The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1854-08-03
For the National Era.
MIGHT AND RIGHT .
BY EFFIE.

Lo, dreamed, asleep or waiting, for olairvoyan
eyes were mine,
Wide domlnions lay around me- In the midst wal
Freedoms shrine,
AMI the nations camo and wolshipped, In 9 tonpl,
SO divine,
Wearing cloaks, their thoughts revealing subterfu
ges naught copcealing
beheld the incense rising, and heard the deassn
ing roar,
Whole artilIariOs of cIamOr, such braron throat
outpour.
Pcals hOr arches gladly echo, croakitgs that hel
walls ignore,
Cheering, grooming, shouting, svearin2 deeds Of
smoke, and deeds Of daring.
Then tho goddess waved her scspto, and tho pageant
died away;
And the congreg cation answered, "Spsak, thy scr
wants will obey"
" Go and do my viii" said Freedom. Eye who tread
my courts to-day"
Then with steps that did not aser, TUNED they from
her sacred altar.
Der the hills and wales Of labor, FASTENED the dis
pcrsiDg tarong
Each to his own avocstion some with weeping some
with sopg
gins chains along,
Some wero starving. were bleeding, some OF
human hearts were feeding.
He who parted wife and husband, helpless babe and
frantic mother,
Outraged virtue love, and honor scornod the names
Of home and brother,
oitcnest turned him toward the temple, shouted
than any other
Down this dangerous agitation, stihs conscience
cave the nation"
" Freedom! Union !" rent the welkn, and a shrf
and furious blast,
Hoarse, and harsh, end hidcsus, sounded as q giant
striding past,
Shock the Union to its CENTRE trying II its cords
were fast.
What is conscience To the nation Right compared
to legislation
On his broad and massive forehead, traced In burn
ing lines Of fame,
Deep imprinted, wildly garing stood single word,
has name.
Armed with law and sword and trumpet, he viii blow
q blast for fame,
And the world will pause and wonder at the bombasi
Of his thunder.
Ger the helpless and the fallen, Might the 81 ant
strobe along
Framing statutes forging letters rearing prisons large
and strong;
Ringing now a peal for freedom, now for slavery
tong
Leyying now contribution to repair the Consdtution
Oft there met him in his mission one he did not care
to know,
-Ksepor her reproving glancss than The sword Of
deadliest foei
Yet no could not shun the being, whose pure pres
ence moved him So
Then be forged his fettexs stronger louder blew his
trump and longer
Calm and quiet firm and fearless, beautiful beyond
compare,
Wearing her brow credentials that admit her oV-
where;
Right, the priestcss, hsaven-anointod met MIN nero
and followed there,
he who laughed to scorn her greetiag banched with
foar at every meeting
She her high and holy calling heaven appointed win
fulEI,
walking ever with the nations, doing the Great
Fathers will;
Thwarting oft the tyrant's purpose, on returning
good for i'll,
Yet serene and tranquil ever swervipg Rom her path
way, never.
Oh, my pen couldst thou portray her, mingling
with the moving throug,
Whispering courage TO tho fantng, While he battied
with the strong;
Standing stesds,t by the martyr while he faced the
deepest wrong
Victims bowed in bondage soothing, sorrows tnorny
pillow smoothing
Or baplirng with her spirit Libertys apostles all
Hghborn souls, who, wed to duty dare to STAND, or
dare TO FALL.
whom no ridiculc can silence, whom ne danger can
appal-
Fearful odds cannot alarm them, threat or menace
cannot harm them.