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Sonnets and canzonets

Alcott, Amos Bronson (1799-1888)

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[I. In Youth's glad morning, when the rising East]
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[II. My thought revives at utterance of thy name]
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[III. Christian beloved! devoid of art and wile]
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[IV. Channing! my Mentor whilst my thought was young]
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[V. Daughter of Memory! who her watch doth keep]
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[VI. Misfortune to have lived not knowing thee]
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[VII. Hierophant, and lyrist of the soul]
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[VIII. Pleased, I recall those hours, so fair and free]
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[IX. Dear Lady! oft I meditate on thee]
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[X. Thou, Sibyl rapt! whose sympathetic soul]
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[XI. Priest of the gladsome tidings, old and new]
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[XII. Interpreter of the Pure Reason's laws]
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[XIII. Who nearer Nature's life would truly come]
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[XIV. Much do they wrong our Henry, wise and kind]
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[XV. Whilst from the cloistered schools rushed forth in view]
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[XVI. Bright visions of my sprightlier youthful days]
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[XVII. Sweet saint! whose rising dawned upon the sight]
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[XVIII. Adventurous mariner! in whose gray skiff]
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[XIX. Romancer, far more coy than that coy sex]
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[XX. Still held in sweet remembrance thou, my friend]
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[XXI. Poet of the Pulpit, whose full-chorded lyre]
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[XXII. People's Attorney, servant of the Right]
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[XXIII. 'T was when the land was struggling to break free]
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[XXIV. Bold Saint, thou firm believer in the Cross]
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[XXV. Nobly censorious of our transient age]
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[XXVI. Freedom's first champion in our fettered land]
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[XXVI. Freedom's first champion in our fettered land]

Freedom's first champion in our fettered land!
Nor politician nor base citizen
Could gibbet thee, nor silence, nor withstand.
Thy trenchant and emancipating pen
The patriot Lincoln snatched with steady hand,
Writing his name and thine on parchment white,
Midst war's resistless and ensanguined flood;
Then held that proclamation high in sight
Before his fratricidal countrymen,—
“Freedom henceforth throughout the land for all,”—
And sealed the instrument with his own blood,
Bowing his mighty strength for slavery's fall;
Whilst thou, stanch friend of largest liberty,
Survived,—its ruin and our peace to see.
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