, 
 And thoughts, which know the impotence of speech, 
 On massive brows present their swelling lines. 
 And kindle in all eyes their blazing signs. 
 One face reveals the joy from visions caught 
 Of weal for men of distant ages bought ; 
 
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 Here, braced and nerved, is one who sees the hour 
 Of final strife with haughty Britain's power ; 
 Those eyes reveal, by their unearthly light, 
 A soul reposing on celestial might ; 
 And all stand forth with that heroic mien, — 
 That majesty — which only then is seen, 
 When men are wholly offered for the Right, 
 And fortune, life, and sacred honor plight. 
 
 O, Independence I Gushing from that word, 
 Is music sweet as mortal ever heard. 
 America, cut loose from all the clogs, 
 And bursting from the dank and stifling fogs 
 Of senseless forms,, stupidities revered. 
 And customs worshipped though with guilt besmeared ! 
 No more at privilege of rank to cower. 
 Or tremble at the balancing of power, 
 But independent on her way to move, 
 Inviting each his proper worth to prove, 
 And making sure to truth and righteousness 
 The free unfolding of their power to bless ! 
 
 May not her glory soon become a shame, 
 And Independence a derided name ? 
 So they believe, who, with malignant eyes, 
 Have seen the fabric of her greatness rise. 
 With shouts of exultation, they behold 
 The gory tide of battle northward rolled, 
 And in the vales of Pennsylvania see 
 The ruthless ravage of the hordes of Lee. 
 
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 Their fancies hurry on, to name the day 
 When Washington will own the rebel sway, 
 And all the foes of Liberty will cry, 
 " So shamefully let all republics die." 
 
 May not the ground be firm on which they build ? 
 May not their hopes be speedily fulfilled ? 
 O no ! O, righteous heavenly Father, no ! 
 Thou wilt not crush mankind with such a blow. 
 The fate is merited, but Thou'lt forbear ; 
 O, Thou art merciful, and Thou wilt spare. 
 
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 II. 
 
 Alone, with anxious brow, the President 
 Observes the opening door. His eyes are bent 
 Upon a missive brought ; he turns away, 
 And something says, " The comer must not stay." 
 O, let the broad breast heave, and waters rise 
 From heart-recess, to cool the burning eyes. 
 Composure comes, and peace unknown before, 
 For, while he reads the missive o'er, and o'er, 
 A spirit seems, in whisperings, to tell 
 That near the mighty river all is well. 
 
 A joyful purpose gleams in Lincoln's eyes — 
 " Yes, yes," he says, " before a moment flies, 
 This peace of soul with lightning-speed must flow, 
 That millions may its heavenly sweetness know." 
 And now he speaks to us of condolence 
 For gallant ones laid low in our defence ; 
 And now, in tones subdued, a truth imparts. 
 Which wakes to hope serene our softened hearts ; 
 Then points our spirits to the Throne above, 
 And bids us ne'er forget the Father's love. 
 
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 His vision seems to catch unearthly power, 
 Each word he speaks so well befits the hour. 
 We're on the field of Gettysburg. Behold 
 The shroud of smoke above the mountain rolled, 
 And, deluged with the cloudless noonday's light. 
 The ground which felt the surgings of the fight. 
 For condolence this is the hour indeed ; 
 O, here the heart of adamant might bleed ! 
 Before you, on the left, and on the right, 
 To utmost limit of defining sight. 
 Mid fallen steeds, and caissons overthrown, 
 And flags, and guns, in wild disorder strown. 
 The prostrate bodies of your brothers slain 
 Resistlessly your aching eyes enchain. 
 
 Here, at your feet, upon his side is cast 
 A youthful father. When he breathed his last 
 His arm was curved, as if it fondly pressed 
 The bright-eyed prattler to his manly breast. 
 
 There lies a boy, as if he rested now 
 That head with glossy curls, and marble brow. 
 Upon a mother's lap, and gave his soul. 
 In dreamy bliss, to love's benign control. 
 
 And there's a strong-framed youth, whose visage-lines 
 Of thought and daring are the patent signs ; 
 A youth to plan, and plans to carry out ; 
 A youth whom one could lean upon, no doubt. 
 When, but a moment since, his spirit fled, 
 " My parents will be childless now," he said. 
 
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 O, see that death-grasp on the picture there ! 
 It is a maiden. She is passing fair. 
 Ah ! weep, poor girl, weep till your eyes are dim ; 
 It would be wicked not to mourn for him. 
 
 But there, beyond ! 0, what a heavenly light 
 That visage caught before the spirit's flight ! 
 You bend your steps among the dead, and look ; 
 Beside his face there lies an open book, 
 And, where the bloody finger-traces lead, 
 " Let not your heart be troubled," you can read. 
 
 As now your vision sweeps the field again, 
 Your heart is saying : " Thus my fellow-men, 
 On these declivities, and o'er that plain, 
 Are thickly lying, mercilessly slain. 
 O God ! Thy balm for wounded hearts prepare, 
 For cruelly the rooted ties must tear 
 When souls they cling to can no longer stay, 
 But with a start so sudden burst away. 
 Around the gray-haired parent cast Thine arm ; 
 The widow, and the orphan, shield from harm ; 
 On sister, and affianced maid, bestow 
 The peace which Thou alone canst make to flow." 
 
 Condoling thus, and passing round the hill. 
 New scenes your heart with new emotions fill. 
 Here prostrate forms, though not bereft of life, 
 Are thickly gathered from the place of strife. 
 The smiles of fortitude the sufferers wear 
 
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 But poorly help the spectacle to bear ; 
 
 Each bleeding brow, and shattered limb can smite 
 
 Your inmost being with a giant's might. 
 
 You turn, from these distressful sights to shrink, 
 But then of manhood's high requirements think, 
 And soon in deeds your pity finds relief. 
 And active love is sweetening 5'^our grief; 
 With energy you never knew before 
 You work, and work, till you can work no more. 
 
 A tree, which crowns the summit of a hill. 
 Lets fall a cooling shade from branches still. 
 While you recline there with a heart at ease, 
 And whisper to yourself in words like these : 
 " 'Tis dark enough, and yet not wholly dark ; 
 The train of war some spots of brightness mark ; 
 To make no mention of the noble zeal 
 Which proffers life for the Republic's weal. 
 Nor yet to speak of traits that spring to light 
 Amid the roar, and crashing of the fight. 
 What I have witnessed in those wounded men 
 Has brought such nobleness within my ken, 
 That I shall henceforth discipline my mind 
 To think more hopefully of all my kind. 
 And nevermore a doubt will entertain 
 That lands may prosper where no monarchs reign. 
 Such thoughtlessness of self ! such words of love 
 To friends at home, and Him who rules above ! 
 Such quenchless ardor in the Union's cause, 
 
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 And loyal reverence for her rigliteous laws ! 
 The brightness there, until my latest day, 
 "Will cast a mellow cheer along my way. 
 
 " And then, what gain that I can justly prize 
 Those angel women, with their tender eyes ! 
 So lovingly they gave the cordials out ; 
 With such a gentle swiftness moved about ; 
 Each need their eyes so readily discerned ; 
 Relief so quickly came where'er they turned ; 
 Their presence caused such thankful smiles to rise, 
 I almost thought them natives of the skies. 
 And I remember now that everywhere 
 I've seen the proofs of loyal woman's care 
 For those who come, the fiery storms to breast. 
 That once again their country may have rest." 
 
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 III. 
 
 Amid these thoughts you hear a sudden rush, 
 And horsemen, bursting through the underbrush, 
 Are at your side, and swinging to the ground. 
 And one exclaims, as, with a forward bound, 
 He gathers all the prospect in his eyes, 
 " Yes ; here the field in all its glory lies. 
 O, here's the spot where Treason got the blow 
 Which laid her hopes and high pretensions low. 
 
 • 
 
 " Far onward, at the left, that wooded height 
 Was honored with the opening of the fight. 
 Tliere Wadsworth found the rebels in his way. 
 And, with a zeal which could not brook delay, 
 He bade his guns and musketry begin 
 Their judgment-call, and treason-dooming din. 
 And there rode out, upon that open space, 
 A soldier peerless for his manly grace. 
 'Twas Wadsworth's chief; 'twas Reynolds, with that eye, 
 Which, better than another's, could descry 
 The ground where patriots might firmest stand. 
 And best their country's thunderbolts command. 
 But O, that bearing high ! It showed the foe 
 Where Freedom could receive the direst blow : 
 
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 A hundred rifles moved at Slavery's will, 
 And Reynolds lay tliere motionless, and still. 
 
 " But Wadsworth faltered not, and Doubleday, 
 Directing then the patriot array. 
 Brought forces to his left, while Robinson, 
 Upon his right, a gallant band led on. 
 They pressed against the storm, until they stood 
 There, at the upper margin of the wood. 
 '■ This hill,' said they, ' is better than the plain : 
 Here will we stand ; here best we shall remain.' 
 And there they did remain for glorious hours, 
 And seemed endowed with superhuman powers, 
 Against that host to make their purpose good : 
 Shock after shock, they stubbornly withstood. 
 Till Howard's corps, at length, came rushing down 
 Upon their right there, straight beyond the town. 
 
 " In those men's ears was ringing then a name 
 Which marks the soldier for consuming shame ; 
 And, when they heard the uproar of the fight, 
 Their eyes were kindled with a fierce delight. 
 They reached the spot assigned, and formed, and dressed, 
 With muscles braced, knit brows, and lips compressed — 
 Disgrace was changed to glory. Nevermore 
 Shall blushes rise for the Eleventh Corps— 
 With twice their number, like a raging flood. 
 Came Ewell's madmen, panting for their blood. 
 With bayonets in poise they rushed, and yelled ; 
 But like a wall their ground the patriots held. 
 
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 The masters of the wrath with which they flamed, 
 They loaded swiftly, and they surely aimed. 
 The fierce assailants stumbled o'er their dead ; 
 They looked ; they turned ; in wild confusion fled. 
 Again their line was formed, and forward moved — 
 Vain, as before, the furious onslaught proved. 
 
 "But now the sun was low, and Howard said, 
 * Most gallantly, my heroes, you have led 
 In this great conflict ; but I plainly see 
 That night is in advance of victory. 
 For Providence has singled out this field 
 Of Freedom's fate a prophecy to yield. 
 We'll choose a place then for to-moiTow's fight. 
 With ample room, upon our left, and right, 
 For all our brothers, who with eager haste 
 Are asking where the traitors may be faced.' 
 
 " While thick around the deadly missiles flew, 
 With steadiness the patriots withdrew, 
 And seized, according to the wise design. 
 The centre of this ridgy crescent line. 
 The twilight soon was gone, and well content 
 With all the lot which Providence had sent ; 
 Self-praise, and hope assured in every breast. 
 Beneath the smihng stars we courted rest. 
 It was a valor-breathing sleep we slept : 
 As through our joints the grateful stupor crept, 
 Our drowsy sense was of the rumbling wheel. 
 Of tramping myriads, and of clatt'ring steel. 
 
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 With here and there a low, decisive voice; 
 And dreams of growing power made us rejoice 
 Through all that night. 
 
 — " At morn we looked around, 
 And facts more cheering than our visions found : 
 Along that farthest ridge, upon our right 
 Were Slocum's thousands, marshalled for the fight. 
 Next on his left was Newton's corps arrayed ; 
 Then Howard's proud battalions were displayed ; 
 And next was Hancock's portion of the field ; 
 And farther still acclaims of greeting pealed 
 As Sickles passed along his threat'ning line ; 
 And still beyond, where trees the view confine, 
 The veterans of Sykes, with practised eyes, 
 Were watching for the battle-signs to rise. 
 On every height, commanding each ravine, 
 The brazen ministers of death were seen. 
 Their crushing globes made ready at their sides, 
 And guided for the strife their stalwart guides. 
 
 " We waited for the onset, till the sun 
 His journey from the summit had begun ; 
 But still it was delayed. At times the sound 
 Of musketry would draw our gaze around 
 To left or right, then stillness would ensue. 
 At length a jet of smoke ! A challenge flew 
 Above the town, and over Hancock's men. 
 Who stood with Howard's near those grave-stones then. 
 As quick as thought, O, what a tempest broke ! 
 
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 All Cemetery Hill was wrapped in smoke 
 That rolled out blood-hue from the flash on flash, 
 And quaked, with unremitting roar and crash. 
 While shrieked the flying, burst the fallen shell. 
 And all around our gallant soldiers fell. 
 
 " That storm raged on two hours — just at its close, 
 Emerging from that western wood, our foes 
 Approached our left, — a dark, portentous cloud, — 
 Mass after mass, with furious mien they crowd. 
 Along their front the smoke begins to pour. 
 The crackling sound becomes a ceaseless roar. 
 Now Sickles faces them ; rage answers rage ; 
 But too unequal is the strife we wage. 
 Alas ! our heroes are compelled to yield, 
 And Sickles must be carried from the field. 
 On rush the foe, with yells that fill the air ; 
 But Meade is near us ; Meade is everywhere : 
 The band of Sykes are brought up from the left, 
 And leap with joy into the fiery cleft. 
 And Hancock's patriots, plunging from the right, 
 Make more terrific, the terrific fight. 
 But rebel columns still on columns press ; 
 Though thousands fall, their number seems no less ; . 
 From Newton's line Meade hurries down a force ; 
 But this does not undam the battle's course. 
 
 " You should have seen the sight which I saw then : 
 'Twas Sedgwick, with his weary, foot-sore men, 
 A day and night, and yet another day, 
 
88 liberty's ordeal. 
 
 Those heroes have been hastening on their way. 
 They see how stands the undecided fight ; 
 Their eyes blaze up with patriotic Hght ; 
 
 * Thank God ! Thank God !' they cry, * we're not too late ;' 
 Their knapsacks drop ; for Sedgwick's voice they wait ; 
 
 * Go forward now !' he shouts, and on they rush ; 
 They reach the foe ; the bristling line they crush ; 
 The day is ours ; the matchless battle's won ; 
 Across the plain the routed rebels run. 
 
 " Our shouts were sounding still, when, at the right, 
 We heard the tumult of another fight. 
 The line of Howard Ewell's men assailed, 
 To madness wrought since Hill and Longstreet failed. 
 They swept our forces from that forward knoll. 
 And down the slope the flood began to roll. 
 It was the vale of death to which they pressed ; 
 Our men had formed upon the other crest ; 
 And now in ghastly swaths the rebels fell 
 Before the storm of canister and shell. 
 More furious grew the tempest ; Newton sprang 
 To Slocum's aid ; the call of Hancock rang 
 Once more, and higher still our hearts were strung, 
 Till back the decimated foe was flung. 
 
 " Then all was still ; the wearied armies slept, 
 And Pity o'er the field her vigil kept. 
 Bewailing, hour on hour, the wickedness 
 Which poured that whelming deluge of distress. 
 
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 " But, soon as morning o'er the hill-tops broke, 
 With strength renewed, the battle-spirit woke ; 
 Where last the fight had ceased, it opened first; 
 At once along the front of Slocum burst, 
 In smoke and flame of thund'rous cannonade, 
 The anger of America betrayed. 
 And then at once, with wild, demoniac yell, 
 Like raving legions vomited from hell. 
 Impelled by rage, and ruled by no design. 
 The foe sprang up, and charged our blazing line. 
 Heroic firmness, reckless fury met ; 
 As flints the patriots their faces set ; 
 Unflinchingly they -breasted, six long hours, 
 The desp'rate charges, and the leaden showers, 
 Then made one dash upon the dense array, 
 And swept it as a thing of naught away. 
 
 " A period followed of expectant rest ; 
 The rebel leaders, baffled and distressed, 
 Were forced to think such thoughts as made them quail ; 
 Their self-deluding power began to fail ; 
 Hurled back at every onset from the field. 
 They heard the frightful question, ' Must we yield ? 
 O, what a fall from that self-glorious height. 
 At which they caught the prospect of the fight I 
 Not, after all, to capture Washington, 
 And thither bring their great dictator on ? 
 To nothingness behold the vision fade 
 Of European, and of Northern aid ? 
 
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 Give up ambitious hopes, and, mid the wrecks, 
 Continue fighting but to save their necks ? 
 
 " Such questionings no fruit but madness bear. 
 With all the energy of fell despair. 
 Their batteries in one thick mass they threw 
 Before our central line, and missiles flew, 
 With horrid screechings, wildly overhead. 
 While others ploughed those chambers of the dead, 
 And others cut broad paths among our men. 
 No words can picture what we witnessed then : 
 Our horses fell ; our guns were overthrown ; 
 The wrecks of caissons at the heavens were blown ; 
 Our other guns, to tenfold fury wrought. 
 Like ministers of boundless wrath were fought ; 
 They breathed out heaving clouds of fire and smoke, 
 And awful was the voice with which they spoke. 
 
 " At length there is a lull, and we behold 
 The surging masses through the woodland rolled. 
 Straight at the Cemetery Hill they dash ; 
 The shrill-toned musketry begins to crash ; 
 They struggle onward ; now they're beaten back, 
 With corpses thickly strewn along their track. 
 But pressing from behind are myriads more. 
 And on they come, more reckless than before ; 
 Great gaps along the nearing front are cleft ; 
 And filled from the exhaustless number left. 
 Their rifles levelled at our cannoneers. 
 The hill they mount with loud, exultant cheers. 
 
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 Alas ! all guns but Cowan's six are dumb, 
 
 And these they near, — with rapid strides they come ; 
 
 * Pour in the canister !' the Captain cries ; 
 From all the brazen throats the volley flies, 
 And limbless, headless trunks a barrier form 
 Too hideous for human foes to storm. 
 
 * They're ours !' Webb shouts, and with a suddpn bound 
 We swoop the captive thousands from the ground. 
 
 " The battle ended there. Their guns awhile 
 Snarled out denial, in the rebel style. 
 But soon confessed defeat, and slunk away ; 
 And now, this glorious Independence Day, 
 The panic-stricken host are fleeing fast 
 Along the vales they late so proudly passed. 
 While, hanging on their rear, and straggling flanks, 
 Our cavalry pluck thousands from their ranks." 
 
 O, friends, did not the President say well, 
 Our hearts with grateful reverence should swell? 
 A moment leave the heaven-provided scene. 
 And look upon the things that might have been : 
 The Union army crushed ; the victory 
 Of Freedom's foes complete ; the traitors free 
 To work their will, — destroying rage to pour 
 On Philadelphia, or on Baltimore ; 
 The nation's capital beneath their feet. 
 And there erected Treason's central seat ; 
 Oppression's Northern lovers undisguised, 
 And all the timid loyal paralyzed ; 
 
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 In Europe sounding the exultant roar, 
 "Rejoice ! the Great Republic is no more." 
 0, shall we ever cease that God to praise, 
 Who, in the hearts of patriots, did raise 
 The moveless barrier which stopped the flow 
 Of such a desolating tide of woe ? 
 
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 IV. 
 
 Nor liere alone, this glorious day, expand 
 The rays of heavenly favor on our land. 
 Another rebel army, in dismay, 
 With all that hinders flight bestrew the way. 
 Regardful, in their headlong course, of naught 
 But distance from the Helena they sought. 
 Once more to failure foolish Price has led, 
 And lips are cursing now his hoary head 
 Which, yesterday, were clam'rous with the vaunt 
 Of shutting off the stream of life from Grant. 
 In Prentiss, and his men, the spirit stirred. 
 And now their shouts of victory are heard. 
 
 But here, behold 1 Is this a real sight ? 
 The Union banner waving o'er that height ? 
 In Vicksburg's heart that column clad in blue ? — 
 Those patriotic shouts ? 0, is it true ? 
 This too the gracious Father lets us see, 
 On Independence Day, in 'sixty-three. 
 The mighty stronghold, where resounded first. 
 O'er Mississippi's tide, the voice accursed. 
 Which bade the gentle flow of commerce cease, 
 And war's alarms displace the joys of peace ; 
 
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 LIBERTY S ORDEAL. 
 
 Whose batt'ried face so long, Tvitli horrid frown, 
 
 Has looked upon the wat'ry mirror down ; 
 
 Whose thick embankments, from their stations high, 
 
 Have seemed the earth and heavens to defy ; 
 
 On which all traitor-hearts their hopes have stayed ; 
 
 On which responsibility was laid. 
 
 The central tract of Slavery's realm to keep 
 
 Secure from Freedom's life-imparting sweep, — 
 
 That stronghold now is held by loyal men, 
 
 And ne'er shall own Secession's rule again. 
 
 'Tis Logan's boon the banner first to plant ; 
 But all rejoice alike — Victorious Grant 
 Serenely smiles. McPherson, Sherman, Blair, 
 And Steel, and Ord, and Osterhaus are there, 
 With many equals, tasting the delight 
 Of faith heroic changed at last to sight. 
 The leaders move among their noble bands, 
 And read in moistened eyes, and waving hands, 
 The love which men in fearful trials learn. 
 And which their hearts abundantly return. 
 
 In social groups they cluster everywhere, 
 For each his overflowing joy would share. 
 The past, they knew so lavish of distress, 
 Returns to-day, unstintingly to bless. 
 The stages of the matchless enterprise 
 All vividly in quick succession rise : 
 The dauntless ardor of the first assault. 
 By Nature foiled, and not through Sherman's fault | 
 
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 The proof that new attacks in front were rash ; 
 
 The brilliant triumph by a backward dash ; 
 
 Experiment of this and that resource, 
 
 To tempt the mighty river from his course ; 
 
 The fruitless arts, by bayou, pass, and lake, 
 
 Around the rugged steeps a path to break ; 
 
 The readiness of brethren of the wave 
 
 The thunders of the batteries to brave ; 
 
 The southward march ; the crossing of the flood ; 
 
 Port Gibson won with freely offered blood; 
 
 The daring sev'rance from the river-base; 
 
 Excitement of the battle-checkered chase ; 
 
 The dash on Jackson, and the rapid whirl, 
 
 The battle-tempest westwardly to hurl ; 
 
 The val'rous deeds at Edward's Depot done ; 
 
 The traits displayed when Champion's Hill was won; 
 
 The driving of the rebels to their den ; 
 
 The noble flood saluted once again ; 
 
 The fierce assaults ; the mines, and countennines ; 
 
 The slow contraction of the doomful lines — 
 
 All these return, inviting joyful speech. 
 
 And eloquence to-day's the gift of each. 
 
 And here the consummation is at last; 
 The harvest garnered ; all the labor past. 
 These fastnesses, with all their grim array, 
 From Treason's ruthless grasp are snatched away ; 
 And thirty thousand men in durance stand, 
 The vanquished foemen of their native land. 
 
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 Rejoice, heroic patriots, rejoice ! 
 And give your thankful exultation voice ; 
 For millions wait to lift the high acclaim, 
 And marshal you to courts of deathless fame. 
 
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 That day of wonders led a shining train, 
 Which proved that hearts o'erjoyed new joy could gain. 
 But five times had the earth revolved when Banks, 
 For conqu'ring valor, gave his heroes thanks. 
 Port Hudson ours ! The Mississippi free. 
 From farthest spring to union with the sea ! 
 The badge of Treason from his presence hurled. 
 And in its place the starry flag unfurled ! 
 Didst thou not leap, old River, at the sight, 
 And feel a flash of infinite delight 
 Along thy continent-embracing course? 
 'Twas hellish on thy loyal breast to force 
 The traitor's office. That abasement's o'er ; 
 To thine America thou canst once more 
 Be true henceforth ; on thy majestic tide, 
 With none to stay, shall her defenders ride, 
 And thou shalt feel her blessed spirit go 
 In even pace with thine eternal flow. 
 Dissolving chains, and breathing heavenly fire, 
 And lovingly exhorting, " Go up higher." 
 
 The cup was not yet full — 'Twas ours to hear 
 Of victories the treason-cradle near ; 
 
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98 liberty's oedeal. 
 
 The forts of Charleston earnest Gillmore faced, 
 
 In stern array his dreadful engines placed. 
 
 Not swift his march, but Hke approach of doom. 
 
 And mortal foes could not deny him room : 
 
 Brief time their Gregg and Wagner could they teep ; 
 
 And Sumter lay a traitor-warning heap. 
 
 John Morgan started gayly on a ride. 
 To steal some clothes, and humble Northern pride ; 
 But found full soon that he was not the one 
 To do such deeds as Grierson had done, 
 And also learned the people of the land 
 Did not approve the ride which he had planned. 
 And, when it took such unexpected shape, 
 This way, and that, he bounded to escape ; 
 But all in vain he dodged, and skulked, and fought: 
 Himself and his four thousand men were caught. 
 Ohio's soil, as prisoners, they trod. 
 And Shackleford rode onward thanking God. 
 
 Then came a victory with no alloy 
 To tinge the gushing current of its joy. 
 A day of ecstasy in Tennessee ! 
 The cruelly enslaved at last are free. 
 In multitudes they pour along the way ; 
 They shout, they weep, in broken voice they pray 
 That Heaven may send the fulness of its bliss, 
 On them that bring deliverance like this. 
 A noble State is nobly freed at last, 
 And Treason from her mountain chains is cast. 
 
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 A frantic frame the traitors fitly show, 
 Compelled the overwhelming facts to know ; — 
 At Knoxville Burnside unrestrained commands ; 
 And Rosecrans in Chattanooga stands. 
 Their chieftain, skilled in coupling oaths with lies, 
 Profusely swears he'll snatch again the prize. 
 'Tis sadly true he may cause blood to flow. 
 And thus increase his treasury of woe ; 
 But, thanks to God, the soil of Tennessee 
 From his accursed tyranny is free. 
 
 Amid the days that with such radiance shone, 
 A day of blackest infamy was thrown : 
 The Empire City made the foul display 
 Of Treason's demon-multiplying sway. 
 Her traitor-chiefs had diligently wrought 
 To aid the foes her patriots had fought. 
 While these were bleeding on the battle-field, 
 Their loved, imperilled Government to shield. 
 That very moment, at the hands of those, 
 That Government received the fellest blows. 
 Incessantly the JSfews, Ex2)ress, and World 
 Envenomed weapons at her vitals hurled. 
 In spacious halls, and grog-shops underground. 
 Secession's frantic orators were found ; 
 And — shame of shames ! — on Independence Day 
 A Governor was joined to their array. 
 The fruit was ripened soon ; the tree was known. 
 And Northern treason to the world was shown. 
 
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 I will not paint it. Hideous sight, begone ! 
 Too deep already are thy features drawn 
 In every memory. A raving crowd, 
 With bloody hands, and imprecations loud, 
 Around an Orphan Home, shall henceforth rise 
 At mention of the men who sympathize 
 With braver traitors, and emblazoned there — 
 " 'Tis this, Americans, that we prepare." 
 
 Far more than weapons, and strong-sinewed arms, 
 These men contribute for their country's harms : 
 Their words to her embattled foemen fly. 
 Reviving hopes just on the point to die. 
 Resolves confirming still the war to wage, 
 And reawaldng treasonable rage ; 
 While Union soldiers feel that all in vain 
 They volunteer to lie among the slain. 
 
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 VI. 
 
 'Tis thus that ceaselessly to Freedom's foes 
 A tide of power across the ocean flows. 
 No frowning Alabamas could be sent 
 So potent as the hopeful courage lent. 
 O, Englishmen ! we did not look for this. 
 When we beheld the horrible abyss 
 Yawn at our feet, and heard from the Most High 
 The summons, " Ye who would regard the cry 
 Of millions plunged in curable distress, 
 And ye who heed the rules of righteousness, 
 Now save your country from an overthrow 
 Unmatched on earth in wickedness and woe," 
 And when that call we purposed to obey, 
 And on the sacred altar all to lay, 
 We thought one other people lived on earth 
 Which would appreciate the offring's worth. 
 O, could you know how in these latter days 
 Our thoughts had channelled out their fav'rite ways ; 
 How gladly we believed forever gone 
 The enmity from old dissensions drawn ; 
 With what delight we dwelt upon the ties 
 Unnumbered which fi-om boons in common rise, 
 
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 And of a future dreamed, when firmly bound 
 America and Britain would be found, 
 With Freedom's banner lifted and unfurled, 
 Confronting all the despots of the world, 
 You would not think our indignation strange 
 On waking to the vision's horrid change. 
 
 Ere yet one blow upon our country fell, 
 You rushed exultantly to ring her knell ; 
 Your government, with unexampled haste, 
 A band of traitors on her level placed ; 
 Your moulders of opinion, far and near. 
 Bade you the champions of Slavery cheer ; 
 Your venal Times, intent the course to know 
 Where passion's overwhelming tide would flow, 
 And glad to find it on the side of wrong, 
 With frantic gestures marshalled it along ; 
 Your demagogues the rare occasion caught. 
 And by maligning us your favor bought. 
 The motives we unbosomed at the Throne, 
 Where all the secrets of all hearts are known, 
 With full assurance that the smile divine 
 Along our path of sacrifice would shine, 
 We saw impugned as frivolous, and base, 
 Unfit in human hearts to hold a place. 
 
 Might not these things impel us to the view 
 That all your high pretensions were untrue ? — 
 A windy sham the antislavery zeal 
 And broad good-will whicb you professed to feel ? 
 
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 Had we not^seeraing reason to declare 
 
 That Englishmcii too low a manhood share, 
 
 The loves and purposes to understand 
 
 Which animate the loyal of our land ? 
 
 And, when our countrymen by thousands fell 
 
 For England's sanction of the cause of hell, 
 
 Was there no provocation to the threat, 
 
 That swift revenge should wipe away the debt ? 
 
 And yet the hasty words we hasten to recall. 
 Committed with the right to stand or fall. 
 And having, from the King Supreme, in trust 
 To teach the world a people can be just, 
 'Tis only at imperial Duty's voice 
 That war's calamities can be our choice. 
 And God forbid that punishment should fall, 
 For guilt of many, on the heads of all. 
 May all remembrance cease ere we forget 
 The sons of Britain who have nobly set 
 Their matchless powers against the noisy tide 
 Which Slavery's heartless sympathizers ride. 
 The lying Times, and venomous JRevietvs, 
 Shall make us fitly prize the Star and JVe^os. 
 The injured millions, who, if not deceived 
 By faithless guided, implicitly believed. 
 Their prayers importunate our cause would give. 
 Shall be our brothers while on earth we live. 
 For titled ones, who wish our country's weal. 
 Profound respect and gratitude we feel. 
 As daily at the mercy-seat we bend, 
 
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 Our prayers go up that blessings may descend 
 For Britain's Queen, whose purity of heart 
 Secures her sympathy to Freedom's part. 
 
 And they who honor us with fiendish hate, 
 Because we hold, that, whether small or great, 
 A human being, in Jehovah's sight. 
 To upward courses has a deathless right. 
 May be resigned to Retribution's sweep, 
 Whose all-beholding eyes are strange to sleep. 
 The day speeds on when England will permit 
 No bodied baseness on her heights to sit. 
 Unrestingly the truth which we maintain 
 In British minds will widen its domain, 
 Till all the scaffoldings of scornful birth 
 Shall fall before the majesty of worth. 
 By this consoling faith our anger cured. 
 Of future union for the Right assured. 
 We lift our eyes from all the wrongs they see, 
 And hail with joy the England that shall be. 
 
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 VII. 
 
 And what of France ? There is no living France. 
 She lies, not dead indeed, but in a trance. 
 What hidden thoughts and wishes may be hers. 
 We cannot know — she speaks no word, nor stirs. 
 How sad has been her lot ! There was a day 
 When all her manacles were cast away. 
 And she exhorted, in prophetic glow, 
 The world to wake, and liberty to know. 
 Of nations gi-andly moving to the van, 
 She joined America to honor man. 
 But 0, she trampled on the Crucified, 
 And all allegiance to Heaven denied. 
 The arm Divine, which lovingly upheld, 
 With insult and derision was repelled. 
 The bond was cut that bound her to the Throne, 
 And she essayed the steep ascent alone. 
 Her fall was certain, for she could not wield 
 The sceptre of Jehovah. Down she reeled, 
 And, torn by legions from the pit set free, 
 She fell, and floundered in a bloody sea. 
 Then she was bound again, and then her chains 
 Were slightly loosed, and lightened were her pains. 
 
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 She crept along the bound of life and death, 
 And seemed at length to catch a freer breath. 
 Just then a monster came before her face ; 
 He bowed, and leered, with hideous grimace, 
 Then took a posture for a tiger-spring, 
 And with a shriek she fell, a breathless thing. 
 
 Howe'er the cumulated wrongs may mount, 
 No one of them we'll place to her account ; 
 Nor shall the tyrant force us to forget 
 The France of old, — the France of La Fayette. 
 That he should task his diabolic art, 
 To win all Europe to the traitors' part. 
 And force a pause wMch should their triumph mean, 
 Was that which easily could be foreseen — 
 Who crushed the government he swore to save, 
 A much-confiding people to enslave. 
 And butchered in cold blood a helpless throng. 
 To make the nation feel that he was strong : 
 His fiendish sympathy of course was thrown 
 Where equal guill proved him no more alonfe. 
 
 An Emperor is reigning, in these days, 
 Who chooses for his feet imperial ways. 
 No stench of perjury surrounds his throne ; 
 No blood of women at its base is shown. 
 'Tis founded in the providence of God ; 
 And he beholds, attentive to his nod, 
 A mighty empire — Sixty million souls 
 With mastery unchecked his will controls. 
 
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 While yet afar lie saw the high estate, 
 
 And trembled for the mission's awful weight, 
 
 His spirit-ear caught whisperings divine, 
 
 And he resolved, " This guidance shall be mine," 
 
 And twenty million freedmen now attest 
 
 The keeping of tlfe consecration blest ; 
 
 While clear it stands, to all unclouded eyes, 
 
 That far below him common kingship lies. 
 
 Since champions of the Republic hear 
 
 His cordial words of sympathy and cheer. 
 
 God bless thee, Alexander ! May thy days 
 Be robed in peace, and heavenward all thy ways. 
 Such glory's offered thee, O, favored one. 
 As mortal ne'er possessed beneath the sun. 
 I see thee leading up thy countless host 
 Where Freedom's leavening can be aided most ; 
 Discovering, with joy no words can paint, 
 That safety grants the loosening of restraint ; 
 Dispensing, to the limit of thy might, 
 The love of Truth, and fealty to Right, 
 And waking expectation of the day 
 When Russia will not need imperial sway. 
 The mission Providence vouchsafes to thee, 
 The highest angel might with longing see. 
 
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 Well knowing that we battle for mankind, 
 We cannot hear with unaffected mind 
 The plaudits uttered, or the curses hurled 
 By any people of the Christian world. 
 And yet we have not needed to be taught 
 That by ourselves this battle must be fought. 
 We bear, with no desire of human aid, 
 The high necessity upon us laid. 
 Our faith in God permits no doubt to rise 
 That victory is our allotted prize ; 
 But we're not blind to forces that oppose — 
 We know that sin and folly are our foes. 
 
 The love of Money, as the child of Hell, 
 Of course will aid while slavery's lords rebel. 
 When it was known the Government must die, 
 Or food and clothing for defenders buy, 
 A greedy multitude sprang to their feet. 
 With rotten shoddy, and with tainted meat, 
 And gladly still, for swelling of their gains. 
 They see prolonged their bleeding country's pains. 
 The fear of taxes in some little souls. 
 Each aspiration, and attempt controls : 
 
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 The frightful prospect of a dollar lost 
 Evokes a cry for " Peace at any cost." 
 
 In civil, and in military life, 
 Are high officials panting in the strife 
 For filthy lucre — that their only care. 
 Unmindful of the sacred trusts they bear. 
 And hindering the action of the true, 
 They wake to life, in spirits not a few, 
 A questioning o'erladen with distress 
 If God can righteously bestow success. 
 
 And Cowardice, all quivering, and pale, 
 Is gasping out — " We certainly shall fail. 
 The Southerners are terrible to fight. 
 And, though we know the Union cause is right. 
 We'd better give it up than all get killed. 
 And do it now, before more blood is spilled." 
 If in your bosom you begin to feel 
 That soul-emasculating spirit steal, 
 Consider patiently if it be well 
 To aid the op'ning of the " Gates of Hell ;" 
 Then look upon your brothers as they stand 
 Against the trait'rous rage, unwavering, grand. 
 Resolved on death, or a triumphant end. 
 And, in the light of contrast, comprehend 
 That thing so despicable every way, — 
 A coward in America to-day. 
 
 Impatience, too, comes flustering in, to spoil 
 The slowly ripening fruits of anxious toil. 
 
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 If every thing is not performed at once, 
 
 The President's a villain or a dunce. 
 
 Of time, or means, no need is recognized, 
 
 And legal hindrances are all despised ; 
 
 With hosts invincible, an act of will 
 
 Is held enough the Southern vales to fill ; 
 
 And it is thought of all things most absurd, 
 
 To say that more is needed than a word 
 
 To make it true, and have creation see 
 
 That all the bondmen of the land are free. 
 
 The men who have a hobby-horse to ride, 
 And blind themselves to every thing beside, 
 At all, whom various interests engage, 
 Direct the violence of chronic rage. 
 Thus Phillips, turned a Mephistophiles, 
 With silver bow, and gracefully at ease, 
 Lets fly, in turn, at all the chiefs of state. 
 The polished arrows of a smiling hate ; 
 And thousands thus with vehemence contend 
 Against the workers of their only end. 
 
 And now Stolidity, in Wisdom's chair. 
 With stately tone, and magisterial airy 
 Repeats the rule, from which he's never swerved — 
 That all existing things must be conserved. 
 'Tis granted that the traitors are to blame. 
 And their attempt should cover them with shame ; 
 But when you recommend the only blow 
 Which can suffice to work their overthrow, 
 
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 Consent Sir Oracle can never give — 
 
 " Why, bless me ! That is not conservative." 
 
 I've heard that, on a time, it came to pass, 
 A wiseacre, of this delightful class, 
 By earnest efforts of a score of friends. 
 Who showed the patience that affection lends, 
 Attained, at last, a tolerable sense 
 Of the important fact of diflference, 
 And then admitted that it might be true 
 To some old things no reverence was due ; 
 And, while religiously some were conserved. 
 For death of some all spirits should be nerved. 
 But things so wondrous are extremely rare ; 
 And, when our chief Executive shall dare 
 To bid an old iniquity expire. 
 He mnst expect an ululation dire. 
 
 Ye mortals, whom absurdities delight, 
 A rich repast these men afford your sight ; 
 Behold them gaze, with reverential tears, 
 At slavery's edifice, all gi'ay with years. 
 While throes of righteous doom upheave the ground, 
 To brace the cracking walls they staddle round ; 
 In very deed they're marvellously sage — 
 Par excellence, the donkeys of the age ! 
 
 O, yes ! the venerable sin conserve ; 
 Stand firmly to your props ; strain every nerve. 
 Let not the land be stripped of Slavery's charms : 
 Let babes be torn from shrieking mothers' arms ; 
 Let lacerated maids bow down to lust ; 
 Be Bible teachers into dungeons thrust ; 
 Let strong-limbed men, begirt with bowie-knives, 
 
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 By stealing from the weak sustain their lives. 
 
 Let all those millions of the sons of God 
 
 Still crouch, and toil, and bleed beneath the rod ; 
 
 That misery conserve, at any price. 
 
 And, O ! conserve that ignorance and vice. 
 
 Let not the aged parent of our woe 
 
 Be murdered by her self-inflicted blow. 
 
 Build up, with votes, a high defensive wall ; 
 
 Let not the organized damnation fall ! 
 
 Another force opposing us we find. 
 With strength of sin and silliness combined. 
 'Tis party spirit. Once it did befall, 
 That with a reason, or with none at all, 
 A vote aflBrmed that, in the voter's sight, 
 A certain party then upheld the Right ; 
 And ever since, a lying pride has taught. 
 That with confession of mistake 'twere fraught 
 A doubt to cherish of that party's aims, 
 Or tolerate a hostile party's claims. 
 The understanding, on this wise befooled, 
 "With patient assiduity is schooled, 
 In every act of statesmen once opposed, 
 To see the blackest infamy disclosed. 
 While thus the understanding lies in wait, 
 The heart contributes an infernal hate. 
 Which conquers interest, and self-respect, 
 And makes all faculties their force direct 
 Against the measures of the men who strive 
 To keep endangered Liberty alive. 
 
 Thus demagogues are furnished with a field 
 Abundant harvests promising to yield. 
 
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 Perverting noble energies of mind, 
 
 For service of good-will to men designed, 
 
 With scorning hearts, but most obsequious face. 
 
 They fawn upon the ignorant and base ; 
 
 Vociferating everywhere the lies 
 
 Which quickest make the ruling passion rise ; 
 
 Except where kindred spirits are addressed, 
 
 And naked bribery is found the best. 
 
 Their preference is always for the wrong. 
 
 Which makes the millions weak, the hundreds strong; 
 
 But charms so dear has office in their sight. 
 
 That for its sake they can support the Right. 
 
 O, " fools, and blind !" Can ye no better see 
 What practices with interest agree ? 
 Your only aim is benefit of self. 
 But you prefer authority and polf ; 
 With conscious meanness gnawing at your heart. 
 When you might have the high-souled patriot's part, — 
 Might feel the lifting of a Christ-like love — 
 Might know yourselves all sordidness above. 
 And working for the welfare of your race. 
 With approbation of a God of grace. 
 O, see yourselves ! and hide your heads for shame ; 
 Confess that " Blockhead" is your fittest name. 
 
 IX. 
 
 'Tis time that all Americans should learn, 
 Of foolishness the features to discern ; 
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114 liberty's ordeax. 
 
 And know, where rottenness of heart they find, 
 
 Its presence proves a worthlessness of mind. 
 
 However single faculties may glare — 
 
 What e'er attractions single traits may bear — 
 
 The intellect is feeble that will choose, 
 
 For any price, integrity to lose. 
 
 Though tall it towers, 'tis built upon the sand, 
 
 And, when the flood assails, it cannot stand. 
 
 Behold the mind by Wisdom's presence blest ! 
 How searchingly its steady gazes rest 
 On all that offers, and solicits choice ! 
 Unmoved by melting look, or wooing voice, 
 Serenely it applies the test of Right, 
 And ever catches, with far-reaching sight, 
 And bids depart with resolution strong, 
 The wretchedness disguised by smiling Wrong. 
 That man discloses the colossal mind. 
 Whom no assaults of selfishness can blind : 
 A cloud of base ideals he sweeps away, 
 And, radiant with light of " Perfect day," 
 He grasps the high conception of a soul. 
 With every power at Honesty's control. 
 
 To him, when hangs in doubt a nation's fate, 
 Let Providence assign the helm of state. 
 The questions which disturb the little mind, 
 A swift, irrevocable answer find. 
 Whate'er concerns his interest alone 
 
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 Is from the field of vision sternly thrown ; 
 
 He wastes no thought, be pressure e'er so strong, 
 
 On what 'tis plain Jehovah views as wrong; 
 
 No urgency of need in question draws 
 
 The claims of Constitution or of laws ; 
 
 The oath he took, 'tis settled once for all, 
 
 Will not be broken though the heavens fall. 
 
 Of all the questions that distraction yield. 
 
 And mists illusory, thus cleared the field. 
 
 The forces of his intellect are bent. 
 
 With singleness of longing, and intent, 
 
 To know what righteous acts will most redound 
 
 His country's weal immovably to ground. 
 
 Rejection falls upon the partly true ; 
 For duty claims a comprehensive view. 
 No cure is chosen for a present need, 
 A swarm of troubles afterwards to breed. 
 Nor hast'niiig zeal, nor strong desire of rest 
 Makes choice prevent revealing of the Best. 
 No pride, nor prejudice distorts the sight, 
 But all is seen in dry, veracious light. 
 As footing indestructible is laid. 
 The irretraceable advance is made. 
 The steps are measured well till he can feel 
 The nation clasping, as with hands of steel, 
 An everlasting rock on which to stand, 
 And firmly holding the almighty hand. 
 Like Samson then he bows with all his might, 
 And, when his forehead meets descending light, 
 
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 Among the nations, as they sink and rise, 
 His own is lifted nearest to the skies. 
 
 To these proportions may expand the soul, 
 Which gives to Honesty its due control. 
 In light of such a majesty of mind, 
 What despicable pigmies do we find 
 All great ones of the Macedonian style, 
 And all the gods of vision-warped Carlyle ! 
 
 Indeed America is dear to God. 
 The strokes He deals are with a Father's rod. 
 He loves America ; already twice 
 This greatness has become her safety's price. 
 And He has paid it— O, it must be true 
 That while He tries, He keeps her good in view, 
 And what by Honest Washington He gave. 
 By Honest Lincoln He designs to save. 
 
 X. 
 
 As round the Leader, at the nation's birth. 
 Were gathered many of his like in worth, 
 So he, who now must act the highest part. 
 On every side finds unison of heart. 
 While accident, and overhasty zeal 
 Each day, for strife, a new pretext reveal, 
 
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 A proud, republic-hating world to face, 
 And make it plain that measureless disgrace 
 Would mark an armed espousal of their cause, 
 Who trample under foot all sacred laws, 
 The mind of Seward with its gaze profound 
 Each question piercing to its deepest ground, 
 And, causes held in philosophic view, 
 Forethinking certainly what must ensue. 
 Obeys a heart which high affections fill. 
 And executes the mandates of a will 
 Which forty years have proved no power can draw 
 From rev'rent keeping of the " Higher Law." 
 
 And Chase brings up his massive intellect, 
 To hold the nation's credit still erect. 
 That patriots, who march against the foe, 
 The comfort of beloved ones may know ; 
 And Stanton bears his war-advancing part 
 With all the fervor of an earnest heart, 
 And fruitful vigor of a mind that knows 
 The conqu'ring power of unremitting blows ; 
 While Governors their lofty stations fill 
 With watchful zeal, and loyalty of will. 
 And hundreds follow the Republic's call 
 At bureau, or in legislative hall, 
 O, would that each who holds a public trust, 
 Were loyal, brave, intelligent, and just ; 
 Americans ! Let these be your demands, 
 Of all who ask for oflace at your hands : 
 Bid them, before in their behalf you move. 
 
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 Their Honesty beyond all question prove ; 
 And claim the showing of a strength of mind, 
 Which will permit no party-chains to bind ; 
 No scheme to charm because 'tis old, or new ; 
 No love nor hate to overcloud the true. 
 Who plainly thus are strong in rectitude. 
 And with a quenchless country-love endued ; 
 To them commit the weighty cares of state, 
 While brilliant scoundrels you abominate. 
 
 The justice of the Government secured. 
 Of God's protection is the land assured. 
 How fully proved is this ! With what amaze 
 Each thoughtful mind regards His wondrous ways 
 To US-ward ! Slavery's hell-begotten frame, 
 The patriot's horror, and the nation's shame. 
 Was fenced with laws and constitutions round. 
 And rulers hating her by oaths were bound, 
 Howe'er their sympathetic hearts might bleed. 
 To let her foul atrocities proceed ; 
 But He, whose favors on the just descend. 
 And who from the beginning sees the end. 
 Decreed the shielding barrier's overthrow. 
 Exposed the monster to a fatal blow, 
 And caused the arm, by sacred oath withheld. 
 By might of that same oath to be impelled. 
 Then fell the blows upon the hideous head; 
 And Slavery's dying ; she is almost dead. 
 Let Honesty work on, and we shall see 
 America's inhabitants all free ; 
 
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 Then love to her may copiously gush, 
 
 Be choked by no remorse, and wake no blush. 
 
 Is there a soul, which feels no thrilling strange 
 At every thought of this stupendous change ? 
 Four millions of immortal ones emerge 
 From Slavery's darkness. Standing on the verge 
 Of Freedom's luminous domain, their eyes 
 Are dazzled by the splendor of her skies. 
 The narrow paths they cannot yet discern ; 
 They see not clearly where to step, or turn. 
 They must be guided. Sweet-voiced, patient love 
 Shall train their wavering eyes to look above ; 
 And beams of soft, celestial, healing light 
 Shall nourish, and invigorate their sight ; 
 And they shall see that paths, which may be trod, 
 Converge, and centre at the Throne of God. 
 
 My sable brothers, new-born freemen, hail ! 
 'Tis yours to prove how truthlessly they rail, 
 Who fix, as far below the white man's race, 
 In being's scale your God-appointed place. 
 The work is well begun — That men you are, 
 Port Hudson, Wagner, Milliken declare, 
 The Afric blood, in rivulets that ran. 
 For all your brows is made the seal of man. 
 Arise, and grasp the virtues of the free ; 
 Ascend the spirit-feeding heights you see ; 
 For you, as for us all, an open field 
 The harvest earned impartially shall yield. 
 
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 For preservation of that field we fight — 
 That every child of Adam has a right, 
 Below the right of none, to sow and reap, 
 And, unrestricted, virtue's fruits to heap, 
 The winners of our independence taught. 
 For that high principle our fathers fought ; 
 For that our brothers have poured out their blood ; 
 For that we offer still the crimson flood. 
 The orphan's wail, the parent's moan resound ; 
 The weeds of widowhood rise thick around ; 
 We see the countless tokens of distress ; 
 But still we falter not ; still on we press ; 
 For, God be witness, we will not concede, 
 That birth to mastery is mankind's need. 
 
 XI. 
 
 Say'st thou, poor seeker of a lordling's smile, 
 " The populace are ignorant and vile. 
 And, left with no aristocratic sway. 
 To savageness would quickly fall away ?" 
 'Tis possible the land which gave you birth, 
 Is yet too poor in Freedom-fostered worth, 
 By incubus of rank too long oppressed, 
 In sudden levelling to find her Best. 
 If so, we counsel you to wait awhile. 
 Till your compatriots become less vile ; 
 But, as for us, we fortunately know, 
 
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 Americans are not depressed so low, 
 
 That they must feel the whip, and spur, and rein, 
 
 Or headlong rush to seize on greater pain. 
 
 Calamities are on us now, 'tis true. 
 
 From hatred of equality they grew ; 
 
 And soon shall perish that exotic bane. 
 
 And blood of equal freedom, through each vein, 
 
 America shall throw from her strong heart, — 
 
 A free Republic in her every part. 
 
 Presenting, far and near, the forms of good. 
 
 Which now arise where she is not withstood. 
 
 But you reply : " Though it be fully shown, 
 A Government may stand without a throne. 
 Or difference of rank, and exercise 
 An undisputed sway both mild and wise, 
 I still maintain a monarchy's the best ; 
 By that alone can glory be possessed." 
 We freely grant in some things you excel : 
 Upholstering you do extremely well; 
 And coronets you have, and jewels rare, 
 And coats-of-arms devised with patient care. 
 In ceremonies you are deeply versed ; 
 You know what station in the circle's first, 
 And when to back, advance, or smile, or bow, 
 And when to speak, and when to go, and how. 
 I mean, to some of you these things are known. 
 While most a slightly different culture own : 
 The men, whose lives present no princely charms. 
 Can crouch, and hold their hats beneath their arms. 
 
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 Or, is the glory, so extremely prized, 
 That which is gained by forces centralized, 
 Then poured upon another people's head, 
 That national dominion may be spread ? 
 We covet no such glory ; for we hold 
 The man, who takes his neighbor's life for gold. 
 Is but an infant in the course of guilt. 
 Compared with him, at whose command is spilt 
 The blood of thousands for no higher end. 
 Than empire of a nation to extend. 
 
 ■ Is glory in commercial greatness sought ? 
 
 With glory is a people's richness fraught ? 
 
 In all its fulness we declare it won 
 
 By deeds which free Americans have done ; 
 
 And, if it vitally concern that end, 
 
 To ward attacks, and threatened rights defend, 
 
 Undoubtingly for this the men we trust. 
 
 To each of whom an enterprise unjust. 
 
 Against his country's Government, is known. 
 
 As menacing the basis of his throne. 
 
 But these are trifling things. The arm Divine 
 Upholds the world with loftier design : 
 Around the blazing orb this planet rolls. 
 To gather genial warmth for growing souls. 
 All earthly ends beside were wisely missed 
 That noble men and women might exist ; 
 Nor ought a government, in any land, 
 Ignoring this design, one day to stand. 
 
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 And here we base our Constitution's claim ; 
 
 'Tis this that makes us love Republic's name. 
 
 With joy, and thankfulness, we recognize 
 
 The high deservings of the good and wise, 
 
 Whose massive intellects, and moral worth. 
 
 Have glorified the monarchies of earth. 
 
 Creative power is able to impart 
 
 A rare nobility of mind and heart. 
 
 Whose God-ward impulse all the chains will burst 
 
 Which can be wrought, though sin perform its worst. 
 
 But this prerogative is seldom used ; 
 
 And minds by governmental power abused, 
 
 As consequence, will in the main reveal 
 
 Deformities no human art can heal. 
 
 Now tell me, when all institutions say, 
 
 " The many are created to obey. 
 
 And hopelessly to labor, that the few 
 
 In idleness may count all joys their due ; 
 
 And birth should designate each person's class. 
 
 And build a barrier which none may pass," 
 
 Is there not danger, both to low and high, 
 
 In plastic operation of that lie ? 
 
 Behold his lordship through the gaping throng. 
 As through a herd of cattle, stalk along : 
 Conceit of rankino; with a hio^her race 
 Controls each ste^), and reigns upon his face. 
 Can right affection in the hearts abide. 
 Where forms of government beget such pride ? 
 Whatever in that attitude can place 
 
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 A man before the millions of his race, 
 
 Does it not tend, with most appalling weight, 
 
 To crush from human souls each noble trait ? 
 
 And what's the influence the lowest feel ? 
 Is it conducive to the spirit's weal 
 To think one's self, by providential plan, 
 Assigned a rank below the real man ? — 
 In duty bound to quench celestial fire 
 And banish every thought of going higher ? 
 Or, if the harrowing suspicion lurk 
 That all this classing is a human work, 
 Are not the stimulants of envy strong ? 
 Does bitterness not spring from sense of wrong ? 
 
 But argument is needless. We all know 
 From cherished falsehood only ill can flow. 
 To keep that spirit-blighting force away. 
 We fight, we suffer, we devoutly pray. 
 No power shall turn us from that lofty aim ; 
 We will, through all our governmental frame, 
 To this eternal truth its right accord : 
 There's no respect of persons with the Lord. 
 
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 XII. 
 
 Poor Harry Brougham, wrecked by rushing years, 
 Or spoiled by numbering with British peers, 
 Asserts 'tis due to vanity alone 
 That this Republic is not overthrown. 
 If it be vanity, while Slavery stands, 
 With lifted blade, to cleave the Union's bands. 
 And bids us own our fathers greatly erred 
 When equal freedom in their bosoms stirred, 
 And grant their project shamefully has failed, 
 And Monarchy's pretensions have prevailed. 
 And yield consent, upon the soil they gave, 
 And where they bade the starry banner wave, 
 To rule of potentates, who boldly say. 
 Upon the weak the strong may rightly prey, — 
 If it be vanity, at such a time, to rise. 
 And vow before the Sovereign of the skies. 
 We'll give our blood, and suffer all the woe 
 A human being righteously may know. 
 Ere Slavery that supremacy shall gain. 
 Then we're convicted as extremely vain. 
 
 O, righteous Heaven ! Dwells in lying laws 
 Depraving force which can such blindness cause ? 
 
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 Are men as impotent as they pretend 
 
 To form conception of our struggle's end ? 
 
 Can they be sightless to the glory-blaze 
 
 Around the picture that enchains our gaze ? 
 
 Beyond the billows of this raging flood, 
 
 Beyond the battle-smoke, and pouring blood, 
 
 A continent reflects the mellow light 
 
 Which Peace bestows to glad the spirit-sight. 
 
 A people there, for number as the sand, 
 
 In dignity of conscious manhood stand. 
 
 To boons deserved each knows his rightful claim. 
 
 And each to every one accords the same. 
 
 As years roll on, 'tis better understood, 
 
 That worth of soul is the substantial good. 
 
 The artisan, and tiller of the soil. 
 
 Combine profound research with daily toil ; 
 
 And every calling weightily is fraught 
 
 With potent stimulants to patient thought. 
 
 Throughout the land the minds are multiplied 
 
 Which love the wisdom of the Crucified, 
 
 And widen their capacities to take 
 
 The richness of the words which Jesus spake. 
 
 And thus benignly on the Gospel goes : 
 
 Though Satan still, and selfish hearts oppose. 
 
 The fruits of truth and righteousness increase. 
 
 And millions rise from earthly paths of peace. 
 
 Well disciplined, along celestial ways. 
 
 By deeds of love to swell the Father's praise. 
 
 If, while our hearts declare these things must be, 
 Though joy from all this generation flee. 
 
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 The habitants of Earth mistake our aim, 
 
 And count our glory an eternal shame, 
 
 We know, the witnesses who sit above 
 
 Are viewing us with approbative love. 
 
 I see them floating on a rosy cloud. 
 
 To greet a rising band, their faces bowed ; 
 
 The joyous movements of the comers tell 
 
 That where their upward flight began 'tis well. 
 
 Now bubbles forth, from smiling lips, a tale. 
 
 Which proves America's true sons prevail ; 
 
 And, when the pleasing narrative is done, 
 
 All gazes centre on the face of one ; 
 
 With love-enkindled eyes, and glowing cheeks, 
 
 Serene, the Father of his country speaks : 
 
 " The blessedness ineffable is ours. 
 To see the baffling of Satanic powers. 
 The prayers of patriots have reached the Throne. 
 Once more the saving potency is shown 
 Of Christian truth, whose inspiration strong 
 Empowered so many of this ransomed throng, 
 To dare, endure, and all to sacrifice. 
 That Liberty's impartial sun might rise, 
 And which so many of these lately slain. 
 In self-surrendering, have made their gain. 
 We may believe America accords 
 So much of reverence to the Lord of lords. 
 That he will, hence, commission her to teach 
 The deathless rights of one are rights of each. 
 Our Father grants the hope that we shall see 
 Her multiplying millions truly free ; 
 
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 That bonds of ignorance will fall away, 
 
 And cruel chains of wickedness decay ; 
 
 His kingdom come, His righteous will be done, 
 
 And glorified the Father and the Son. 
 
 O, God is good ! unspeakable His grace 
 
 To Earth's infatuate, rebellious race !" 
 
 Advancing waves of glory meet my sight. 
 The scene is flooded with a golden light ; 
 Supernal melody the welkin fills. 
 The cloud of blest ones quiver with its thrills. 
 They rise ; they sink ; they're borne upon the tide 5 
 On billows of entrancing sound they ride ; 
 The blended voices of the countless throng 
 Ecstatically pour in blissful ^ong. 
 
 The vision melts away ! The anthem dies. 
 On earth we stand ; not yet surmount the skies. 
 But this I know : there is a spirit-life 
 Beyond the scenes of sin-begotten strife ; 
 I know that fleshly clogs will lose their force, 
 And God-like stirrings have unhindered course ; 
 I know, if schooling for that life be gained. 
 In work for God th'e spirit must be trained ; 
 I know, because He loves the human race. 
 And views iniquity with frowning face. 
 And smiles on them that struggle for the Right, 
 My copjijVs cause is precious in His sight. 
 
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