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At the Portals of the Future
Full of madness, guilt and gloom,
Stood the hateful form of Slavery,
Crying, “Give, Oh! give me room—
Full of madness, guilt and gloom,
Stood the hateful form of Slavery,
Crying, “Give, Oh! give me room—
“Room to smite the earth with cursing,
Room to scatter, rend and slay,
From the trembling mother's bosom
Room to tear her child away;
Room to scatter, rend and slay,
From the trembling mother's bosom
Room to tear her child away;
“Room to trample on the manhood
Of the country far and wide;
Room to spread o'er every Eden
Slavery's scorching lava-tide.”
Of the country far and wide;
Room to spread o'er every Eden
Slavery's scorching lava-tide.”
Pale and trembling stood the Future,
Quailing 'neath his frown of hate,
As he grasped with bloody clutches
The great keys of Doom and Fate.
Quailing 'neath his frown of hate,
As he grasped with bloody clutches
The great keys of Doom and Fate.
In his hand he held a banner
All festooned with blood and tears:
'Twas a fearful ensign, woven
With the grief and wrong of years.
All festooned with blood and tears:
'Twas a fearful ensign, woven
With the grief and wrong of years.
On his brow he wore a helmet
Decked with strange and cruel art;
Every jewel was a life-drop
Wrung from some poor broken heart.
Decked with strange and cruel art;
Every jewel was a life-drop
Wrung from some poor broken heart.
Though her cheek was pale and anxious,
Wet, with look and brow sublime,
By the pale and trembling Future
Stood the Crisis of our time.
Wet, with look and brow sublime,
By the pale and trembling Future
Stood the Crisis of our time.
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And from many a throbbing bosom
Came the words in fear and gloom,
“Tell us, oh! thou coming Crisis,
What shall be our country's doom?
Came the words in fear and gloom,
“Tell us, oh! thou coming Crisis,
What shall be our country's doom?
“Shall the wings of dark destruction
Brood and hover o'er our land,
Till we trace the steps of ruin
By their blight, from strand to strand?”
Brood and hover o'er our land,
Till we trace the steps of ruin
By their blight, from strand to strand?”
With a look and voice prophetic
Spake the solemn Crisis then:
“I have only mapped the future
For the erring sons of men.
Spake the solemn Crisis then:
“I have only mapped the future
For the erring sons of men.
“If ye strive for Truth and Justice,
If ye battle for the Right,
Ye shall lay you, hands all strengthened
On God's robe of love and light;
If ye battle for the Right,
Ye shall lay you, hands all strengthened
On God's robe of love and light;
“But if ye trample on His children,
To his ear will float each groan,
Jar the cords that bind them to Him,
And they'll vibrate at his throne.
To his ear will float each groan,
Jar the cords that bind them to Him,
And they'll vibrate at his throne.
“And the land that forges fetters,
Binds the weak and poor in chains,
Must in blood or tears of sorrow
Wash away her guilty stains.”
Binds the weak and poor in chains,
Must in blood or tears of sorrow
Wash away her guilty stains.”
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