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Show 52 VINCENi' 0GJJ:. For mind will join with kindred mind, .As matter's with its' like combined. 'l'hcy speak of wrongs they had receivedOf freemen, of their rights bereaved; And as tl1cy pondered o'er the thought Which in their m~nds so madly wrought, · 'l'hcir eyes gleamed as the lightning's flash, Their words seemed as the torrent's clash That falleth, with a low, deep sound, Into some dark abyss profound,- A sullen sound that threatens more Than other torrents' louder roar. Ab I they bad borne well as they might, Such wrongs as freemen ill can bear; And they had urged both day and night, In fitting words, a freeman's prayer; And when the heart is filled with grief, For wrongs of all true souls accurst, In action it must seek relief, Or else, o'ercbargcd, it can but burst. Why blame we them, if they oft"spake Words that were Jilted to awake The soul's high hopes-its noblest parts' l'be slumbering passions of brave hearts, VINCENT Oo:f:. And send them as the simoom's breath, U pou a work of woe and death? And woman's voice is heanl amid The accents of that warrior train; And when bas woman's voice e'er bid, And man could from its host refrain? Hers is the power o'er his soul That's never wiclclcd by another, And she doth claim this soft control As sister, Jnistrcss, wife, or mother. So sweetly doth her soft voice float O'er hearts by guilt or anguish ,·ivcn, It secmcth as a magic note 53 Struck from earth's harps by bands of heaven. And there 's the mother of Og6, Who with firm voice, and steady heart, And look unaltered, well can play The Spartan mother's bard y part ; And scncl her sons to battle-fields, .A.nd bicl them come in triumph home, Or stretched upon their bloody shields, Rather thou bear the bondman's doom. "Go fortb," she said, "to victory; Or else, go bravely forth to die l |