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Love ; or Woman's Destiny

A poem in two parts : with other poems

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2. PART II.

LIFE WITHOUT LOVE.

Fifty lustres scarce are over
Since together here they stood—
White men—each a Bible-lover,
Red men—lords of wave and wood.
Fierce as panthers in their passion,
Fleet of foot as leaping deer,
Leading life in wild beast fashion,
Cold alike in love or fear.

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They had spurned God's law of labor,
Stern as stoics stood alone,
Wanting neither home nor neighbor,
The wide Continent their own.
Was it theirs—God's wood and water
Where no good for men they wrought?
Feeding life on brute-life slaughter,
They nor prayed, nor toiled, nor thought.
Love and pity in their nature
Had been dwarfed or forced to die;
Self—proud self, had swelled its stature;
Each man's deity was—“I!”
They had crucified the woman,
Stamped their heel upon her heart;
Wrenched from out their own the human
And—Cain-like—they stood apart

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THE INDIAN WOMAN

In their Upas law which smothers
Woman's heart of love—that when
Indian boys had beat their mothers
They might sit with Indian men!
Thus our fathers found the savage,
Thus his latest brood remain,
Eager still to roam and ravage—
As when lords of wood and plain.
Was it theirs to waste forever?
Theirs to bar the Christian's way?
The Worlds—New and Old—to sever?
God and Nature answered—“Nay!”
On they came—those pale-faced neighbors,
Levelling forests as they trod,
Gaining from their six days' labors
Strength to plant the House of God.

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And the Sabbath day, as hallowed
In the Pilgrim's lore, will live,
Proving that God's laws, if followed,
Peace and place and power give.
Earth has tides like heaving Ocean;
And the New World's tide had come;
'Twas dead matter driven to motion—
'Twas like language to the dumb.
Forest dungeons swayed asunder;
Sunbeams woke earth's prisoned flowers;
Each new day brought forth its wonder—
Years were reckoned but as hours.
But the Red Men hated labor;
Scorned the arts of peaceful life,
Wanted not their pale-faced neighbor,
Loved their lot of savage strife,—

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CHRISTIAN MEN

Freedom, like the eagle soaring
Wheresoe'er the prey is found,—
Battle, like the tempest roaring,
And all earth a hunting ground.
On they came, those many-sided,
Took this New World's tide at flow;
With one hand the plough they guided,
With the other fought the foe;
Gardened earth, and bridged the water
As great rivers were but rills,
While, with Hebrew pride, they scatter
Cattle on a thousand hills.
Toil with art they firmly married,
Law and Liberty made one:
Like strong fortress by storm carried
Christian men their work had done.

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Still the red men fled before them,
Fought and fled—but yielded not,
Never drew our Banner o'er them,
Nor their hunting-grounds forgot.
Heaven-born love and human pity
In their conscience have been slain;
And in forest or in city
Savages they will remain.
See the Indian warrior prancing,
Decked in battle's fierce array,
Painted face, and red eyes glancing
Like a leopard's for the prey;
Eager as to hunter's banquet
On the blood of buffaloes,
Rides he now to deck his blanket
With the scalps of his white foes.

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THE INDIAN

And his fancy frames the story
Of the trophies he may win;
And he shouts his song of glory,
Never dreaming murder Sin!
Spill his blood like poison-water,
Grind his bones your fields to till,
Would the dire avenging slaughter
Crush his pride, or curb his will?
Men of Law, wise statutes framing,
Have they won the savage race?
In his heart the tiger taming?
With us has he found a place?
Men of God, the Gospel preaching,
Have they drawn the Red Man near?
Does he, through their faithful teaching,
Worship God in love and fear?

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Gone! all gone! no heir surviving,—
All who smoked Penn's pipe of peace;
Where Eliot prayed, a few are striving
For a life that soon must cease.
Cease! or let new light, imparted
By the Lord of Light above,
Melt and mould the iron-hearted
To His laws of life and love.
Savage men, the woman scorning,
Will they come to Christ—her Seed?
Not from midnight breaks the morning;
Softened light from heaven must lead.
Send thy Daughter to their daughters!
Send her like a carrier-dove!
As the sea-birds seek the waters,
Indian women seek for love.

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POCAHONTAS

“Wife—my slave!” no softer wooing
Was her Indian lover's tone;
Out-door work—his work she 's doing,
Never taught to do her own.
Never sat her son caressing,
When his savage sire drew nigh,
Nor by kiss bestowed a blessing,
Never sang a lullaby!
We should seek the Indian maiden,
We should pay her holy claim,
Make her wild-wood home an Aïden,
Pocahontas, in thy name:
From thy savage tribe withdrawing
Love light, in their bloody strife,
And thy cruel sire o'erawing,
Thou didst save the Christian's life:

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Then, on our white race bestowing
All thy light of love and truth,
Thou art ours, and we are owing
Christian aid to Indian Youth.
Send thy Daughter in her whiteness;
White in soul, and white of face,
Pure as Gospel star in brightness,
Christ's sweet minister of grace.
She will whisper words of cheering,
She will draw the children nigh;
Who her tender touch is fearing?
Who resist her loving eye?
Hark! she tells her Saviour's story,
Tells it low their souls to stir,
Of His cross, and of His glory,
Of His love for them and her.

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WOMAN'S TEACHING

Woman's heart to theirs appealing,
Warms their dormant hearts to feel,
Moves their minds to meet her feeling,
As the magnet moves the steel.
Sacred truths in simple phrases
Heavenly things will best portray,
As the dew-drops on the daisies
Are the diamonds of the day.
To the light of truth and beauty
Bring the common things of earth;
Cheering hope and faith in duty
Thus in waiting souls have birth.
Man by knowledge wisdom preacheth,
Waking reason to admire;
Through Christ's love the Woman teacheth,
Kindling love as fire doth fire.

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Thus the Indian women listen
To the love the Gospel brings,
And their eyes with soft tears glisten,
Flowing while the lady sings,
Sings the hymn than angels' sweeter,
Braided love divine and human;
Gospel set in simple metre,
Writ by man and sung by woman.
And the heathen clouds that darken
From the savage love Divine
Fade as these poor women hearken—
Till the cradle hymn they join.
Now the Lady—boys creep nigh her,
One red fist in her white palm—
Tells how David smote Golia'h,
Serving God by sword or psalm.

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WOMAN'S TEACHING

Serving God—she pictures Heaven,
“Our Great Father lives above;
“From His love our good is given;
“We must give Him our good love.
“Loving Him, we love each other;
“Little birds in one nest stir,
“Oh! how glad to meet their mother,
“They love God in loving her.
“One young king—a Bible story—
“Solomon in all his pride,
“Crowned, and on his throne of glory,
“Placed his Mother by his side.”
Here the pictured scene displaying
In all rainbow colors fair;
To the boy beside her saying,
“Wouldst thou place thy mother there?”

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Quick as light his eyes are lifting,
Meet her firm but gentle look,
Her white soul his dark soul sifting,
As the sunshine sifts the brook.
Like hot coals his red face flushes,
Love's sweet tears in her eyes stood;
Sudden—as swoln brook outgushes—
Came his answer: “Yes, I would.”
Oh! the flush of sympathizing
Joy that o'er her features stole—
Love Divine was thus baptizing
With its love this heathen soul.
Boys born savage, fighting, roving,
Shaping heaven on earth's poor plans,
Must be loved before they 're loving—
—Mother's love creates the Man's.

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INDIAN WARS

Freemen, holding all men brothers!
Christians, holding God's Word true!
In Christ's faith, and by their Mothers,
Ye the red men can subdue.
Indian wars of fierce endeavor
To destroy the pale-faced race,
History will record, and ever
In our annals theirs have place.
Indian names adorn our glory
On the land and on the wave;
These will live in song and story,
Till our New World finds its grave.
While these living names we cherish
On the war-ship, on the State,
Shall the Indian children perish?
And the women share their fate?

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We make room for every people,
All beneath our flag hold dear;
Faith is free by cross and steeple—
Shall the red race perish here?
Listen!
From our country—heart to border,
Walled by oceans' ebb and flow,
Christian love and patriot ardor
Thunder back the answer—“No!”
War makes warriors, but the hero
Is unveiled when war is done;
Sins make tyrants—Rome made Nero;
God's grace gave us Washington!
Faith in God will give us others
Clothed like him in righteous might,—
Men who, holding all men brothers,
Seek the good and serve the right.

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CHRISTIAN HEROES

Sunlit stars, that falter never,
In their courses these will run,
Leading onward, upward ever
Toward their goal of Washington.
Heroes, following Christ in duty,
Will the Woman's wrongs redress,
Pave her path of faith and beauty
With their works of righteousness.
Let the Woman's weal protected
Be the test of manly worth,
And her goodness, thus reflected
Through the man's, will bless the earth.
Then America, while showing
Power and Peace linked hand in hand,
Will be rich to overflowing
With the best of every land.

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Fifty lustres! On their pages,
Writ by light that Freedom shed
When it burst the dark of ages,
All our Record may be read.
We seek not the fabled fountains
Where the Old World fame is sought;
Here, the power that moves our mountains
Is the Book the white man brought.
From this Holy Bible Charter
Our Republic draws her breath,
And as Leader or as Martyr
Guards the BOOK in life or death.
Would we reach the highest station
By “the Word” our way we prove;
Christ's twin laws for man's Probation
Are Divine and human love.