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AMERICA 



AND OTHER 



POEMS. 



BY J. M. WHITFIELD. 




BUFFALO: 
PUBLISHED BY JAMES S. LEAVITT. 

1853. 






Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1853, "by 

J. M. WHITFIELD, 

m the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the Northern District 

of New York. 



TO 

MARTHA R DELAlS-y, M. D. 

THIS VOLUME 

IS INSCRIBED AS A SMALL TRIBUTE OF RESPECT 

FOR HIS CHARACTER, 

^MIRATION OF HIS TALENTS, AND LOVE OF HIS PRINCIPLES, 

BY THE 

AUTHOR. 



CONTENTS. 

Page 

• America, .„ ..9 

Christmas Hymn, .>.. ..16 

Lines on the death of J. Quincj Adams, 18 

To Cin<it:e „ 20 

New Year's Hymn, 21 

To A. H., ....22 

Love, = . 27 

How Long, ..-„ 29 

The Arch Apos-tate, 40 

The Misanthropist, 48 

A Hymn, 54 

Yes ! strike again that sounding string, 57 

To , 59 

'"^■^ Prayer of tlie Oppressed, « 61 

ToS. A. T .....63 

Delusive Hope, 64 

To M. E. A 66 

A Hymn,.. ....„..67 

Self- Reliance, 69 

Ode for the Fourth of July, ....74 

Midnight Musings 76 

Ode to Music, 79 

Stanzas for the month of August, ....*»„..,„„, .82 



INTRODUCTIOK 

"Another book of poetry," exclaims the reader; "and 
that, too, by one of the proscribed race, whose lot has been 
ignorance and servitude." It is even so : and this little 
Toliime is presented to the public in the full confidence that 
it will be read and appreciated, when the circumstances of 
its origin are known. Its merits as a literary production, 
we leave to be decided upon by the kind judgment of the 
American people. "We do not claim that the poetry is of 
the highest order : but we do claim that it would be credit- 
able to authors of greater pretensions than the humble col- 
ored man, who hath wrought it out amid the daily and 
incessant toil necessary for the maintenance of a family, 
•who 3xe dependent upon the labor of his hands for support. 
There is in it the fire of a genius which, under more favored 
circumstances, would have soared high, aud obtained no 
mean place in the world's estimation. There is the voice 
of true poesy speaking in it, which, though in the rough it 
may be, and wanting the polish which education and re- 
fined opportunity give, yet nature outgusheth in harmonious 
numbers, and her bard, all untutored as he is, singeth sweetly, 
and giveth forth the conceptions of his soul in "words that 
breathe and thoughts that buin.*" 

1* 



Vlll INTRODUCTION. 

The writer of the following pages is a poor colored man 
of this city, engaged in the humble, yet honorable and use- 
ful occupation of a barber. His time is constantly, taken up 
in his business, and he writes in such intervals of leisure as 
he is able to realize. He is uneducated ; not entirely, but 
substantially; his genius is native and uncultivated, and yet 
his verse possesses much of the finish of experienced author- 
ship ; there is the "ring of the true metal " in it. He feels 
the " Divine spark" within him, and longs for the means and 
opportunity to call in the aid of intellectual culture, that he 
may be enabled to give it form and shape, and clothe it in 
befitting language. This volume is presented to the public 
with this view, and in the hope that it may find a favorable 
reception with our people, and "put money in the purse " of 
the writer, that he may be able to cultivate, improve, and 
fully develop the talent which God hath given him. 

Buffalo, Mat, 1853. 



POEMS. 



AMERICA. 



America, it is to thee, 

Thou boasted land of liberty, — 

It is to thee I raise my song, 

Thou land of blood, and crime, and wrong. 

It is to thee, my native land, 

From whence has issued many a band 

To tear the black man from his soil, 

And force him here to delve and toil; 

Chained on your blood-bemoistened sod, 

Cringing beneath a tyrant's rod, 

Stripped of those rights which Nature's God 

Bequeathed to all the human race, 
Bound to a petty tyrant's nod, 

Because he wears a paler face. 



10 AMERICA. 

"Was it for this, that freedom's fires 
Were kindled by your patriot sires ? 
Was it for this, they shed their blood, 
On hill and plain, on field and flood ? 
Was it for this, that wealth and life 
Were staked upon that desperate strife, 
Which drenched this land for seven long years 
With blood of men, and women's tears ? 
When black and white fought side by side, 

Upon the well-contested field, — 
Turned back the fierce opposing tide. 

And made the proud invader yield — 
When, wounded, side by side they lay, 

And heard with joy the proud hurrah 
From their victorious comrades say 

That they had waged successful war, 
The thought ne'er entered in their brains 
That they endured those toils and pains, 
To forge fresh fetters, heavier chains 
For their own children, in whose veins 
Should flow that patriotic blood, 
So freely shed on field and flood. 



AMERICA. H 

Oh r.o; they fought, as they believed, 

For the inherent rights of man ; 
But mark, how they have been deceived 

By slavery's accursed plan. 
They never thought, when thus they shod 

Their heart's best blood, in freedom's cause. 
That their own sons would live in dread, 

Under unjust, oppressive laws : 
That those who quietly enjoyed 

The rights for which they fought and fell. 
Could be the framers of a code. 

That would disgrace the fiends of hell ! 
Could they have looked, with prophet's ken, 

Down to the present evil time, 

Seen free-born men, uncharged with crime, 

Consigned unto a slaver's pen, — 

Or thrust into a prison cell, 

With thieves and murderers to dwell — 

While that same flag whose stripes and stars 

Had been their guide through freedom's wars 

A.S proudly waved above the pen 

Of dealers in the souls of men ! 
2 



12 AMERICA. 

Or could the shades of all the dead, 

Who fell beneath that starry flag, 
Visit the scenes where they once bled, 

On hill and plain, on vale and crag, 
By peaceful brook, or ocean's strand, 

By inland lake, or dark green wood, 
Where'er the soil of this wide land 

Was moistened by their patriot blood,-— 
And then survey the country o'er. 

From north to south, from east to west. 
And hear the agonizing cry 
Ascending up to God on high. 
From western wilds to ocean's shore. 

The fervent prayer of the oppressed; 
The cry of helpless infancy 

Torn from the parent's fond caress 
By some base tool of tyranny, 

And doomed to woe and wretchedness; 
The indignant wail of fiery youth, 

Its noble aspirations crushed, 
Its generous zeal, its love of truth, 

Trampled by tyrants in the dust; 



AMERICA. 13 

The iierial piles whicli fancy reared, 

And hopes too bright to be enjoyed, 
Have passed and left his young heart seared, 

And all its dreams of bliss destroyed. 
The shriek of virgin purity. 

Doomed to some libertine's embrace, 
Should rouse the strongest sympathy 

Of each one of the human race ; 
And weak old age, oppressed with care, 

As he reviews the scene of strife. 
Puts up to God a fervent prayer, 

To close his dark and troubled life. 
The cry of fathers, mothers, wives, 

Severed from all their hearts hold dear, 
And doomed to spend their wretched lives 

In gloom, and doubt, and hate, and fear; 
And manhood, too, with soul of fire. 
And arm of strength, and smothered ire, 
Stands pondering with brow of gloom. 
Upon his dark unhappy doom. 
Whether to plunge in battle's strife, 
And buy his freedom with his life, 



14 A3rlERICA. 

And with stout heart and weapon strong, 
Pay back the tyrant wrong for wrong, 
Or wait the promised time of God, 

When his Almighty ire shall waka, 
And smite the oppressor in his wrath, 
xind hurl red ruin in his path, 
And with the terrors of his rod, 

Cause adamantine hearts to qua,ke. 
Here Christian writhes in bondage stiil, 

Beneath his brother Christian's rod, 
And pastors trample down at will, 

The image of the living God. 
While prayers go up in lofty strains, 

And pealing hymns ascend to heaven, 
The captive, toiling in his chains. 

With tortured limbs and bosom riven, 
Raises his fettered hand on high. 

And in the accents of despair, 
To him who rules both earth and sky, 

Puts up a sad, a fervent prayer. 
To free him from the awful blast 

Of slavery's bitter galling shame- — 



AMi:RlCA. 15 

Although his portion should be cast 

With demons in eternal flame 1 
Almighty God! 'tis this they call 

The land of liberty and law; 
Part of its sons in baser thrall 

Than Babylon or Egypt saw — 
Worse scenes of rapine, lust and shame. 

Than Babylonian ever knew, 
Are perpetrated in the name 

Of God, the holy, just, and true; 
And darker doom than Egypt felt. 
May yet repay this nations guilt. 
Almighty God ! thy aid impart, 
And fire anew each faltering heart. 
And strengthen every patriot's hand. 
Who aims to save our native land. 
We do not come before thy throne, 

With carnal weapons drenched in gore, 
Although our blood has freely flown, 

In adding to the tyrant's store. 
Father ! before thy throne we come. 

Not in the panoply of war, 



S CHRISTMAS HYMN. 

With pealing trump, and rolling drum, 

And cannon booming loud and far; 
Striving in blood to wash out blood, 

Through wrong to seek redress for wrong; 
For while thou'rt holy, just and good, 

The battle is not to the strong ; 
But in the sacred name of peace, 

Of justice, virtue, love and truth, 
We pray, and never mean to cease, 

Till weak old age and fiery youth 
In freedom's cause their voices raise, 
And burst the bonds of every slave; 
Till, north and south, and east and west, 
The wrongs we bear shall be redressed. 



CHRISTMAS HYMN. 

Hail, glorious mom! whose radiant beams, 
Looked down on Christ's nativity, 

For every year thy presence teems 
With joy and glad festivity. 



CHRISTMAS HYMN. 17 

On Judea's plains th' angelic throng 
Burst on the shepherds' awe-struck gaze. 

And raised on high a new-made song 
Unto their great Creator's praise. 

The star of Bethlehem's heavenly light 
Guided the wise men from the east, 

Who came to lay their power and might, 
Their wisdom, at the Saviour's feet. 

Oh, may that star's resplendent light 

Continue 6'er the world to shine, 
Till nations now in Pagan night 

Shall worship at thy holy shrine. 

Till all the people of the earth, 

From north to south, Irom east to west, 

Hear tidings of the Saviour's birth, 
And bow unto his great behest, 

Till superstition's blighting sway 

Shall flee before religion's light. 
As doth the glorious orb of day 

Disperse the shadows of the night. 



18 LINES ON THE DEATH OF J. Q. ADAMS. 18 

LINES ON THE DEATH OF JOHN QUINCY 
ADAMS. 

The great, the good, the just, the true, 

Has yielded up his latest breath ; 
The noblest man our country knew, 

Bows to the ghastly monster, Death 
The son of one whose deathless name 

Stands first on history's brightest page; 
The highest on the list of fame 

As statesman, patriot, and sage. 

In early youth he learned to prize 

The freedom which his father won: 
The mantle of the patriot sire, 

Descended on his mightier son. 
Science, her deepest hidden lore 

Beneath his potent touch revealed; 
Philosophy's abundant store, 

Alike his mighty mind could wield. 

The brilliant page of poetry 
Received additions from his pen, 



LINES ON THE DEATH OF J. Q. ADAMS. 19 

Of holy truth and purity, 

And thoughts which rouse the souls of men ! 
Eloquence did his heart inspire, 

And from his lips in glory blazed, 
Till nations caught the glowing fire, 

And senates trembled as they praised I 

While all the recreant of the land 

To slavery's idol bowed the knee — 
A fawning, sycophantic band. 

Fit tools of petty tyranny- 
He stood amid the recreant throng. 

The chosen champion of the free. 
And battled fearlessly and long 

For justice, right, and liberty. 

What though grim Death has sealed his doom 
Who faithful proved to God and us; 

And slavery, o'er the patriot's tomb 
Exulting, pours its deadliest curse; 

Among the virtuous and free 
His memory will ever live ; 



20 TO CINQUE. 

Champion of right and liberiy, 
The blessings, truth and virtue give. 



TO CmQUE. 

A LL hail ! thou truly noble chief. 

Who scorned to live a cowering slave ; 
Thy name shall stand on history's leaf, 

Amid the mighty and the brave : 
Thy name shall shine, a glorious light 

To other brave and fearless men, 
Who, like thyself, in freedom's might, 

Shall beard the robber in his den. 
Thy name shall stand on history's page, 

And brighter, brighter, brighter glow, 
Throughout all time, through every age, 

Till bosoms cease to feel or know 

" Created worth, or human woe." 
Thy name shall nerve the patriot's hand 

W^hen, 'mid the battle's deadly strife, 
The glittering bayonet and brand 

Are crimsoned with the stream of life; 



NEW YE.tVs HYMN. 21 

When the dark ck ads of battle roll, 

And slaughter reigns without control, 

Thy name shall then fresh life impart, 

And fire anew each freeman's heart. 

Though wealth and power their force combine 

To crush thy noble spirit down, 
There is above a power divine 

Shall bear thee up against their frown. 



NEW YEAR'S HYMK 

Another year, another year. 
Unfolds its page of hope and fear ! 

Where, at its close, shall we appear 
Who now are congregated here. 

Perhaps, with those now passed away, 
We may be laid deep in the earth ; 

Perchance, 'mid foreign scenes, we may 
Forget the land that gave us birth. 

Perhaps upon the stormy seas, 
Where raging billows wildly roll, 



22 TO A. H. 

The terrors of despair may seize 
Upon the dark and guilty soul. 

But wheresoe'er our footsteps tend, 
'Mid tropic sands, or polar snow, 

May we remember that great Friend 
Who guards us wheresoe'er we go. 

Whose mighty hand hath been our stay 
Through scenes of trouble, doubt and fear, 

And suffered us, poor worms of clay, 
To enter on another year. 



TO A. H. 

I JUST had turned the classic page, 
With ancient lore and wisdom fraught, 

Which many a hoary-headed sage 
Had stamped with never-dying thought; 

And many a bard of lofty mind, 
With measured lay and tuneful lyre, 

And strains too grand for human kind, 



TO A. H. 23 

All pregnant with celestial fire — 
In notes majestic, loud and long, 
Had poured the volumed tide of song. 
Here Egypt's sages, skilled of yore 

In Isis' dark mysterious rites, 
TJnvailed their fund of mystic lore 

To eager Grecian neophytes. 
And as I sadly musing sat, 

Thinking on ages long gone by, 
The Pjintheon arose in state. 

And passed before my fancy's eye. 
Juno's majestic mien was there. 

And Venus' beauteous form and face, 
Diana, modest, chaste, and fair, 

Hebe, adorned with youthful grace. 
Ceres, with sheaves and plenteous horn, 

Minerva, w^ith high wisdom crowned, 
Aurora, radiant as the morn, 

Whose smiles shed light on all around ; 
The Graces, sisterhood divine, 

Prepared to charm each mortal sense. 

And last of all, the immortal Nine, 
3 



24 TO A. H 

With music, vers6j and eloquence, — 
Naiads and Nymphs, a numerous train, 
Came thronging through the amplo fane. 
Peris, from eastern regions came, 

Bearing aloft the sacred fire. 
Which Zoroaster, son of flame, 

Kindled on Mithra's ancient pyre. 
The dark-eyed maids who wait to greet 

The Moslem brave in Paradise, 
Forsook awhile their blissful seat. 

And loft the region of the skies. 
The palm of beauty to dispute 
With sovereign Jove's immortal suit. 
And as I sat, entranced, amazed, 

With radiant beauty circled round, 
Thy form, high o'er the rest upraised. 

Appeared, with brighter splendor crowned, 
And every eye was turned on thee. 

Of Houri, Peri, Goddess, Grace, 
As, bright in peerless majesty. 

You mounted to the highest place. 
Juno resigned her crown to thee, 



TO A. H, 25 

Venus her zone of Ioyo unbound, 
While haughty Pallas bowed the knee, 
And laid her armor on the ground. 
The Muses, also, owned thee queen 

Of music, eloquence, and verse, 
And tuned their lyres and harps, I ween, 

Thy matchless praises to rehearse. 
The Peri owned thy dazzling eye 
Might kindle far a brighter fire 
Than that which erst blazed to the sky, 

On many an oriental pyre. 
There lighting up with ray divine. 
The ancient Gheber's fiery shrine. 
The Houris owned that could thy charms 

Be viewed from regions of the skies, 
'T would tempt the faithful from their arms, 

And all the joys of Paradise; 
Or were the Prophet's self on earth. 

And but a glimpse of thee were given. 
He'd own one smile of thine were worth 

All pleasures of his highest Heaven; 
And from the Moslem creed erase 



26 TO A. H. 

That portion so unjustly given. 
Which shuts one half the human race 

Forever from the joys of Heaven. 
And all the bright Olympic train. 
Finding the contest waged in vain. 
And that each boasted Deity 
Was far eclipsed in charms by thee. 
Fled from the scene where all their charms, 

The power of wisdom, beauty, grace. 
Had prostrate sunk beneath the arms 

Of one who, though of mortal race, 
In her own person did combine 
All of the attributes divine 
Which Grecian fancy erst did trace 
In Nymph, in Goddess, or in Grace; 
And ne'er did eastern poet tell, 
'Mid -all the fabled sprites that dwell 
On earth, in water, or in air, 
Of aught that could with thee compare — 
Of mortal, or immortal kind. 
In grace of person and of mind : 
For in thy presence pleasures grow, 



LOVE. 27 

And brightest glories round theo move, 
Whether it be with men below, 

Or seraphs in the realms above 
And when thy spirit shall return 

Back to that Heaven from whence it came, 
Angels and seraphs, in their turn, 

Shall join to celebrate thy name, 
And spread through Heaven as well as earth, 
The story of thy matchless worth. 



LOVE. 

In the bright dreams of early youth, 

I strung my lyre, and waked a strain, 
In praise of friendship, love and truth. 

Without a thought of care or pain; 

But soon, in answer to my strain, 
A voice came pealing from above,' 

Sounding o'er valley, hill and plain — 

Where 's he that knows the power of love ? 
3^ 



28 



LOVE. 



The brainless youth in lady's bower, 

Who, sighing, chants some amorous lay, 

Or twines a wreath, or plucks a flower, 
A tribute of his love to pay 
Or, mid the crowd, the gallant gay, 

With witty jest, and jibe, and jeer, 
Spending in revelry and play 

The few bright hours allowed him here, 

Thinks that he knows what 'tis to love — 
Speaks of that pure and holy flame 

Which emanates from God above, 
As though 't were nothing but a name 
That noble, pure, and holy flame, 

Jehovah's chiefest attribute, 

Implanted in the human frame. 

Raised man above the sordid brute. 

And he who ever feels its power, 
Whate'er his station, high or low, 

In pleasure's or in sorrow's hour. 
Will feel his inmost bosom glow 



HOW LONG. 29 

With lovo to all, both friend and foe; 
For God commandeth all to love, 

And those who would his glories know, 
Must learn this truth, that God is love. 



HOW LONG. 



How long, oh gracious God ! how long 

Shall power lord it over right ? 
The feeble, trampled by the strong, 

Remain in slavery's gloomy night. 
In every region of the earth. 

Oppression rules with iron power, 
And every man of sterling worth, 

Whose soul disdains to cringe, or cower 
Beneath a haughty tyrant's nod, 
And, supplicating, kiss the rod. 
That, wielded by oppression's might, 
Smites to the earth his dearest right, 
The right to speak, and think, and feel, 

And spread his uttered thoughts abroad, 
To labor for the common weal, 



30 HOW LONG, 

Responsible to none but God — 
Is threatened witb the dungeons gloom. 
The felon's cell, the traitor's doom ; 
And treacherous politicians league 

With hireling priests, to crush and ban 
All who expose their vile intrigue, 

And vindicate the rights of man. 
How long shall Afric raise to thee 

Her fettered hand, oh Lord, in vain ? 
And plead in fearful agony, 

For vengeance for her children slain. 
I see the Gambia's swelling flood, 

And Niger's darkly rolling wave, 
Bear on their bosoms stained with blood, 

The bound and lacerated slave ; 
While numerous tribes spread near and far, 
Fierce, devastating, barbarous war — 
Earth's fairest scenes in ruin laid 
To furnish victims for that trade, 
Which breeds on earth such deeds of shame 
As fiends might blush to hear or name. 
I see where Danube's waters roll, 



HOW LONG. 31 

And where the Magyar vainly stroye, 
With yaliant arm, and faithful soul, 

In battle for the land he loved — 
A perjured tyrant's legions tread 
The ground where Freedom's heroes bled. 
And still the voice of those who feel 
Their country's wrongs, with Austrian steel. 
I see the "Rugged Russian Bear" 
Lead forth his slavish hordes, to War 
Upon the right of every State 
Its own affairs to regulate : 
To help each Despot bind the chain 
Upon the people's rights again, 
And crush beneath his ponderous paw 
All Constitutions, rights and law. 
I see in France, oh, burning shame! 
The shadow of a mighty name, 
Wielding the power her patriot bands 
Had boldly wrenched from kingly hands, 
With more despotic pride of sway 
Than ever monarch dared display. 
The Fisher, too, whose world-wide nets 



32 HOW LONG. ' 

Are spread to snare the souls of men, 
By foreign tyrant's bayonets 

Established on his throne again, 
Blesses the swords still reeking red 

With the best blood his country bore. 
And prays for blessings on the head 

Of him who wades through Roman gore. 
The same unholy sacrifice, 
Where'er I turn, bursts on mine eyes, 
Of princely pomp, and priestly pride, 

The people trampled in the dust. 
Their dearest, holiest rights denied, 

Their hopes destroyed, their spirit crushed ; 
But when I turn the land to view, 

Which claims, par excellence, to be 
The refuge of the brave and true, 

The strongest bulwark of the free. 
The grand asylum for the poor 

And trodden-down of every land, 
Where they may rest in peace secure, 

Nor fear th' oppressors iron hand — 
Worse scenes of rapine, lust and shame, 



HOW LONG. 33 

Than e'er disgraced the Russian name, 
Worse than the Austrian ever saw, 
Are sanctioned here as righteous lavr. 
Hero mio-ht the Austrian Butcher* make 

Progress in shameful cruelty, 
Where women-whippers proudly take 

The meed and praise of chivalry. 
Here might the cunning Jesuit learn • — 

Though skilled in subtle sophistry. 
And trained to persevere in stern, 

Unsympathizing cruelty, 
And call that good, which, right or wrong, 
Will tend to make his order stronjgr — 
He here might learn from those who stand 

High in the gospel ministry, 
The very magnates of the land 

In evangelic piety, 
That conscience must not only bend 

To every thing the Church decrees,. 
But it must also condescend, 

When drunken politicians please 

*Haynau. 



34 HOW LONG. 

To place their own inhuman acts 

Above the "higher law" of God, 
And on the hunted victim's tracks 

Cheer the malignant fiends of blood; 
To help the man -thief bind the chain 

Upon hiB Christian brother's limb, 
And bear to Slavery's hell again 

The bound and suffering child of Him 
Who died upon the cross, to save 
Alike, the master and the slave. 
While all th' oppressed from every land 
Are welcomed here with open hand, 
And fulsome praises rend the heaven 
For those who have the fetters riven 
Of European tyranny, i 

And bravely struck for liberty; 
And while from thirty thousand fanes 

Mock prayers go up, and hymns are sung, 
Three millions drag their clanking chains, 

"Unwept, unhonored and unsung;" 
Doomed to a state of slavery 

Compared with which the darkest night 



HOTT LONQ. 85 

Of European tyranny, 

Seems brilliant as the noonday light; 
While politicians, void of shame, 

Cry, this is law and liberty. 
The clergy lend the awful name 

And sanction of the Deity, 
To help sustain the n>onstrous wi'ong, 
And crush the weak beneath the strong. 
Lord ! thou hast said, the tyrant's ear 

Shall not be always closed to thee. 
But that thou wilt in wrath appear, 

And set the trembling captive free; 
And even now dark omens rise 

To those who either see or hear, 
And gather o'er the darkening skies 

The threatening signs of fate and fear. 
Not like the plagues which Egypt saw, 

When rising in an evil hour, 
A rebel 'gainst the "higher law," 

And glorying in her mighty power — 
Saw blasting fire, and blighting hail, 
Sweep o'er her rich and fertile vale. 



SG HOW LONG. 

And heard on every rising gale, 
Ascend the bitter, mourning wail; 
And blighted herd, and blasted plain, 
Through all the land the first-born slain. 
Her priests and magi made to oower 
In witness of a higher power, 
And darkness, like a sable pall, 

Shrouding the land in deepest gloom, 
Sent sadly through the minds of all 

Forebodings of approaching doom. 
What though no real shower of fire 
• Spreads o'er this land its withering blight. 
Denouncing wide Jehovah's ire 

Like that which palsied Egypt's might; 
And though no literal darkness spreads 

Upon the land its sable gloom, 
And seems to fling around our heads 

The awful terrors of the tomb : 
Yet to the eye of him who reads 

The fate of nations past and gone, 
And marks with care the wrongful deeds 

By which their power was overthrown. 



HOW LONG. 37 

Worse plagues than Egypt ever felt 

Are seen wide-spreading through the land. 
Announcing that the heinous guilt 

On which the nation proudly stands. 
Has risen to Jehovah's throne 

And kindled his avenging ire, 
And broad-cast through the land has sown 

The seeds of a devouring fire. 
Tainting with foul, pestiferous breath 

The fountain-springs of moral life, 
And planting deep the seeds of death, 

And future germs of deadly strife; 
And moral darkness spreads its gloom 

Over the land in every part 
And buries in a living tomb 

Each generous prompting of the heart. 
Vice in its darkest, deadliest stains. 

Here walks with brazen front abroad. 
And foul corruption proudly reigns 

Triumphant in the Chmxh of God; 
And sinks so low the Christian name. 
In foul, degrading vice, and shame. 



88 HOW LONG. 

That Moslem, Heathen, Atheist, Jew, 

And men of every fiiith and creed, 
To their professions far more true, 

More liberal both in word and deed, 
May well reject, with loathing scorn, 

The doctrines taught by those who soli 
Their brethren in the Saviour born, 

Down into slavery's hateful hell ; 
And with the price of Christian blood 
Build temples to the Christians God; 
And offer up as sacrifice, 

And incense to the God of heaven, 
The mourning wail, and bitter cries. 

Of mothers from their children riven; 
Of virgin purity profaned 

To sate some brutal ruffian's lust, 
Millions of Godlike minds ordained 

To grovel ever in the dust; 
Shut out by Christian power and might, 
From every ray of Christian light. 
How long, oh Lord ! shall such vile deeds 

Be acted in thy holy name, 



HOW LONG. 89 

And senseless bigots, o'er their creeds, 

Fill the whole earth with war and flame ? 
How long shall ruthless tyrants claim 

Thy sanction to their bloody laws, 
And throw the mantle of thy name, 

Around their foul, unhallowed cause ? 
How long shall all the people bow 

As vassals of the favored few. 
And shame the pride of manhood's brow, 

Give what to God alone is due — 
Homage, to wealth, and rank, and power 
Vain shadows of a passing hour ? 
Oh for a pen of living fire, 

A tongue of flame, an arm of steel, 
To rouse the people's slumbering ire, 

And teach the tyrant's heart to feel. 
Oh Lord! in vengeance now appear, 

And guide the battles for the right, 
The spirits of the fainting cheer, 

And nerve the patriot's arm with might ; 

Till slavery banished from the world. 

And tyrants from their powers hurled, 
4'^ 



40 THE ARCH APOSTATE. 

And all mankind from bondage free, 
Exult in glorious liberty. 



THE ARCH APOSTATE. 

*' Since he miscalled the morning star, 
Nor man, nor fiend hath fallen so far."— Byron. 

When gathered in the courts above. 

Before Jehovah's burning throne, 
Archangels own his boundless love. 

And cast their crowns of glory down; 
While cherubim and seraphim, 

Thronging in serried ranks around. 
Now raise on high the pealing hymn. 

And loud their Makers praise resound; 
Causing the arch of heaven to ring 
With loud hosannas to their king. 
And in a thousand varied lays 
Pouring their raptured songs of praise, 
A tribute to Almighty love, 
Through which alone they live and move 



THE ARCH APOSTATE. 41 

Praising the fixed, unchanging laws. 
By which the first Eternal Cause 
Propels the radiant spheres on high, 
That through the illimitable sky 
Pursue their never-varying course 
Throughout the boundless Universe. 
And all the host to whom was given 

The rays of brip-ht intelliirence. 
To fit them for the joys of heaven, 

Far higher than the carnal sense ; 
All owned the wisdom of those laws, 
By which the first Almighty Cause, 
Throughout Creation's vast expanse, 

Imposed on every creature's mind. 
Through endless ages to advance, 

In good and evil unconfined : 
That " higher law," which, fixed as fate. 
Binds all of high or low estate. 
But one, the foremost of that train, 

The first in wisdom, power and might. 
Who poured in heaven the highest strain. 

And clearest saw both wrong and right, 



42 THE ARCH APOSTATE. 

Of loftiest, most capacious mindj 

Of largest views, of strongest will, 
Of power to dazzle, foil and blind, 

Make evil good, and good seem ill, 
With haughty and ambitious boast, 

To deeds of evil e'er inclined, 
A third part of the heavenly host 

Drew with him in rebellion blind; 
And strove to make the lower law 

Of his own lust, and hate, and pride, 
The only source from whence to draw 

For rules and precepts to decide ; 
And thus beneath his feet he trod 
The statutes of Almighty God; 
And by avenging justice fell 
Down to the lowest depths of hell. 
So in our Nation's Senate Hall, 

Where statesmen grave, in council meet, 
By far the mightiest of them all, 

One called the Godlike, most complete 
In all the attributes of mind, 
That win the applause of human kind — 



THE ARCH APOSTATE. 43 

Whose learned thouglits, and glowing words, 

In early days had oft been poured 

In trumpet tones at Freedom's shrine, 

And fanned the latent spark divine 

Implanted in the human breast, 

Of sympathy with the oppressed, 

Into a bright and living blaze, 

Beneath whose fierce and scorching rays, 

Tyrants had cowered in the dust, 

And slaves looked up with hopeful trust. 

When Greece had broke the tyrant's chain, 

And bathed her sword in Moslem gore. 
While Freedom's thrilling battle-strain, 

Was pealing o'er her classic shore. 
His was the voice which, o'er the wave, 

Sent forth a loud and cheering note, 
Aroused to strife the slumbering slave, 

And cheered the struggling Suliote. 
On Plymouth rock his voice was heard, 
In tones which like a clarion stirred 
The blood in every freeman's veins, 
And caused the slaves on Southern plains, 



44 THE ARCH APOSTATE. 

To hail it as the harbinger 

Of bright and halcyon days to come. 
When many a Northern Senator^ 

Shall dare to speak for those now dumb. 
But oh, how changed ! the giant mind 

That once had soared a Godlike flight, 
And, 'mid the sceptered kings of mind 

Had mounted to the loftiest height, 
"Now prostrate, groveling in the dust. 
Recreant to his most sacred trust. 
The women-whippers' pliant tool. 

Perjured in sight of God and man, 
And falsest of the hollow school 

Of demagogues, who lead the van. 
The forlorn hope of slavery ; 
With intrigue, cunning, knavery. 
Striving to quell the rising tide 

Of freedom setting o'er the land. 
And threatening with tyrannic pride 

To all who dare for freedom stand, 
The terrors of the dungeon's gloom. 
The felon's cell, the traitor's doom; 



THE ARCH APOSTATE. 45 

Setting their own unholy laws 

Above the higher law of God; 
Branding each one who scorns their cause, 

Nor fears the petty tyrant's nod, 
A traitor, and an infidel, 
And hireling priests are paid to tell 

That those whom Jesus died to save, 
And ransomed with his blood from hell, 

Were born to be their abject slaves; 
And the rude rabble catch the yell, 
And help the furious sound to swell, 
Which sends a shout of joy through hell, 
Where all the damned, in endless flame. 

Exult amid tormenting fire. 
That men should take such pains to claim 

The notice of Almighty ire. 
When all the deep-dyed villains come 
To listen to their final doom. 
And the great Judge himself portrays 

The different degrees of crime 
Which marked their darkly devious ways. 
While passing through the rounds of time* 



46 THB ARCH APOSTATE. 

Arnold, whose treacherous nature sought 

His country's freedom to betray, 
For which himself had bravely fought, 

On many a doubtful battle-day; 
And Gorgey, too, whose jealous spite, 

Betrayed his country to her foes, 
And quenched in blood the dawning light 

That brightly o'er her prospects rose; 
And Judas, who for paltry pelf. 

His Lord and Saviour basely sold. 
And then, despairing, hung himself; 

And all, who, for the lust of gold, 
Or pride, or hate, or love of power, 

The tyrant or the traitor played, 
Or faltering, in an evil hour, 

Their sacred trusts have all betrayed; 
They yet shall scorn the proifered hand 
Of him, the vilest of the band. 
Who, having greater power of mind 

Than any other living man, 
Had used it to debase his kind, 

And spread abroad the direst ban 



THE ARCH APOSTATE. 47 

Which man or devil ever saw, 
Slavery's corrupt, inhuman law : 
And, sinking from his high estate, 

Without excuse of any kind, 
The lust of power, or pride, or hate, 

Or imbecility of mind. 
Has stooped in Freedom's council halls, 

Where live the memories of the brave, 
To be the meanest thing that crawls 

The earth — a voluntary slave 
In future years, when men desire 

To speak in strong hyperbole. 
And give, in one small word, the fire 

And essence of iniquity — 
That name shall suit their purpose well, 
For not 'mid all the fiends of hell, 
Could one be found that would express 
So well, the depths of littleness; 
And Webster's name shall ever be 
The deepest badge of infamy. 



48 THE MISANTHROPIST. 



THE MISANTHROPIST. 



In vain thou bid'st me strike the lyre, 

And sing a song of mirth and glee, 
Or, kindling with poetic fire. 

Attempt some higher minstrelsy; 
In vain, in vain 1 for every thought 

That issues from this throbbing brain, 
Is from its first conception fraught 

With gloom and darkness, woe and pain. 
From earliest youth my path has been 

Cast in life's darkest, deepest shade. 
Where no bright ray did intervene, 

Nor e*er a passing sunbeam strayed; 
But all was dark and cheerless night, 

Without one ray of hopeful light. 
From childhood, then, through many a shock, 

IVe battled with the ills of life. 
Till, like a rude and rugged rock, 

My heart grew callous in the strife. 
When other children passed the hours 

In mirth, and play, and childish glee, 



I 



THE MISANTHROPIST. 49 

Or gathering the summer flowers 

By gentle brook, or flowery lea, 
I sought the wild and rugged glen 

Where Nature, in her sternest mood, 
Far from the busy haunts of men, 

Frowned in the darksome solitude. 
There have I mused till gloomy night, 

Like the death-angel's brooding wing. 
Would shut out every thing from sight. 

And o'er the scene her mantle fling ; 
And seeking then my lonely bed 

To pass the night in sweet repose, 
Around my fevered, burning head. 

Dark visions of the night arose; 
And the stern scenes which day had viewed 

In sterner aspect rose before me, 
And specters of still sterner mood 

Waved their menacing fingers o'er me. 
When the dark storm-fiend soared abroad. 

And swept to earth the waving grain, 
On whirlwind through the forest rode. 

And stirred to foam the heaving main, 



50 THE MISANTHROPIST. 

I lored to mark the lightning's flash, 

And listen to the ocean's roar. 
Or hear the pealing thunder s crash. 

And see the mountain torrents pom* 
Down precipices dark and steep, 

Still bearing, in their headlong course 
To meet th' embrace of ocean deep, 

Mementoes of the tempest's force; 
For fire and tempest, flood and storm, 

Wakened deep echoes in my soul. 
And made the quickening life-blood warm 

With impulse that knew no control; 
And the fierce lightning's lurid flash 

Rending the somber clouds asunder, 
Followed by the terrific crash 

Which marks the hoarsely rattling thunder, 
Seemed like the gleams of lurid light 

Which flashed across my seething brain, 
Succeeded by a darker night. 

With wilder horrors in its train. 
And I have stood on ocean's shore. 

And viewed its dreary waters roll, 



THE MISANTHROPIST. 61 

Till the dun music of its roar 

Called forth responses in my soul; 
And I have felt that there was traced 

An image of my inmost soul, 
In that dark, dreary, boundless waste, 

Whose sluggish waters aimless roll — 
Save when aroused by storms' wild force 

It lifts on high its angry wave, 
And thousands driven from their course 

Find in its depths a nameless grave. 
Whene'er I turned in gentler mood 

To scan the old historic page, 
It was not where the wise and good, 

The Bard, the Statesman, or the Sage, 
Had drawn in lines of living light, 
Lessons of virtue, truth and right; 
But that which told of secret league. 

Where deep conspiracies were rife, 
And where, through foul and dark intrigue, 

Were sowed the seeds of deadly strife. 

Where hostile armies met to seal 

Their country's doom, for woe or weal ; 
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52 THE MISANTHROPIST. 

Where the grim-visaged death-fiend drank 

His full supply of human gore, 
And poured through every hostile rank 

The tide of battle's awful roar ; 
For then my spirit seemed to soar 

Away to where such scenes were rife, 
And high above the battle's roar 

Sit as spectator of the strife — 
And in those scenes of war and woe, 
A fierce and fitful pleasure know. 
There was a time when I possessed 

High notions of Religion's claim, 
Nor deemed its practice, at the best, 

Was but a false and empty name; 
But when I saw the graceless deeds 

Which marked its strongest votaries' path. 
How senseless bigots, o'er their creeds. 

Blazing with wild fanatic wrath. 
Let loose the deadly tide of war. 
Spread devastation near and far, 
Through scenes of rapine, blood and shame. 
Of cities sacked, and towns on flame, 



THE MISANTHROPIST. 53 

Caused unbelievers' hearts to feel 

The arguments of fire and steel 

By which they sought t' enforce the word, 

And make rebellious hearts approve 
Those arguments of fire and sword 

As mandates of the God of love — 
How could I think that such a faith, 

Whose path was marked by fire and blood, 
That sowed the seeds of w^ar and death, 

Had issued from a holy God ? 
There was a time when I did love, 

Such love as those alone can know, 
Whose blood like burning lava moves, 

Whose passions like the lightning glow ; 
And when that ardent, truthful love. 

Was blighted in its opening bloom. 
And all around, below, above. 

Seemed like the darkness of the tomb, 
'T was then my stern and callous heart. 
Riven in its most vital part. 
Seemed like some gnarled and knotted oak, 
That, shivered by the lightning's stroke, 



54 THE MISANTHROPIST. 

Stands in the lonely wanderer's path, 
A ghastly monument of wrath. 
Then how can I attune the lyre 

To strams of love, or joyous glee? 
Break forth in patriotic fire, 

Or soar on higher minstrelsy, 
To sing the praise of virtue bright, 
Condemn the wrong, and laud the right; 
When neither vice nor guilt can fling 

A darker shadow o'er my breast. 
Nor even Virtue's self can bring, 

Unto my moody spirit, rest. 
It may not be, it cannot be I 

Let others strike the sounding string, 
And in rich strains of harmony, 

Songs of poetic beauty sing; 
But mine must still the portion be. 

However dark and drear the doom, 
To live estranged from sympathy, 
; Buried in doubt, despair and gloom; 
To bare my breast to every blow. 
To know no friend, and fear no foe, 



A HYMN. 55 

Each generous impulse trod to dust, 
Each noble aspiration crushed, 
Each feeling struck with withering blight. 
With no regard for wrong or right, 
No fear of hell, no hope of heaven, 
Die all unwept and unforgiven, 
Content to know and dare the worst 
Which mankind's hate, and heaven's curse, 
Can heap upon my living head. 
Or cast around my memory dead; 
And let them on my tombstone trace, 
Here lies the Pariah of his race. 



A HYMl^, 



WRITTEN FOR THE DEDICATION OP THE VINE STREET METHODIST 
EPISCOPAL CHURCH, BUFFALO. 



God of our sires I before thy throne 
Our humble offering now we bring; 

Deign to accept it as thine own. 
And dwell therein. Almighty King. 



56 A HYMN. 

Around tliy glorious throne above 
Angels and flaming seraphs sing, 

Archangels own thy boundless love, 
And cherubim their tribute bring. 

And every swiftly rolling sphere. 

That wends its way through boundless space. 
Hymns forth, in chorus loud and clear. 

Its mighty Maker's power and grace. 
It is not ours to bear the parts 

In that celestial song of praise. 
But here, oh Lord ! with grateful hearts, 

This earthly fane to thee we raise. 

Oh, let thy presence fill this house, 

And from its portals ne'er depart; 
Accept, oh Lord ! the humble vows 

Poured forth by every contrite heart. 
No sacrifice of beast or bird. 

No clouds of incense here shall rise, 
But in accordance with thy word, 

Well bring a holier sacrifice. 



yes! strike again that soLxXding string. 57 

Here shall the hoary-headed sire 

Invoke thy grace on bended knee, 
While youth shall catch the sacred fire, 

And pour its song of praise to thee. 
Let childhood, too, with stammering tongue, 

Here lisp thy name with reverent awe. 
And high, and low, and old, and young, 

Be brought t' obey thy holy law. 

And when our spirits shall return 

Back to the God who gave them birth. 
And these frail bodies shall be borne 

To mingle with their kindred earth — 
Then, in that house not made with hands, 

New anthems to thy praise we'll sing. 
To thee, who burst our slavish bands. 

Our Savior, prophet, priest and king. 



^ES! STRIKE AGAm THAT SOUNDING 
STRING. 

Yes ! strike again that sounding string, 
And let the wildest numbers roll; 



58 YESl STRIKE AGAIN THAT BOUNDING STRING. 

Thy song of fiercest passion sing — ■ 
It breathes responsive to my soul I 

A soul, whose gentlest hours were nursed, 
In stern adversity's dark way, 

And o'er whose pathway never burst 
One gleam of hope's enlivening ray. 

If thou wouldst soothe my burning brain, 
Sing not to me of joy and gladness ; 

'Twill but increase the raging pain. 
And turn the fever into madness. 

Sing not to me or landscapes bright, 
Of fragrant flowers and fruitful trees — 

Of azure skies and mellow light, 

Or whisperings of the gentle breeze; 

But tell me of the tempest roaring 
Across the angi-y foaming deep. 

Or torrents from the mountains pouring 
Down precipices dark and steep. 

Sing of the lightning's lurid flash, 
The ocean's roar, the howling storm, 



TO . 59 

The earthquake's shock, the thunder s crash, 
Where ghastly terrors teeming swarm. 

Sing of the battle's deadly strife, 

The ruthless march of war and pillage, 

The awful waste of human life, 

The plundered town, the burning village ! 

Of streets with human gore made red, 

Of priests upon the altar slain; 
The scenes of rapine, woe and dread. 

That fill the warrior's horrid train. 

Thy song may then an echo wake. 

Deep in this soul, long crushed and sad, 

The direful impressions sha.ke 
Which threaten now to drive it mad. 



TO 



AppROACHiNa night her mantle flings 

O'er plain and valley, rock and glen, 
6 



60 TO 

When boroe away on fancy's wings, 

Imagination guides my pen. 
I soar away to glittering spheres, 

And leave behind the sons of earth; 
Lo ! my enraptured fancy hears 

Seraphic strains of heavenly mirth, 
A vision as of angel bright 

Sudden appears before my face, 
A beauteous, fascinating sprite. 

Endowed with every charm and grace. 
Majestic Juno's lofty mien, 

With beauteous Venus' form and face, 
And chaste Diana's modesty, 

Adorned with wise Minerva's grace, 
United in thy form divine, 
With most resplendent luster shine. 
And when those matchless charms I viewed. 

Thy faultless form, and graceful mien. 
Surprised, amazed, entranced I stood. 

And gazed with rapture on the scene. 
And when thy lips were ope'd to speak. 

In tones so sweet, so soft and clear. 



PRAYER OF THE OPPRESSED. 61 

Gabriel his golden harp might break, 

And seraphs lean from heaven to hear. 
'Tis the pure mind which dwells within, 

Displays itself in act and word. 
And raises thee from every sin 

Far, far above the common herd. 
And when the term of life is past. 

And thy pure soul returns to heaven. 
The memory of thy worth shall last. 

While thought or mind to man are given 



PEAYER OF THE OPPRESSED, 

Oh great Jehovah ! God of love, 
Thou monarch of the earth and sky. 

Canst thou from thy great throne above 
Look down with an unpitying eye ? — 

See Afric's sons and daughters toil, 
Day after day, year after year. 

Upon this blood-bemoistened soil, 
And to their cries turn a deaf ear ? 



62 PRAYER OF THE OPPRESSED. 

Canst thou the white oppressor bless 
With verdant hills and fruitful plains, 

Eegardless of the slave's distress, 

Unmindful of the black man's chains. 

How long, oh Lord ! ere thou wilt speak 
In thy Almighty thundering voice, 

To bid the oppressor's fetters break, 
And Ethiopia's sons rejoice. 

How long shall Slavery's iron grip, 

And Prejudice's guilty hand, 
Send forth, like blood-hounds from the slip, 

Foul persecutions o'er the land ? 

How long shall puny mortals dare 

To violate thy just decree, 
And force their fellow-men to wear 

The galling chain on land and sea? 

Hasten, oh Lord! the glorious time 
When everywhere beneath the skies. 

From every land and every clime, 
Peans to Liberty shall rise I 



TO S. A. T. 63 

When 'the bright sun of liberty 

Shall shine o'er each despotic land, 

And all mankind, from bondage free, 
Adore the wonders of thy hand. 



TO S. A. T. 

As with thy Album in my hand, 

Upon this picture late I gazed, 

With tuneful harp held in its hand, 

And eyes of joy to Heaven upraised, 

As if it inspiration sought 

From Heaven's pure shrine of holy thought, 

Like those inspired bards, who sung 

Jehovah's praise with prophet tongue, 

I thought of thee, as, long ago, 

I heard thy voice so sweetly flow 

Through measures of most tender feeling, 

The soul of melody revealing; 

Breathing, in sweetest harmony, 

The noblest strains of poesy. 

Like seraph of celestial fire, 
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64 DELUSIVE HOPE. • 

Who tunes his voice and sacred lyre, 
And moves th' angelic hosts above 
To pour their notes of praise and love 
To Him who sits enthroned on high 
In undisputed majesty : 
So thy harmonious notes divine 
Cause men to bow before thy shrine; 
Their adoration bring to thee, 
Bright image of the Deity. 

DELUSIVE HOPE, 

In the bright days of early youth, 

Hope told a fond, delusive tale 
Of lasting friendship, holy truth, 

And steadfast love which ne'er should fail. 
I listened to the flattering strain 

With all the fire of ardent youth; 
And long I sought, but sought in vain, 

To find the dwelling-place of truth. 
Though many in her garb appeared. 

Assumed her name and simple mien, 



DELUSIVE HOPE. 05 

Ere long the vile deceit was cleared, 

And all the hypocrite was seen. 
And friendship, too, though long and loud 

Her voice IVe heard in many a place, 
Among the fickle, thoughtless crowd, 

I never have beheld her face. 
Love, next, its bright and glittering chain 

Around the captive fancy threw; 
But soon its vows proved false and vain 

As the chameleon's changeful hue. 
Now, when the hopes and joys are dead 

That gladdened once the heart of youth, 
All the romantic visions fled 

That told of friendship, love and truth, 
Turn we unto that steadfast friend 

Who guards our steps where'er they rove, 
Whose power supports us to the end, 

Whose word is truth, whose name is love. 



Q6 TO M. E. A. 



TO M. E. A. 



Oh! had I that poetic lore 

Bestowed upon the favored few, 
To ope' Dame Nature's bounteous store, 

And hold her treasures up to view, 
To climb Parnassus' lofty mount, 
Or taste the Muses' sacred fount, 
The far-famed Heliconian spring, 
Which Grecian poets erst did sing,- — 
And did Apollo, and the Nine, 
With eloquence and verse divine, 
Direct my pen — I scarce could tell 
The numerous charms which in thee dwell. 
Thy loveliness of form and face 
Might serve as model for a Grace; 
And the bright luster of thine eye 
Mahqmet's Hour is far outvie. 
The nobler beauties of the mind, 

Refined and elevated taste; 
Great moral purity, combined 

With every outward charm and grace 



A HYMN. 67 

And reason, governing the whole, 

Displays in every act, a soul 

High raised above the things which bind 

Down to the earth more sordid minds ; 

And, soaring fetterless and free 

In its unsullied purity, 

Seems like a seraph wandering here, 

The native of a brighter sphere. 



A HYMN", 

WRITTEN FOE THE DEDICATION OF THE MICHIGAN STEEET BAP- 
TIST CHUECH, BUFFALO. 

Almighty God ! in this thy house, 

For the first time thy people stand, 
To pay to thee their humble vows, 

And crave fresh mercies at thy hand. 
To thee, oh Lord ! this house we rear ; 

Deign thou the humble work to bless, 
And grant that many souls may bear 

The words of truth and righteousness 



68 A HYMN. 

Which from thy servants' lips shall fall 

Who labor faithful in thy cause; 
Oh may they hear and heed the call. 

And learn t'obey thy holy laws. 
Here, often as thy saints shall meet. 

Deign thou to enter in the midst, 
And guide our erring, wandering feet, 

In paths which lead to heavenly bliss. 

Strengthen the wavering Christian's faith,. 

Subdue the proud, exalt the meek, 
Save sinners from eternal death, 

And lead us all thy truth to seek. 
And when our humble prayers ascend. 

Hear thou, in heaven, thy dwelling-place ; 
O'er us thy guardian arm extend. 

And shed around thy heavenly grace. 

And when the pealing hymn shall rise 
In strains of gratitude and praise. 

Almighty monarch of the skies, 
Accept and bless our humble lays. 



SELF-RELIANCE. 69 

And when thy serrants preach thy word, 

Thy Holy Spirit, oh, impart, 
And make it like a two-edged sword 

Piercing to every sinner's heart. 

And when the toils of life are o'er, 

And these frail bodies turn to dust, 
Receive us. Lord, forever more, 

Among the holy and the just. 
Then, in that house not made with hands, 

Well sing new anthems to thy praise, 
To thee, who burst our slavish bands, 

And taught our hearts to love thy ways. 



SELF-RELIANCE. 

I LOVE the man whose lofty mind 
On God and its own strength relies; 

Who seeks the welfare of his kind. 
And dare bo honest though he dies; 

Who cares not for the world's applause. 



70 SELF-RELIANdlE. 

But, to his own fixed purpose true. 
The path which God and nature's laws 

Point out, doth earnestly pursue. 
When adverse clouds around him lower. 

And stern oppression bars his way, 
When friends desert in trial's hour, 

And hope sheds but a feeble ray; 
When all the powers of earth and hell 

Combine to break his spirit down^ 
And strive, with their terrific yell. 

To crush his soul beneath their frown — 
When numerous friends, whose cheerful tone 

In happier hours once cheered him on, 
With visions that full brightly shone. 

But now, alas ! are dimmed and gone ! 
When love, which in his bosom burned 

With all the fire of ardent youth. 
And which he fondly thought returned 

With equal purity and, truth, 
Mocking his hopes, falls to the ground, 

Like some false vision of the night, 
Its vows a hollow, empty sound. 



SELF-RELIANCE 71 

Scathing his heart with deadly blight, 
Choking that welling spring of love, 
Which lifts the soul to God above. 
In bonds mysterious to unite 
The finite with the infinite; 
And draw a blessing from above, 
Of infinite on finite love. 
When hopes of better, fear of worse, 

Alike are fled, and naught remains 
To stimulate him on his course : 

No hope of bliss, no fear of pains 
Fiercer than what already rend. 

With tortures keen, his inmost heart, 
Without a hope, without a friend. 

With nothing to allay the smart 
From blighted love, affections broken, 

From blasted hopes and cankering care. 
When every thought, each word that's spoken 

Urges him onward to despair. 
When through the opening vista round, 

Shines on him no pellucid ray, 

Like beam of early morning found, 

1 



^T 



2 SELF-RELIANCE. 

The harbinger of perfect day ; 
But like the midnight's darkening frown, 

When stormy tempests roar on high, 
When pealing thunder shakes the ground, 

And lurid lightning rends the sky ! 
When clothed in more than midnight gloom. 
Like some foul specter from the tomb, 
Despair, with stern and fell control. 
Sits brooding o'er his inmost soul — 
'Tis then the faithful mind is proved. 

That, true alike to man and God, 
By all the ills of life unmoved, 

Pursues its straight and narrow road. 
For such a man the siren song 

Of pleasure hath no lasting charm; 
Nor can the mighty and the strong 

His spirit tame with powerful arm. 
His pleasure is to wipe the tear 
- Of sorrow from the mourners cheek, 
The languid, fainting heart to cheer, 

To succor and protect the weak. 
When the bright face of fortune smiles 



SELF-RELIANCE. 73 

Ui)on bis path with cheering ray, 
And pleasure, with alluring wiles, 

Flatters, to lead his heart astray, 
His soul in conscious virtue strong. 

And armed with innate rectitude, 
Loving the right, detesting wrong, 

And seeking the eternal good 
Of all alike, the high or low. 
His dearest friend, or direst foe, ' 

Seeks out the brave and faithful few, 
Who, to themselves and Maker true. 
Dare, in the name and fear of God, 
To spread the living truth abroad ! 
Armed with the same sustaining power, 
Against adversity's dark hour, 
And from the deep deceitful guile 
Wbich lurks in pleasure's hollow smile, 
Or from the false and fitful beam 

That marks ambition's meteor fire. 
Or from the dark and lurid gleam 

Revealing passion's deadly ire. 
His steadfast soul fearing no harm, 



74 



ODE FOR THE FOURTH OF JULY. 



But trusting in the aid of Heaven, 
And wielding, with unfaltering arm, 

The utmost power which God has given 
Conscious that the Almighty power 

Will nerve the faithful soul with might, 
Whatever storms may round him lower, 

Strikes boldly for the true and right. 



ODE FOR THE FOURTH OF JULY 

iiLNOTHER year has passed away, 
And brings again the glorious day 
When Freedom from her slumber woke. 
And broke the British tyrant's yoke — 
Unfurled her standard to the air, 
In gorgeous beauty, bright and fair — 
Pealed forth the sound of war's alarms. 
And called her patriot sons to arms ! 

They rushed, inspired by Freedom's name. 
To fight for liberty and fame; 



ODE FOR THE FOURTH OF JULY. *' 

To meet the mercenary band, 

And drive them from their native land. 

Almighty God ! grant us, we pray. 

The self-same spirit on this day, 

That, through the storm of battle, then 

Did actuate those patriot men ! 

May those great truths which they maintained 

Through years of deadly strife and toil, 

Be by their children well sustained, 

Till slavery ceases on our soil — 

Till every wrong shall be redressed, 

And every bondman be set free; 

And from the north, south, east and west, 

Peans shall rise to Liberty. 

May that same God whose segis led 

Our patriot sires on Bunker's height, 

Shed the same blessings on our head. 

The heroes of a nobler fight — 

A fight not waged by fire and sword. 

And quenched in gore and human blood, 
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YG MIDNIGHT MUSINGSo 

But only by that Sacred Word, 
The mandate of Almighty God. 

Our cause is Love, our weapon Truth, 
Our ally is the living God; 
Matron and maiden, sire and youth, 
Shall feel the power of his rod. 
Prone to the dust, shall Slavery fall, 
And all its withering influence die. 
While liberty, the boon of all, 
Shall swell through earth, and air, and sky. 



MIDNIGHT MUSINGS. 

The gloomy night has cast a shroud 

Upon the dwelling-place of men: 
Hushed are the voices of the crowd. 

And silence reigns o'er hill and glen. 
My winged fancy takes its flight 

Through the unfathomed dark abyss, 
And rends the vail of somber night 

From many scenes of woe and blisa. 



MIDNIGHT MUSINGS. 

I enter first the poor man's cot; 

The sick wife, on her straw-made bed, 
Reflects upon her lowly lot, 

While piercing pains distract her head; 
The famished children's cries for bread 

Are issued in such piteous tones, 
The father hangs his drooping head, 

To hear his wife and children's moans. 
The eyes of all that meager train 

Turned upon him to seek relief: 
The thought o'erwhelms his burning brain 

With silent but expressive grief. 
Near to the cot, a mansion proud 

Raises its stately roof tow'rd heaven; 
While mirth and revelry full loud 

Burst on the stillness of the even. 
Here wealth spreads her luxurious board, 

And glittering crowds the feast partake, 
Not caring how the starving horde 

Of hungry poor their fast may break. 
The wealth profusely squandered here, 

In gorgeous dress and proud array, 



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78 MIDNIGHT MUSINGS. 

Would furnish forth good homely cheer 

On many a dreary winter's day, 
To those who now, by want oppressed, 

Or smitten by some dire disease, 
Pray fervently to God for rest, 

That death may come their pangs to ease. 
And do you think a righteous God 

Will listen to your wretched pleas, 
That when you saw his chastening rod 

Inflicting famine and disease 
Upon your fellow-men, that ye 

Should grant no aid to their distress, 
But use your every energy 

To wrong, and crush them, and oppress ? 
No ! when you stand before his bar, 

You 11 hear pronounced this awful doom: 
" Depart from me, ye cursed, afar, 

And giva my humble followers room ! " 



ODE TO MUSIC. 



ODE TO MUSIC. 



There's music wheresoe'er we roam — 
'T is heard in ocean's crested foam, 
And in the billows' deafening roar, 
Which madly burst upon the shore: 
They sing of Heaven's eternal Lord, 
Who calms their raging by his word. 

There's music in the gentle breeze. 
Which softly blows among the trees. 
Shaking fresh fragrance from the flowers, 
In blooming fields and shady bowers; 
They sing of Him whose power below, 
Caused trees, and grass^ and flowers to grow 

There's music in the numerous herds. 
Scattered about o'er hills and plains. 

And in the flocks of feathered birds, 
Who, in a thousand varied strains, 

Praise Him whose all-creating word 

Brought into being beast and bird. 



80 ODE TO MUSIC. 

There's music in the tempest's sound, 
That darkly sweeps across the wave, 

And hangs its shadowy pall around 
The ship-wrecked sailors ocean grave; 

Where the wild waste of waters yell, 

Through caverns deep and dark as hell ! 

It speaks of His almighty power. 

Whose arm is ever stretched to save, 

Who, in death's dark and trying hour, 
Can shed a halo round the grave ; 

And make the ocean's yawning cavern, 

A glorious entrance into Heaven. 

There's music in the thunder's roar. 
Which peals along the vault of heaven, 

While torrents from the mountains pour. 
And trees by the dread bolt are riven; 

Seen by the fiery element. 

The earth, and sky, and sea seem blent« 

It tells of Him whose wondrous power 
Can make the lightning do his will, 



ODS TO MUSIC. 31 

And sends the cool refreshing shower 

Upon the just and unjust still: 
And whispers in a still, small voice, 
To all the sons of earth, rejoice ! 

But leave this scene of doubts and fears, 

And swift on fancy's pinions 5y, 
And hear the music of the spheres 

Resounding sweetly through the sky; 
They sing of Him, th' incarnate Word 
Man's Saviour, Heaven's Almighty Lord ! 

Where'er we turn, music is found, 

With all its Heaven-born power to charm. 

To lull us with its soothino- sound. 
And shed around a holy balm — 

Pure as the thrilling, heavenly strains 

From angels' harps, on Judah's plains. 

Shall man, rescued from death and hell. 

Shall he alone refuse to raise 
His feeble voice, the song to swell 

Unto his great Creator's praise ? 



82 STANZAS FOR THE FIRST OF AUGUST. 

While seraphs and archangels join 
The blissful harmony divine. 

Then let our tongues fresh music make, 
And sound his wondrous praise abroad; 

And when the Universe shall quake, 
And Nature quail before her God, 

Well join the angels' choir above. 

And sing our Lord's unchanging love. 



STANZAS FOR THE FIRST OF AUGUST. 

From bright West Indies' sunny seas, 
Comes, borne upon the balmy breeze, 

The joyous shout, the gladsome tone. 
Long in those bloody isles unknown; 

Bearing across the heaving wave 

The song of the unfettered slave. 

No charging squadrons shook the ground. 
When freedom here her claims obtainea; 



STANZAS FOR THE FIRST OF AUGUST. SS 

Kg cannon, with tremendous sound, 

The noble patriot's cause maintained : 
No furious battle-charger neighed, 
No brother fell by brother's blade. 

None of those desperate scenes of strife, 
Which mark the warrior's prouS career , 

The awful waste of human life, 
Have ever been enacted here; 

But truth and justice spoke from heaven, 

And slavery's galling chain was riven. 

'T was moral force which broke the chain, 
That bound eight hundred thousand men ; 

And when we see it snapped in twain, 
Shall we not join in praises then ? — 

And prayers unto Almighty God, 

Who smote to earth the tyrant's rod ? 

And from those islands of the sea. 

The scenes of blood and crime and wrong, 

The glorious anthem of the free. 
Now swells in mighty chorus strong ; 



84 THE NORTH STAR. 

Telling th' oppressed, where'er they roaii^ 
Those islands now are freedom's home. 



THE NORTH STAK^ 

Star of the north! whose steadfast ray 

Pierces the sable pall of night. 
Forever pointing out the way 

That leads to freedom's hallowed light : 
The fugitive lifts up his eye 
To where thy rays illume the sky. 

That steady, calm, unchanging light, 

Through dreary wilds and trackless dells, 

Directs his weary steps aright 

To the bright land where freedom dwells; 

And spreads, with sympathizing breast. 

Her segis over the oppressed. 

Though other stars may round thee burn, 
With larger disk and brighter ray, 

• "Written for the North Star ; a newspaper edited by a fugitive slave. 



HE NORTH STAR. 85 

And fiery comets round thee turn, 

While millions mark their blazing way; 
And the pale moon and planets bright 
Keflect on us their silvery light. 

Not like that moon, now dark, now bright, 
In phase and place forever changing; 

Or planets with reflected light, 
Or comets through the heavens ranging; 

They all seem varying to our view, 

"While thou art ever fixed and true. 

So may that other bright North Star, 
Beaming with truth and freedom's light. 

Pierce with its cheering ray afar. 

The shades of slavery's gloomy night; 

And may it never cease to be 

The guard of truth and liberty. 






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