ΙΟ 15 20 25 But laying hands on another Today unbind the captive, Pay ransom to the owner, Who is the owner? The slave is owner, O North! give him beauty for rags, Up! and the dusky race Come, East and West and North, By races, as snow-flakes, And carry my purpose forth, My will fulfilled shall be, LIBERTY FOR ALL BY WILLIAM LLOYD GARRISON ° THEY tell me, Liberty! that in thy name And some to power supreme, and glorious fame: Woe, then, to those who dare to desecrate And, by a mighty hand, the oppressed He yet shall save. ABRAHAM LINCOLN (1865) BY JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL LIFE may be given in many ways, But then to stand beside her, Limbed like the old heroic breeds, Who stand self-poised on manhood's solid earth, Fed from within with all the strength he needs. 5 IO 15 20 25 ΙΟ Whom late the Nation he had led, Wept with the passion of an angry grief: And cannot make a man Save on some worn-out plan, For him her Old-World molds aside she threw, With stuff untainted shaped a hero new, 20 Once more a shepherd of mankind indeed, But by his clear-grained human worth, They knew that outward grace is dust; 25 In that sure-footed mind's unfaltering skill, That bent like perfect steel to spring again and thrust. Yet also nigh to Heaven and loved of loftiest stars. 35 Or, then, of Europe fronting mornward still, Could Nature's equal scheme deface Here was a type of the true elder race, And one of Plutarch's men talked with us face to face. I praise him not; it were too late; And some innative weakness there must be In him who condescends to victory Such as the Present gives, and cannot wait, So always firmly he: He knew to bide his time, Still patient in his simple faith sublime, Till the wise years decide. Great captains, with their guns and drums, These all are gone, and standing like a tower, The kindly-earnest, brave, foreseeing man, THE BLUE AND THE GRAY (1867)1 BY FRANCIS MILES FINCH° By the flow of the inland river, Whence the fleets of iron have fled, Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver, Asleep are the ranks of the dead: Under the sod and the dew, 5 ΙΟ 15 20 25 Waiting the Judgment Day; Under the one, the Blue; Under the other, the Gray. 1 Reprinted by permission of Henry Holt and Company from F. M. Finch's poems, "The Blue and the Gray and Other Poems." 30 |