Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1851-02-22
From the National A. S. Standard.
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1T JAMRs RUSSELL LOWELL.

Praisest Law, friends We, too, love it much as
they that love it best;
'Tis the deep, august foundation, whereon Peace
and Justice rest
On the rock primeval, hidden in the Past its
bases be,
Block by block, the ondcayoring Ages bull. it
up to what VIC see.
But dig down the Old unbury thou shalt find
on every stone
That each Age hath carved the symbol Of what
god to them was known;
Ugly shapes and british sometimes, but the
fairest that they knew;
II their sight were dim and carthward, yet their
hope and aim were true.
Surely as the unconscious needle feels the far-of
lode-star draw,
So strives every gracious nature to at-ono itself
with law,
And the elder Saints and sages laid their pious
framework right
By theocratic instinct covered from the pso-
pies sight.
As their gods werc, so their laws wero Thor
the strong could ricvc and steal,
SO through many peaceful inlet tore the Norse-
mans eager keel;
But a new law came when Christ came, and not
blameless as before
Can VIC. paying him our lip-hthss, give our
lives and faiths to Thori
.I<3v Is holy: aye, but what Lawi Il there
nothing more divine 'f .rfll M .lili ID.
Thin the patched up broils of Congress
full of meat and vino .sr'ilh rrr .r
Is there, say you. nothing hishcri Nsught,
God save us, that transccnds ....pt,
Law OF Cotton texture, woye by vulgar men for
'"sN s'NS lstsull a4 eal ~
Did Jehovah ask their counsel, or submit to
them plan,
Ere he hllcd with loves, hopes, longings, this
aspiring heart of mani
For their cdict docs the soul wait, ere IL swing
round tow'rd the pole f
OF the true the free. the God-willsd, all that
makes it be a souli u rf
Law is holy; but not your law, ys who keep
the tablets whole
While yo dash tho Law to pieces, shatter it in
life and soul;
Bearing up the Ark is lightsome, golden Apis
hid within,
While we Levites share the offerings, richer by
the peoples sin.
Give to Crssr what il Crsar'si yea, but tell
me, if you can. .l. ,Hi.
Is this supsracription Csssrs. here upon our
brother man lusl t.HY
Is not here some others image, dark and sullisd
though il be,
In this fcllow-sOul that worships, struggles God
ward even as wei
1t was not to such future that the AayAower's
PROV was turned,
Not to such faith the martyrs clung, exulting
as they burned,
Not by such laws are men fashioned, earnest,
simple, valiant, great
In the household virtues wheroon rests the un-
conquerable State.
An, there is a higher gospel, overhead the God
roof springs, ~ t..t
And each glad obedient planet like golden
shuttle sings
Through tho web which Tine is weaving in his
nevor-resting loom,
Weaving seasons many-colored, bringing pro-
phecy TO doom.
Think you Truth farthing rushlight, to be
pinched out when you will
With your deit official fingers, and your politi-
clans skillii
Is your God wooden fetish, to be hidden out
of sight, Ht
That his block eyes may not see you do the thing
that is not rghti
But the Destinies think not so to their judg-
ment-chamber lone
Comes no noise of popular clamor, there Fame's
trumpet is not blown;
Your majorities they reck not-that you grant,
but then you say
That you differ from them somewhat-which is
stronger, you or theyf
Patient are they as the insects that build islands
in the deep;
They hurl not the bolted thunder, but their a.
lent way they keep;
Where they have been, chat we know; where
Empires lowered that were not just,
10 the skulking wildfox scratches in little
heap of dust. art
Agood sermon is like kiss. II requires
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