New-York tribune., 1874-06-10
But never yet 70 Hebrew seef
A clearer voice Of duty oamo.


But never yet 70 Hebrew seef
A clearer voice Of duty Game ~
God said Break thou these yokes: undo
Thsss heavy burdens. ordain
A work to last thy whole life through
A ministry Of strife and pain
Foreeo thy dreams Of lettored ease.
Put thou tho scholars promise oy'
The rights OF man are more than these'
He heard, and answered: " Hero am J.
He set his face against the blast
His feet against tho hnty shard'
Till the hard service grew. at last,
It's own exceeding great reward
Tho fixed star of his faith. through all
Loss, doubt and peril. shone tho same
As, through night Of storm. some TALL
Strong lighthouse lifts Its steady hame'
Beyond the dust and smoke he saw
The sheavcs Of freedoms large increase
The holy fanes Of equal law.
The New-Jerusalem Of peace.
No wall was In his voice.-none heard
When treason's stOrm-cloud blackest grew
The weakness OF q doubtful word.
His duty, and tho end. no knew.
The first TO smite, the first TO spare;
When once the hostile ensigns fell.
He stretched out hands OF generous care
To lift the foe no fought so well.
For there was nothing base or small
Or craven In his souls broad plan;
Forgving all things personal,
He hated only wrong to man.
The old traditions OF his State.
The memories Of her great and good.
Took from his life fresher date.
And In himself embodied stood.
How felt the greed OF gold and place.
The yenal crew that schemed and planned
The fine scorn OF that naughty face
The spurning OF that brbeless handI.
II than Rome's tribunes statelior
lie wore bis senatorial robe.
His lofty port was all for her,
The one dear spot on all the globe.
II to the masters plea he gave
The vast contempt his manhood fem
He saw a brother In the slave
With man AZ equal man he deals
Proud was het II his presence kept
Its grandeur whereso'er he trod.
Az II from Piutarch's gallery stepped
The hero and the demi-god.
None failed, at least, TO reach his ear.
Nor want nor woe appealed In yain
The homesick soldier knew his cheer,
And blessed him from his ward OF pain.
Safely his dearest friends may own
The sli ght defects he never hid.
The surface.blemish Ia the stone
OF the tall, stately pyramid.
Suffice it that he never brought .
His conscience to the public mart:
n,,tI Iiya his,xa al truth he taught.
White esouled. ean.handed, pure Of heart
What II he felt the natural prdel
OF power In noble use, too true
With thin humilites to hide
The work ho did, the lore he knew
Was he not justi Was any wronged
By that assured self estimated
He took but what to him belonged,
Unenvious Of another's state.
Well might he heed the words be spake,
And scan with care the written page
Through which ne still shall warm and wake
The hearts Of meu from age to age.
Ahi who shall blame him now because
He solaced thus his hours Of pain
Should not the o'erworn thresher pause
And hold to light his golden grain
No sense OF hunor dropped its OIL
On the hard ways his purpose wenti
Small play Of fancy lightened toll;
He spake alone the thing be meant.
He loved his books. the Art that hints
A beauty vailed behind its own.
The grsver's line, the pencils tints.
The chisePs shape evoked from stone~
He cherished. void OF selfish ends.
The social courtesies that bless
Aud sweeten life, and loved his friends
With most unworldly tenderness.
But still his tired eyes rarely learned
The glad relief by Nature brought:
Her mountain ranges never turned
His current Of persistent thought.
The sea rolled chorus to his speech,
The pfne-grove whispered Of his theme1
where'er he wandered. rock and beach
Were Forum and the Academic.
The sensuous JOY from all things fair
His strenuous bent Of soul represseds
And left from youth to siivered hair
Few hours for pleasure. none for rest.
For all his life was poor without;
oh Nature. make the last amends;
Train all thy flowers his grave about.
Aud make thy singing birds bis friendsl
Revive again. thou Summer rain,
The broken turf upon his bed
Breathe. Summer wind. thy tenderest strain
OF low, sweet music overhead.
Nor cant nor poor solicitudes
Made weak his lifes great arguments
Small leisure his for frames and moods
Who followed duty whore she won't.
The broad. fair fields Of God he saw
Beyond the bigot's narrow bound:
The truths he nodded into law.
In Christ's beatitudes he found.
His state-craft was the Golden Rule.
His right of vote sacred trust;
Clear. over threat and rtdicue.
Ali heard bis challenge; Il 1t Just Z"
And when tho hour supreme had come,
Not for himself thought he gave;
In that last pang OF martyrdom.
His care was for the half-freed slave
Not vsinly dusky hands upbore.
In prayer. tho passing soul TO heaven
Whose mercy TO the suffering poor
Was service to the Master given.
Long shall tho good States annals tell.
Her children's children long be taught.
How, praised or blamed. he guarded we'll