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ARISEN AT LAST.
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On the passage of the bill to protect the rights and liberties of the people of the State against the Fugitive Slave Act.
I said I stood upon thy grave,
My Mother State, when last the moon
Of blossoms clomb the skies of June.
My Mother State, when last the moon
Of blossoms clomb the skies of June.
And, scattering ashes on my head,
I wore, undreaming of relief,
The sackcloth of thy shame and grief.
I wore, undreaming of relief,
The sackcloth of thy shame and grief.
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Again that moon of blossoms shines
On leaf and flower and folded wing,
And thou hast risen with the spring!
On leaf and flower and folded wing,
And thou hast risen with the spring!
Once more thy strong maternal arms
Are round about thy children flung,—
A lioness that guards her young!
Are round about thy children flung,—
A lioness that guards her young!
No threat is on thy closëd lips,
But in thine eye a power to smite
The mad wolf backward from its light.
But in thine eye a power to smite
The mad wolf backward from its light.
Southward the baffled robber's track
Henceforth runs only; hereaway,
The fell lycanthrope finds no prey.
Henceforth runs only; hereaway,
The fell lycanthrope finds no prey.
Henceforth, within thy sacred gates,
His first low howl shall downward draw
The thunder of thy righteous law.
His first low howl shall downward draw
The thunder of thy righteous law.
Not mindless of thy trade and gain,
But, acting on the wiser plan,
Thou'rt grown conservative of man.
But, acting on the wiser plan,
Thou'rt grown conservative of man.
So shalt thou clothe with life the hope,
Dream-painted on the sightless eyes
Of him who sang of Paradise,—
Dream-painted on the sightless eyes
Of him who sang of Paradise,—
The vision of a Christian man,
In virtue, as in stature great
Embodied in a Christian State.
In virtue, as in stature great
Embodied in a Christian State.
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And thou, amidst thy sisterhood
Forbearing long, yet standing fast,
Shalt win their grateful thanks at last;
Forbearing long, yet standing fast,
Shalt win their grateful thanks at last;
When North and South shall strive no more,
And all their feuds and fears be lost
In Freedom's holy Pentecost.
And all their feuds and fears be lost
In Freedom's holy Pentecost.
6th mo., 1855.
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