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But the great Master said, "I see
"These are the three great chords of might,
Take them, O Death! and bear away
Thine image, stamped upon this clay,
Take them, O Grave! and let them lie
As garments by the soul laid by,
Take them, O great Eternity!
Our little life is but a gust.
And trails its blossoms in the dust!
FOR Mr Brother's Ordination.
Christ to the young man said: "Yet one thing more;
If thou wouldst perfect be,
And come and follow me I"
Within this temple Christ again, unseen,
Those sacred words hath said,
Laid on a young man's head.
And evermore beside him on his way
The unseen Christ shall move,
'- Dost thou, dear Lord, approve?"
Beside him at the marriage-feast shall be,
To make the scene more fair; Beside him in the dark Gethsemane
Of pain and midnight prayer.
O holy trust! O endless sense of rest!
Like the beloved John
And thus to journey on!
POEMS ON SLAVERY.
TO WILLIAM E. CHAINING.
The pages of thy book I read,
And as I closed each one,
"Servant of God, well done !'*
Well done! thy words are great and bold;
At times they seem to me,
Half-battles for the free.
Go on, until this land revokes
The old and chartered lie.
A voice is ever at thy side,
Speaking in tones of might,
To John in Patmos, "Write!"
Wtf e! and tell out -this bloody tale;
Record this dire eclipse,
This dread Apocalypse!
THE SLAVE'S DREAM.
Beside the ungathered rice he lay,
His sickle in his hand;
Was buried in the sand.
He saw his native land.
Wide through the landscape of his dreams
The lordly Niger flowed;
Once more a king he strode;
Descend the mountain-road.
He saw once more his dark-eyed queen
Among her children stand;
They held him by the hand!—
And fell into the sand.
And then at furious speed he rode
Alone the Niger's bank;
And, with a martial clank,
Smiting his stallion's flank.
Before him, like a blood-red flag,
The bright flamingoes flew; From morn till night he followed their flight,
O'er plains where the tamarind grew, Till he saw the roofs of Caffre huts,
And the ocean rose to view.
At night he heard the lion roar,
And the hysena scream, And the river-horse, as he crushed the reeds
Beside some hidden stream; And it passed, like a glorious roll of drums,
Through the triumph of his dream.
The forests, with their myriad tongues,
Shouted of liberty;
With a voice so wild and free.
At their tempestuous glee.
He did not feel the driver's whip,
Nor the burning heat of day;
And his lifeless body lay
Had broken and thrown away!
THE GOOD PART,
THAT SHALL NOT BE TAKEN A WAT.
She dwells by great Kenhawa's side,
And all her hope and all her pride
Her soul, like the transparent air,
Though not of earth, encircles there
And thus she walks among her girls
Subduing e'en rude village churls
She reads to them at eventide
To cast the captive's chains aside,
And oft the blessed time foretells
And musical, as silver bells,
And following her beloved Lord
In decent poverty,
And deed of charity.
For she was rich, and gave up all
To break the iron bands
And laboured in her lands.
Long since beyond the Southern Sea
While she, in meek humility,
It is their prayers, which never cease,
Their Messing is the light of peace
THE SLAVE IN THE DISMAL SWAMP
In dark fens of the Dismal Swamp
The hunted Negro lay;
And a bloodhound's distant bay.
Where will-o'-the-wisps and glow-worms shine,
In bulrush and in brake; Where waving mosses shroud the pine, And the cedar grows, and the poisonous vine
Is spotted like the snake;
Where hardly a human foot could pass.
Or a human heart would dare,
Like a wild beast in his lair.
A poor old slave, infirm and lame;
Great scars deformed his face; On his forehead he bore the brand of shame, And the rags, that hid his mangled frame,
Were the livery of disgrace.
All things above were bright and fair,
All things were glad and free; Lithe squirrels darted here and there, And wild birds filled the echoing air
With songs of Liberty!
On him alone was the doom of pain,
From the morning of his birth;
And struck him to the earth!
THE SLAVE SINGING AT MIDNIGHT.
Loud he sang the psalm of David!