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Show 60 Oh, for that spirit meek and mild, Derided, spurned, yet uncomplainingBy man deserted and reviled, Yet faithful to its trust remaining. Still prompt and resolute to save From scourge and chain the hunted slave I Unwavering in the Truth's defence, Even where the fires of Hate are burning, Th' unquailing eye of innocence Alone upon th' oppressor turning! Oh-loved of thousands! to thy grave, Sorrowing of heart, thy brethren bore thee! The poor man and the rescued slave Wept as the broken earth closed o'er theeAnd grateful tears, like summer rain, Quickened its dying grass again ! And there, as to some pilgrim-shrine, Shall come, the outcast and the lowly, Of gentle deeds and words of thine, Recalling memories sweet and holy! Oh for the death the righteous die! An end, like Autumn's day declining, On human hearts, as on the sky, With holier, tenderer beauty shining: As to the parting son I were g iven The radiance of an opening heaven! As if that pure and blessed light, From off th' Eternal altar flowing, Were bathing in its upward flight, The spirit to its worship going! TO GEORGE BANOROI'T, ESQ, AU'rHOR Oli' '.filE WORCESTER DEMOCltATIC ADDHE.SS. FniEND of the poor !-go onSpeak for the Truth and Right! Onward- though hate and scorn Gloom round thee as the niuht Speal<-at each word of thineo . Some ancient Fraud is riven~ And through its rents of ruin shine The sunbeams and the heaven ! Speak-for thy voice will be Welcome in each abode Where manhood's heart al:d knee Are bended but to God' Wherc honest bosoms hold Their holy birthright well- Where Freedom spurns at Mammon's goldWhere lllan is not to sell! |