New-York tribune., 1867-03-21
snren,een hnnared elehtu ,hnt there fell

Seventeen hundred eighty, that there fell
over the bloom and sweet life Of the Spring,
over the fresh earth and the heaven OF noon,
A horror OF great darkness, like the night
In day OF which the Norand sagas tell
The Twilight Of the Gods. The low-hung sky
Was black With Omin0us clouds, save where It's rim
Was f1nged with dull glow, Ike that which Climbs
The crater's sides from the red hell below;
Birds ceased to sing and all the barnyard fowls
Roosted: the cattle at the pasture bars
Lowed, and looked homeward bats on leathern wings
Men prayed and women wept; all ears grew sharp
The HACK sky' that the dreadful face Of Christ
Might look from the rent clouds, not as he looked
loving guest at Bethany, but stern
As Justice and inexorabe Law
Meanwhile in the old state House, dim as ghosts,
Sat the lawgyers Of Connecticut,
Trembling beneath their legislative robes.
at is the Lords Great Day Let MS adjourn
Some said: and then, as If with one accord,
All eyes were turned To Abraham Davenport
lie rose, slow cleaying with his steady voice
The ntOlerable hush. "Ths wen may DC ,..
The Day OF Judgment which the world awaits
But be Il so or not, only know
My present duty, and my Lords command
TO occupy till he come. SO at the post
Where he hath set me in his providence,
choose for one, to meet him face to lace
No faithless servant frightened from my TASK,
But ready when the Lord Of the harvest calls;
And therefore, with all reverence, would say
Let God do his work, we Will sec 10 ouls .,o,, T.,
Bring in the candies" And they brought them IN
Then by the narng lights the Speaker read,
Albeit with husky voice and shaking hands,
An act to amend an act 10 regulate
The shad and alewive fisheries. Whereupon
Wisely and well spake Abraham Davenport,
Straight TO the question: with no nguTes OF speech
Save the ten Arab signs, yet not without
The shTewd dry hulnOr natural 10 the man.
His awe-struck colleagues listening all the wme,
Between the pauses Of his argument
Break from the hollow trumpet of the cloud
And there he stands in memory to this day,
Erect, sclfpolsed, rugged face, half seen
Against the background Of unnatural dark
A witness 10 the ages as they pass,
That simple duty hath no place for fear
In different style is the following strain OF tn
4 A o. nlI Hah
LAUs DEo!
IA, utlENa rUE pvtts pNe THY C0SsTITu
1IoNAL AMENDMENT ABou'HIS6 sIAvtRr
II is donel
Clang OF bell and roar of gun
send the tidngs mp ana down.
How the beliTies rock ana rsei'
How the great guns. peal on peal,
Fling the Joy from town 10 tOwu.
Ring. bells!
Every stroke cNultiDg tells
or the burial hour ~ crime.
Loud and long, that all may hear,
Ring for every listening ear
or Eternity and Time!
Let ms kneel:
Gods ONn voice j. in that peal,
And this spot is holy ground.
Lord forgive u.s. What are We,
That our eyes this glory see,
That ears have heard the sound!
For the Lord
on the whirlwind is abroad
Ia the earthquake he has spoken:
He las smitten with his thunder
The iron wall. asundcr,
And the gates Of brass are broken
Ioud and long
Lift tho old cXultug song;
Sing with Miriam by the sea
lie has east the mighty down;
II0rse ard rider sink and drown
"Ile hath tiiumphed goTlously" "
Did dare.
In uuT agony ~ prayer,
AsL for more than lie has done'
when ever his right hand
over any time or land
Suctchod a. now beneath the sun
How they pale.
Ancient my III aud song and tale,
IT, this wonder of Our days,
when the cruel rod ~ war
Blossoms white with righeous law,
aud the wrath Of man j. praise!
Blotted out
An within and all about
Shall frcsher life begin
Frccr breathe the universe
A. II rolls iis heavy cur~e
On the dead aud buried sih!
1t done
IN the Circuit 81 The sun
Shall the sound thereof 20 forth
II shall bid the sad rejoice,
u .hall give the dumb q voice,
n shall hclt with JOY the eaTth'
Ring aud swing.
Bells uf Jos, ON mornings wing
send the song uf praise abroad.
with a sound of broken chains
Tcll the nation, that He teieus,
Who alone il Lord aud God!
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