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Stream of my fathers! sweetly stil… The sunset rays thy valley fill; Poured slantwise down the long def… Wave, wood, and spire beneath them… I see the winding Powow fold
A picture memory brings to me I look across the years and see Myself beside my mother’s knee. I feel her gentle hand restrain My selfish moods, and know again
AMIDST thy sacred effigies Of old renown give place, O city, Freedom-loved! to his Whose hand unchained a race. Take the worn frame, that rested n…
THE Quaker of the olden time! How calm and firm and true, Unspotted by its wrong and crime, He walked the dark earth through. The lust of power, the love of gai…
Blossom and greenness, making all The winter birthday tropical, And the plain Quaker parlors gay, Have gone from bracket, stand, and… We saw them fade, and droop, and f…
Is this the land our fathers loved… The freedom which they toiled to w… Is this the soil whereon they move… Are these the graves they slumber… Are we the sons by whom are borne
KNOW’ST thou, O slave-cursed la… How, when the Chian’s cup of guil… Was full to overflow, there came God’s justice in the sword of flam… That, red with slaughter to its hi…
Blest land of Judea! thrice hallo… Where the holiest of memories pilg… In the shade of thy palms, by the… On the hills of thy beauty, my hea… With the eye of a spirit I look o…
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Gallery of sacred pictures manifol… A minster rich in holy effigies, And bearing on entablature and fri… The hieroglyphic oracles of old. Along its transept aureoled martyr…
O storied vale of Merrimac Rejoice through all thy shade and… And from his century’s sleep call… A brave and honored son of thine. Unveil his effigy between
RIGHT in the track where Sherma… Ploughed his red furrow, Out of the narrow cabin, Up from the cellar’s burrow, Gathered the little black people,
As o’er his furrowed fields which… Beneath a coldly dropping sky, Yet chill with winter’s melted sno… The husbandman goes forth to sow, Thus, Freedom, on the bitter blas…
THE tossing spray of Cocheco’s f… Hardened to ice on its rocky wall, As through Dover town in the chil… Three women passed, at the cart-ta… Bared to the waist, for the north…
SECRETARY OF THE BOS… Gone before us, O our brother, To the spirit-land! Vainly look we for another In thy place to stand.