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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 6. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 99 (search)
24. the battle autumn of 1862. by John G. Whittier The flags of war like storm-birds fly, The charging trumpets blow; Yet rolls no thunder in the sky, No earthquake strives below. And, calm and patient, Nature keeps Her ancient promise well, Though o'er her bloom and greenness sweeps The battle's breath of hell. And still she walks in golden hours Through harvest-happy farms, And still she wears her fruit and flowers Like jewels on her arms. What means the gladness of the plain, This joy of eve and morn, The mirth that shakes the beard of grain And yellow locks of corn? Ah! eyes may well be full of tears, And hearts with hate are hot; But even-paced come round the years, And Nature changes not. She meets with smiles our bitter grief, With songs our groans of pain; She mocks with tint of flower and leaf The war-field's crimson stain. Still, in the cannon's pause, we hear Her sweet thanksgiving-psalm; Too near to God for doubt or fear, She shares the eternal calm. She knows
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 6. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 170 (search)
50. lines. by J. G. Whittier. Men of the Northland! where's the manly spirit Of the true hearted and the unshackled gone? Sons of old freemen! do we but inherit Their names alone? Is the old Pilgrim spirit quenched within us? Stoops the strong manhood of our souls so low That Mammon's lure or Party's wile can win us To silence now? Now, when our land to ruin's brink is verging, In God's name let us speak while there is time! Now, when the padlocks for our lips are forging, Silence is crime! What! shall we henceforth humbly ask as favors Rights all our own? In madness shall we barter For treacherous peace the freedom nature gave us, God and our charter? Here shall the statesman forge his human fetters, Here the false jurist human rights deny, And in the church their proud and skilled abettors Make truth a lie! Torture the pages of the hallowed Bible, To sanction crime, and robbery, and blood! And, in Oppression's hateful service, libel Both man and God! Shall our New-Engl