Collected poems of Henry Thoreau | ||
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THE VESSEL OF LOVE, THE VESSEL OF STATE
The vessel of love, the vessel of state,
Each is ballasted with hate.
Every Congress that we hold
Means the union is dissolved.
Each is ballasted with hate.
Every Congress that we hold
Means the union is dissolved.
But though the south is still enslaved,
By that oath the Union's saved,
For 'tis our love and not our hate
Interests us in their fate.
By that oath the Union's saved,
For 'tis our love and not our hate
Interests us in their fate.
Collected poems of Henry Thoreau | ||