The Yazoo City weekly Whig. (Yazoo City, Miss.) 18??-1855, 1853-12-16
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EquaIityl
Dream Of she human hearll Aspiration
iof our racal Man bus followed after thee
from Gle beginning. as the hunted fugitive
follows The north star which guides him in
his flight. And still thy CLEAN is there. in
the far off and still heaven Of the future.
Tranquil and holy Is thy light. Is it mn
approachable?
What has man longed for, if notfor equal
lily? Il is the religion Of humanity Gov
ernments have ever been framed that men
might at last be free and equal. Despotism
and arristracies have ever been regarded as
transitory; as preparers Of the way, as pre-
cursors Of the Messiahnic principle. Pat
riots have armed their hands with the ayeng-
ing steel, because the hope Of the advent Of
equal rights burned vaguely in their souls.
The tyrant bathed in his own blood, free
dom would dawn upon the world. Prophets
have had their divinest raptures in dwelling
upon the full glories of millennial ages,
when Right and Night should lie down in
peace together And the masses! how hope
fully have they gathered around the dema-
gogue whose fluent tongue has promised
them the early fruition Of their dearest hopes
of Justice realized upon the earth; around
the bard who has sung to his glowing harp
the joys of the Age Of Gold; and around
the philosopher who has revealed to them
the harmony of Reason with Happiness, and
the possibility Of Paradise among men.
And when Hope has been laid low in the
ashes Of Disappointment, how tearfully and
submissively have they bent to their sad
fate, and grouped themselves about the
preacher. whose outstretched finger has
pointed to that world where the wicked shall
cease from troubling, where there shall be
neither rich nor poor. great nor small, learn
ed nor unlearned, but where men shall sit
down together in love before God, the maxi
Ell Of them all.
True Poetry! WHAT'S it but the express
sion of the unsatisied longings Of the human
SOUL In the first stages Of each society,
when men have been absorbed by material
pursuits. occupied by the visible and exter-
nal, bards have sung af Pouer; they have
clothed the neck Of the war-horse with
thunder, listened % the quick crush q char.
lot Wheels. and warmed into ecstaoias At lie
clouds of flying javeIins glancing in the
sunbeams, the flash of swords, the noise Of
the battle and the shouting. But when ma
terial obstacles have been overcome, and,
with leisure, men have begun to have high
er joys and feel the full meaning of Free
dom, bards have sung no longer of Power.
but Of Freedom and Equality. Poetry has
lost its trumpet-clanging notes, and exhaled
in signs from the lips It was wrung from
the heart, saddened by sense of human
wrong, as strains murmnr their melody from
the eolian harp. at the touch Of the rude
north wind. Poets sing best when they
search in vain for Freedom and Equality
among men: Orpheus rose to his sublimest
music when he sought fruillessly for Fury
dice in the internal regions.
Look around you, boaster of Equality in
America? Where does it exist? Go to
that day -laborer, aud tell him he is equal
to the mau who rolls by in his cushioned
carriage. Tell the wan-cheeked needlewo-
man she is equal to the rosy Tipped and
bright eyed belle. Tell the hard working
farmer he is equal to the rosy -gilled specu-
lator who lives in palace, makes the grand
tour every summer, and sees the wine Of
Cyprus blushing on his table over the deli
cacies Of all the zones. Tell the operative
that he and his family, in the squalid pow
erty Of their garret with its broken window
panes. are equal to the wealthy employer
who. in the evening, reclines on his sofa,
surrounded by his beautiful daughters, his
manly sons, and their proud mother. Tell
but you cannot, for your heart would feel
the cruel mockery Of our fiction-so pat
riotic and so false-that all the people in
this broad country are free and equal
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