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TO BISHOP TURNER.
Stand up, thou mighty monarch, stand,
With flashing eagle eye and flaming tongue,
Till loud and long o'er this accursed land,
The adamantine truths thou utterest shall be sung.
The angry mutterings of a prejudicial host,
But, like a gentle zephyr, fan thy brow,
With clarion voice speak truth nor count the cost,
Thy purpose shall be seen, though darkly now.
'Tis not that many do not understand
The echo of the ringing of that knell,
Which thou hast sounded, yet like cowards stand,
Preferring sloth to future woe or weal.
With flashing eagle eye and flaming tongue,
Till loud and long o'er this accursed land,
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The angry mutterings of a prejudicial host,
But, like a gentle zephyr, fan thy brow,
With clarion voice speak truth nor count the cost,
Thy purpose shall be seen, though darkly now.
'Tis not that many do not understand
The echo of the ringing of that knell,
Which thou hast sounded, yet like cowards stand,
Preferring sloth to future woe or weal.
Who e'er so blind in thee dost not perceive
A matchless leader for thy stricken race;
Who scents the distant danger would relieve,
And sights to a divine appointed place.
A matchless leader for thy stricken race;
Who scents the distant danger would relieve,
And sights to a divine appointed place.
They tremble, cringe and shrink from day to day,
And fear their unknown power and strength to try—
In bold adventure to attempt the way,
Of men free born, to dare and do or die.
And fear their unknown power and strength to try—
In bold adventure to attempt the way,
Of men free born, to dare and do or die.
But lead thou on, perhaps though now alone,
To these more heavy visioned shall be shown,
A land where men white, or black are one,
And freedom shares the chariot of the sun.
To these more heavy visioned shall be shown,
A land where men white, or black are one,
And freedom shares the chariot of the sun.
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