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 THE GENIUS 
 
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 ENIUS Or I&MEHICAN ^IBEKTY. ^ 
 
 PROEM. 
 
 STERN Fusterer of Freedom, stooping down 
 
 So grandly from the summit of thy mountains ! 
 But crimson spots are on thy radiant crown, 
 
 And their dark shadow stains thy silvery fountains. 
 Not such wert tliou described in early pages, 
 Thy strong wing sunny with the Golden Ages. 
 Wash, and be clean ; then soar, sublime, above, 
 Thy brave heart sanctified and warmed by Love 
 Still looking outward from thy forest bower, 
 With all the Eagle's majesty and power 
 Still stretching upward, with a straining pinion, 
 Unto an Angel's glory and dominion! 
 Be thy bright plumage over Earth unfurled ! 
 Fold thy protecting wings around the world ! 
 
 
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 HE sat on the mast of the Mayflower ; 
 
 She perched in the white, wintry wood ; 
 And as the bold bark bore inland, 
 On a crag of the cliff she stood ; 
 And she heard the Pilgrims' paean 
 
 Over the wild waves roll: 
 " Shout unto God thanksgiving, 
 
 For Liberty of Soul ! " 
 And waving wood, and heaving main, 
 Sang, as they caught the loud refrain, 
 " To Liberty of Soul ! " 
 

 
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 She lit up the flaming Gaspee a 
 
 By the wild Narragansett shore ; 
 And the Tyrant's Tea, at Boston, 
 
 To the gulfing wave she bore. 
 She stood by. PATRICK HENRY, 
 
 And winged his burning breath. 
 When he cried out " Give me Liberty. 
 
 O God ! or give me deatli ! " 
 That word was borne on banners high : 
 For still our Country's charging cry 
 Is "Liberty or death!" 
 
 And when the Patriot Sages, 
 By the old, retiring Night, 
 Held up their glorious Charter 
 
 In the new and wondrous light, 
 Thrones shook, and Despots trembled. 
 
 As if their bolts would sever ; 
 When came the stooping Eagle, 
 
 To watch that bold endeavor, 
 Crying aloud, with stirring stress, 
 "Life, Liberty, and Happiness 
 
 Are Human Eights forever ! " 
 
 She stood on the summit of Bunker, 
 
 "When the storm of battle awoke, 
 And the shock of the thundering cannon 
 
 From the cloud of the onset broke ; 
 And she cried, with a din that sounded 
 
 Above the battle's breath, 
 " Press on, ye noble Warriors ! 
 
 To victory or death!" 
 Then sharply rang the clashing steel 
 With armed hoof and armed heel, 
 "To victory or death!" 
 
A ME E 1C AN LIBERTY. 
 
 She stooped in tlie clone! over Yorktown, 
 
 When the Foes of Freedom failed, 
 And before onr glorious Leader 
 The brave COKNWALLIS paled; 
 And she heard, in the roll of the ocean. 
 
 The song of the woodland bowers, 
 And the throb of the rock-ribbed mountains, 
 
 " Freedom for ns and ours ! " 
 Then high her starry banner swung, 
 And far the thrilling chorus rung, 
 
 " Freedom for us and ours ! " 
 
 Then hand in hand close clasping, 
 
 Our conquering Fathers stood, 
 Strong in the sacred Union 
 
 So sealed with patriot blood; 
 Deep in the earth they planted 
 
 A fair and goodly Tree, 
 To grow with the growing ages, 
 
 A shelter for the Free; 
 And there, to watch, and wait, and rest, 
 The Eagle came and made her nest, 
 
 In the Tree of Liberty. 
 
 Strong grew the spreading branches; 
 
 The Oppressed of every Land 
 Flocked to our shore by thousands, 
 
 In many a woful band! 
 The good Earth gave her treasures, 
 
 And the lax hands grew strong; 
 And minds,' deformed and crippled 
 
 In the long arrear of Wrong, 
 Came out of the deep dark, to be 
 Intelligent, enlightened, free 
 
 From Tyrants, bold and strong. 
 
THE GEN ITS OF 
 
 With a full self-possession, 
 
 The conscious Man awoke; 
 And there went forth from his presence 
 
 New power, with every stroke; 
 His shining ax, fast swinging, 
 
 In the forest deep and wide, 
 Called forth the latent village, 
 
 In its beauty and its pride; 
 And while, amid the bowering green, 
 The school-house and the church were seen, 
 Where woke Life's tuneful tide; 
 
 He drove his piles down deftly 
 
 In the ocean's oozy marge; 
 And the sound of his ringing iron 
 
 Woke turret, tower, and barge; 
 And there, with inspiring Freedom 
 To gladden the classic bower, 
 We focalize the ages 
 
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 In the baptism of an hour ; 
 A truer Science and a nobler Art 
 Enrich the mind and purify the heart, 
 
 With high, immortal power. 
 
 No wilder tales of magic 
 The Orient ever knew, 
 Than concrete all around us, 
 
 Yet tangible and true. 
 Forth walks the great Enchantress, 1 * 
 
 All-opulent in might, 
 And a thousand noble cities 
 
 Stand strong against the light; 
 Then weaves she many million miles 
 Of iron road, to bind their piles 
 
 In union true and tight. 
 
AMERICAN LIBERTY. 
 
 Her Ariel is the Lightning; 
 
 And around the Earth she '11 bind 
 A girdle for his pathway, 
 
 Till his flight outspeeds the wind ; 
 She yokes the snorting Steam-Steed 
 
 To the ponderous iron car, 
 And through the tunneled mountains 
 
 He hears our burdens far; 
 And when her longest trail is done, 
 From Sunset to the Eising Sun, 
 
 We '11 ride away, ha, ha ! 
 
 Fair grew the Tree of Freedom ; 
 
 But a deadly Serpent lay 
 Around the root, close coiling, 
 
 And the Weak he made his prey. 
 His poisonous breath infected 
 
 With its venom all the air, 
 Till its vaporous folds hung heavily 
 
 Around the noxious lair; 
 And, like some fell narcotic flower, 
 It bound the Eagle with its power, 
 
 The while she nestled there. 
 
 Thus, side by side with Freedom, 
 
 An arrant Slave-Power grew; 
 But its strength, its wrong, its danger, 
 
 We never saw or knew. 
 It cracked its cutting scourges, 
 
 Defiant, daring, bold; 
 And at its simple history 
 
 All human blood runs cold : 
 The weeping friends asunder led, 
 The husband's violated bed, 
 
 Are stories true and old. 
 
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 Hard grew the grasping Slave-Power, 
 
 Pushing to outposts d far, 
 Beyond all former limits, 
 
 Its Juggernautic car. 
 The godly Gospel 6 blessed it, 
 
 With a bold, emphatic " Vive ! ? 
 And Law the golden sceptre f 
 
 Held out, and bade it live. 
 Thus honored, in its high estate 
 The blinded Power defied its fate. 
 
 Forever crying, " Give l"s 
 
 It made its own vile statutes 11 
 
 To suit its own vile ends; 
 And learned Judge, and pious Priest, 
 
 Stood fast among its friends. 
 Profaned and helpless Woman 
 
 . Before its. presence fell; 
 And high and holy "Virtue" 
 
 Beheld, and said 't was well 
 (For who might hope or dare to save? 
 The Master owns his chattel-slave) 
 And thus struck' hands with Hell. 
 
 Though strong and bright as Lucifer, 
 
 J.^-mighty it would stand; 
 And, like him, it wrought sedition, 
 
 With suicidal hand. 
 The chain, with deep corroding, 
 
 Though dumb and dark so long, 
 At length reached human bosoms 
 
 With its magnetism strong : 
 The mother's shriek, the virgin's prayer, 
 The dark dethroned Man's despair, 
 
 Found voice to speak their wrong! 
 
 

 AMERICAN LIBERTY 
 
 The ground grew rank beneath it, 
 And the crimson cry was heard; 
 For one true heart with sympathy 
 
 Unto its depths was stirred : 
 The good and brave young LuNDY, 1 
 
 With his simple scrip in hand, 
 Went forth, to print on paper 
 
 THE Sin of this great Land. 
 Alone, unaided, thus he hurled 
 The Truth upon a lying World 
 
 Challenged, and bade it stand. 
 
 With pinion low and drooping, 
 
 Our outcast Eagle fled; 
 For she, like other Traitors, 
 
 Had a price upon her head; 
 But when she saw that Pilgrim, k 
 
 So fed with heavenly light, 
 As, weary and heavy-laden, 
 
 He journeyed through the night, 
 She soared aloft, with daring wing, 
 And woke the Hosts of Heaven, to sing 
 
 Her glory and her might. 
 
 There came forth then, from Bennington, 
 
 The youth we needed most, 
 And power enough within him 
 
 To GARRISON a host ; . 
 And the stooping Eagle knew him, 
 
 As she looked into his eye, 
 And felt a power within it 
 
 Prepared to "do or die." 
 And when all night alone 1 he wrought 
 To clothe with form his fiery Thought, 
 
 The bird of Jove was nigh. 
 
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 The BFELEIGHS woke, and WHITTIEE. 
 
 And BEYANT, brave and strong, 
 And winged with indignation 
 
 Speech, paragraph, and song. 
 Good GEEEITT SMITH and LOVEJOY, 
 
 KOGEES and CASSITJS CLAY, 
 The eloquent young SUMNEE, 
 
 With GIDDINGS came, and MAY; 
 Ancl out from every thunderous stroke 
 On giant Wrong, new light awoke, 
 
 That opened a new day. 
 
 The GEIMKES, Slavery's nurselings," 1 
 
 Came, first among the Free; 
 And the noble PHILO-THEA* 
 Stood strong for Liberty; 
 The beautiful young CHAPMANS, 
 
 And the musical SOPHIA, 
 Were firm amid the conflict, 
 
 Braving the fiercest fire; 
 While WENDELL PHILLIPS, eloquent, 
 A tide of strength and courage sent 
 
 To sufferers dark and dire. 
 
 The brave old Poet, PIEEPONT,P 
 
 Whose fame resounds afar, 
 Made the Slaveholder some stanzas 
 For the meddlesome North Star. 
 Amid the world's corruption 
 
 He stood immaculate ; 
 And the HIJTCHINSONS, sweet singers q 
 
 Srom "the Old Granite State," 
 The first fruits of their genius gave, 
 To help the poor despairing slave, 
 
 Invoking happier fate. 
 
 
AMERICAN LIBERTY 
 
 And Afric's sons and daughters 
 
 Among the foremost show, 
 That they who strike for Freedom 
 
 " THEMSELVES MUST GIVE THE BLOW." 
 And they have done it bravely; 
 
 E"o people on the Earth, 
 'Mid conflicts so terrific, 
 
 Have brought such power to birth; 
 And many a grand and glorious name 
 Sheds on the Race the immortal fame 
 Of intellect and worth. 
 
 L'ISLET, AMO, and CAPETEiN, r 
 
 Are names that e'er will stand 
 Among great Men of Learning, 
 
 The elite of every land ; 
 ToussAiNT, 3 the black Napoleon, 
 Rivaled that son of Mars; 
 And the dark-browed Herschel, BANNEKER,* 
 
 "Who walked among the stars, 
 Lives with imperishable names, 
 Whose glorious, constellated fames 
 Shine high above the stars. 
 
 Poor PLACEDE, the young Cuban, u 
 
 Felt with a poet's soul, 
 Till his burden grew too heavy; 
 
 Spurning the base control, 
 He boldly struck for Freedom; 
 
 But ah! it was in vain: 
 With his beauty and his genius, 
 
 He perished in his chain! . 
 Chanting, as unto death he went, 
 With heavenward eye, and form unbent, 
 
 A sweet, seraphic strain. v 
 
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 The Orator, black GARNET, w 
 
 With a genuine genius shines ; 
 And WILLIAMS, CRUMMEL, PENNINGTON, 
 
 Are eloquent divines; 
 All these, with BROWN, the scholar, 
 
 Came out from Slavery grim; 
 And yet their brows wear lustre 
 
 That whiter crowns may dim. 
 No marvel that his people boast 
 Of DOUGLASS, in himself a host, 
 
 And cry out, "Who floors him?" 
 
 The Slave-Power clutched its manacles, 
 
 And drove the rivets in, 
 Swearing to make more damnable 
 
 Its foul and fiery sin. 
 It mobbed and murdered LOVEJOY, X 
 And made his press a wreck; 
 Through Boston dragged out GARRISON, 
 
 With a halter round his neck. 
 Unchecked, unchallenged, it came forth, 
 And then went tramping through the North, 
 Bidding us mind its beck. 
 
 It basely struck down SUMNER, 
 
 With murderous intent, 
 And silenced in our Congress 
 The "old man eloquent." y 
 It burned down halls of Learning, 
 
 Broke up and scattered schools ; 
 And the brave young PRUDENCE GRAND ALL" 
 
 It made the prey of fools, 
 Who, blest themselves with liberty, 
 Were so debased, that they could be 
 
 The Slaver's slavish tools! 
 
AMERICAN LIBERTY. 
 
 Armed with flint, and shod with iron, 
 
 Forth it trampled in its pride, 
 Spreading death and desolation 
 
 Through our borders, far and wide, 
 Doing deeds whose bare rehearsal 
 
 Seems the savag'est of tales. 
 Still more bold and overbearing, 
 
 It attacked and robbed our mails, 
 All faith and public honor spurning! 
 Behold our private letters burning, 
 
 Lit by infernal gales! 
 
 With their cotton, and their sugar, 
 
 For a mote in either eye, 
 No wonder an unwelcome truth 
 
 Sholild, sometimes, show awry; 
 And that engrossing color, 
 
 Which we have known as White, 
 Should, looking from between them, 
 
 Make Wrong seem fair as Eight- 
 Its high prerogative a deadly ban, 
 Poor human beings to unsex, unman, 
 And plunge in endless night. 
 
 The patronizing Slave-Power 
 Fondled a currish Law; aa 
 And the animal, obedient, 
 
 Made haste, and "gave its paw" 
 It turned us all to blood-hounds, 
 
 And led us in its chains, 
 To hjmt the flying fugitive 
 
 Over our own free plains; 
 And all the powers of Church and State bl) 
 Made its decrees as fixed as fate, 
 
 And licked its bloody chains ! 
 
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The Land of our Pilgrim Fathers 
 
 Became one vast SLAVE-PEN; 
 And the Hills of our free IsTew England 
 
 A HUNTING-GROUND FOB MEN; 
 For we were bought with money, 
 
 Though our chain we could not see; 
 And we caught the Slave, not only, 
 
 But WE TRAFFICKED IN THE FREE ! cc 
 
 Yes, we were a guerrilla band, 
 When, from the Slaver's bloody hand, 
 "VVe took the bloody fee. 
 
 The famished and the foot-sore 
 
 Our mercy sought in vain, 
 Till mothers slew their children, dd 
 
 To save them from the chain! 
 Through old, time-honored King Street 
 
 We dragged the preacher, BURNS ; ee 
 Yes, o'er. the very pavement 
 
 Which the blood of ATTUCKS urns ! f f 
 Not unto death, for that were kind; 
 But the deep dark of heart and mind. 
 Where no sweet day-star burns. 
 
 With more than Spartan courage, 
 
 Came forth JOHN BBOWN, the brave, 
 And the first blow struck for Freedom 
 
 The freedom of the Slave ! 
 And the Slaver swaggered hugely, 
 
 And swore it in his song, 
 That HE should die for Treason 
 
 Yes, TREASON A&AINST WRONG! 
 But hosts of angels round him hung, 
 Shouting aloud, as off he swung : 
 
 " Good heart ! great heart ! be strong ! " 
 
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 He sleeps in his mountain fastness, 
 
 Where the blue-bird earliest sings, 
 And the towering Pines make music. 
 
 Like the swoop of an eagle's wings; 
 And there shall the Friends of Freedom 
 
 Gather, with reverent tread, 
 To look on the earth that shelters 
 
 So blandly the brave old head; 
 While the free wind goes sweeping by, 
 And pillared wood, and arching sky, 
 
 Entomb the glorious dead. 
 
 But the North, though so long hooded, 
 
 Could NOT be made a slave; 
 For a sterling heart was in it, 
 
 And it came out true and brave. 
 The sugar, and the cotton-bags, 
 
 Like cobwebs dropped away, 
 And on the People's naked eyes 
 
 Fell Truth's most potent ray; 
 Quickened and warm, it woke, to shine 
 Forth from the soul, with light divine 
 
 Life of the fair new day ! 
 
 Like the young god in his cradle,s g 
 
 By serpent foes entwined, 
 Came forth, unto our rescue, 
 
 The FREE, ENLIGHTENED MIND; 
 It grasped the subtle clasper, 
 
 And broke his sinuous tie; 
 Writhing, with savage impotence, 
 
 He gave himself the lie : 
 The Coward COURAGE seemed to show! hh 
 The "MUDSILL" might not ~be so low! 
 
 But blenched that cruel eye! 
 
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 The North awoke so grandly, 
 
 And knew her strength once more, 
 Fired with the quenchless freedom 
 
 She had inhaled of yore ; 
 Though mystified by Leaders, 
 
 A slavish, selfish band, 
 There yet was conscience in her heart, 
 
 And sinew in her hand; 
 From her long lethargy she woke; 
 And, with ten thousand voices, spoke 
 
 Our glorious Native Land. 
 
 And the MAN for this great conflict 
 
 Was living; and he stood 
 Beside his father's cabin 
 
 In the opening of a wood ; 
 So small the corn-clad clearing, 
 
 It seemed all hid away, 
 Like an island, 'mid the ocean 
 
 Of deep green that round it lay. 
 The Eagle came and watched the boy 
 With a far-seeing, prescient joy, 
 As he went forth day by day. 
 
 To wider paths she led him, 
 And higher lessons taught; 
 And she opened for him volumes 
 
 Of deep, unwritten thought. 
 The Stars looked down and blessed him, 
 
 As he boated by the shore, 
 While the solemn cypress shadows 
 
 Fell round, and stretched before; 
 With muscle strong, and spirit free, 
 Thus grew the MAN OF DESTINY, 
 
 As men grew up of yore. 
 
AMERICAN LIBERTY. 
 
 He came forth for an Era, 
 
 That made the Ages wait; 
 And he was duly chosen 
 
 For HIS VICTORY WAS FATE, 
 
 Before him was a purpose 
 
 Unto his heart most dear 
 
 'Tween Scylla and Charybdis 11 
 The Ship of State to steer. 
 
 He never seemed to heed or know 
 
 The praise or blame of friend or foe, 
 But kept his canvas clear. 
 
 The Nations old, King-ridden, 
 
 As they watched the clouded star 
 That crowned our boasted Freedom, 
 
 Laughed bitterly, "Aha!" 
 And they told the slaves around them, 
 
 Whene'er our flag unfurled, 
 That ours, like all Republics, 
 
 Into ruin should be hurled ; 
 And as they answered from afar, 
 The hissing sneer, the bold "Aha!" 
 Went ringing round the world, 
 
 Sneer on, ye owl-eyed prophets! 
 
 Nor seek, as yet, to know 
 The deep and deadly ruin 
 
 That quickens now below 
 All rule all power engrossing 
 
 However high or strong, 
 That fixes its foundations 
 
 On the rotten base of WRONG ! 
 Round RIGHT'S eternal center stand 
 The Nations true, a deathless band, 
 As peopled ages throng! 
 
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 Out from the blossoming forest, 
 
 When the opening year was young, 
 Came forth our glorious Eagle, 
 
 And high in the air she hung, 
 Her keen eye piercing Southward, 
 
 And her talons striking, strong, 
 Into our lifting banner, 
 
 That woke the wondering throng: 
 " Ho ! dastards ! tarry not, nor lag ! 
 Give to the winds our brave old Flag, 
 
 That hath lain idle long!" 
 
 On the verge of the far horizon 
 
 A threatening cloud uploomed ; 
 From the time-worn towers of Sumter 
 
 The cry of " Treason ! " boomed ! 
 Old Hudson, through his Highlands, 
 
 Bore back the sound afar; 
 And, leaping from her parapet, 
 Niagara thundered "War!" 
 Erie to Narragansett spoke; 
 And laughing Minnehaha woke, 
 With one wild cry of "War!" 
 
 Away on the wing of the Lightning, 
 
 And over the vocal wire, 
 Went the weird Herald westward, 
 
 Wrapped in a robe of fire! 
 The Golden Gate swung open, 
 With action true and bold, 
 As California answered 
 
 With men, and arms, and gold; 
 And still the rallying cry rolled on; 
 Nevada heard, and Oregon: 
 
 " Ho ! freedom for our gold ! " 
 
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AMERICAN LIBERTY. 
 
 Over the western Prairies, 
 
 And over the woods of Maine, 
 Went forth our wide- winged Eagle; 
 
 Nor was her flight in vain: 
 " Out from the loom and spindle ! 
 
 Up from the lathe and wheel! 
 Leave the plowshare in the furrow, 
 
 And plant your ground with steel!" 
 Then the young Kansas, listening, cried, 
 And hoarse old Plymouth quick replied, 
 
 " Yes ; plant your ground with steel ! " 
 
 She stood by the marbled Hero, 
 
 When the damning deed was done, kk 
 And the Friends of Right were gathered 
 
 In the shadow of Washington ; 
 And she heard the serried City 
 
 To the distant Cities call: 
 " Up, with your mailed millions ! 
 
 Up, for the Union, all ! " 
 Then rolled along the distant sky 
 A pealing, pealing, pealing cry : 
 
 " For Union stand or fall ! " 
 
 They came with the tread of an earthquake 
 
 The ground beneath them shook; 
 And the loyal thought, and the loyal word. 
 
 To their heart of hearts they took ! 
 Then who shall stand before them, 
 Or break their God-armed van, 
 As they go forth but to conquer, 
 
 For Freedom and for Man? 
 Then lift our time-worn banner high, 
 And wake our ancient battle-cry: 
 "For Freedom and for Man!" 
 
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 Press on, heroic Champions! 
 
 Bear down the traitor band, 
 For home, for wives and children, 
 
 Freedom and Native Land I 
 Keep every soldier's honor, 
 
 As gleaming saber, bright, 
 And cut each clanking fetter 
 
 With the tempered blade of Eight ! 
 On, with stout heart and straining breath, 
 To freedom, victory, or death! 
 
 Charge home ! charge heavy ! charge ! 
 
 Crowned with the golden glory 
 
 That lit the dying day, 
 The gallant ship weighed anchor 
 
 That bore our brave away; 
 Like the silence that heralds earthquakes, 
 Was the stillness that bound us all; 
 For, dumb and benumbed with aching, 
 
 Our hearts were held in thrall; 
 Then from the bannered vessel came 
 A shout, clothed with a breath of flame : 
 " Our country ! stand or fall ! " 
 
 And a thrilling cry made answer, 
 
 That echoed along the bay, 
 As the laden ship moved seaward, 
 
 With the hosts she bore away; 
 Long may the listening Ages 
 
 Wait such another knell n 
 So helpless in its wailing 
 
 So glorious in its swell ! 
 But one wild word from ship and shore 
 The last of friends to meet no more 
 
 "Farewell! farewell! farewell!" 
 
Out on the bannered sunset, 
 
 Tinged with its heavenly hues, 
 Above the ship high soaring, 
 
 The Eagle swift pursues ; 
 And thus o'er the hosts heroic 
 
 She hovered while they slept, 
 As away to the Land of Southrons 
 Their tireless course they kept; 
 And there she decked with laurels brave 
 
 Full many a dark and nameless grave, 
 Where dews of Heaven wept! 
 
 O, never wore the Ages 
 
 Such high, heroic mood; 
 For Giant battled Giant, 
 Titan to Titan stood! 
 It seemed some strange enchantment 
 
 Of fabled Heroes' power, 
 That made the brave Americans 111111 
 
 "Worthy their noble dower: 
 Such History no pen records, 
 Such Eulogy no hero lauds, 
 
 As opened every hour. 
 
 Our men, thank God! were champions 
 
 Of Right's eternal laws; 
 No tongue may tell their sufferings 
 
 For Freedom's holy cause, 
 In the prisons dank and noisome, 
 
 Or fired with scorching light, 
 The bitter thirst and hunger, 
 
 Long day, and hideous night; 
 Snatched from a hard and hating Foe, 
 Happy were they whom Death laid low 
 
 Upon their armor bright! 
 
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 Still our eyes overflow with weeping, 
 
 As we think upon the brave, 
 Who have poured their precious life-blood 
 
 Our own dear Land to save ! 
 Mourn for the brave young ELLSWORTH! 
 
 To his laureled grave we bore him ! 
 He sleeps on his native hill-side, 
 
 With the old Flag waving o'er him : 
 Long as we cherish virtue truth 
 Or love our patriotic youth, 
 
 O, we shall ne'er ignore him ! 
 
 Miles away the cannon thundered 
 
 Miles away the volleys blazed 
 As the long lines of our army 
 
 The Flag of Union raised ; 
 Leagues in length all winding, sweeping 
 
 Through the field and by the wood. 
 Further than the eye could fathom 
 
 One vast wall of brave men stood : 
 Behind, their camp-fires smouldering lay, 
 Where, in the soft declining day, 
 
 The deep death-shadows brood. 
 
 What could they do but conquer, 
 
 With such a force outspread? 
 His bold and dashing Irish boys 
 
 The brave young MEAGHER led; 
 With a wild shout rushing forward, 
 
 And plumage streaming gay, 
 The invincible Khode Island men 
 
 Dashed in the hottest fray; 
 And where such spirits lead the van 
 As PORTER, SPRAGUE, and HEINTZELMAN, 
 
 O, we must win the day! 
 
Wrapped in the fire of battle, 
 
 'Mid boom and blaze they go, 
 Where hide the hovering vapors 
 
 The crimson floods below! 
 On, till the mounting mid-day, 
 
 We have borne back the Foe, 
 While Death's pale harvest thickens 
 
 In the heavy swath below ! 
 But a fresh legion bars our way! 
 We faint! we fail! we lose the day! 
 Woe for our promise! woe! 
 
 A death-defying courage 
 
 Lit the young SPRAGUE'S clear eye: 
 " Come on, my brave Rhode Island boys ! 
 
 We conquer or we die ! " 
 He vainly strove the panic 
 
 Of our .flying men to quell, 
 Till twice a noble courser 
 
 In the fierce onset fell; 
 Then slowly, sadly turned away 
 From the red field where SLOPUM lay 
 
 A blazing, bleeding Hell ! 
 
 Behind lay the roaring River, 
 
 With the yelling Foe before, 
 When gained the gallant BAKER 
 
 That bold, defiant shore; 
 And he, with his hosts intrepid, 
 
 Stood still, and met the shock. 
 With hard, unmoved, flint faces, 
 As they were born of Rock ; 
 Then blazed abroad their latent ire, 
 In one wild stream of battle-fire 
 The Spirit of the Rock ! 
 
For hours the god-like heroes 
 
 Held back the furious hosts, 
 Strewing the earth with bodies, 
 
 Filling the air with ghosts ; 
 And still, above the tumult, 
 
 Rang BAKER'S charging cry: 
 "Forward, my Californians ! 
 
 Let the poor coward fly! 
 Into the thickest hottest come 
 And for the homes we love strike home! 
 
 Who shall dare say die?" 
 
 No coward voice cried "Quarter!" 
 
 No white flag floated by; 
 But high, heroic madness 
 
 Illumined every eye! 
 Firm stood our brave Leonidas 
 
 Amid his Spartan band, 
 Still shouting charging cheering : 
 
 "Freedom and Native Land!" 
 And never struck for Liberty, 
 Upon the old Thermopylae, 
 
 A braver Spartan band! 
 
 The gallant crest of BAKER 
 
 A proud defiance wore; 
 But, the mark of many a foeman, 
 
 He fell, to rise no more! 
 That noble brow lies lowly 
 
 Upon the crimson mold; 
 Hushed is the voice all-eloquent; 
 
 The generous heart is cold! 
 But, winged with eehoes, rich and clear, 
 That matchless voice we still shall hear, 
 
 Through ages yet untold. 
 

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 AMERICAN LIBERTY. 
 
 Slack hung the shroud of midnight, 
 
 The woods and waters o'er, 
 As five dark forms crept slowly 
 
 By the old Ohio shore. 
 The weird Winds, shrieking wildly, 
 
 The leafless tree-tops tore, 
 While the roll of the rapid River 
 Went up with a sullen roar. 
 But hark! above the sleet and rain 
 The iron tempest wakes amain ! 
 Torpedoes burst before! 
 
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 Near and nearer crept the gunboats, 
 Wrapped at first in friendly haze! 
 Nearer, till exploding cannon 
 
 Set the sulphurous air ablaze ! 
 Pointed well, and manned so bravely, 
 
 Every gun made sure its hold, 
 Till the fell response was slackened 
 
 By our cannonaders bold. 
 "Another gun is thrown* at large! 
 Cheerly, my brave men! cheerly charge! 
 
 The fiery shroud unfold!" 
 
 Thus stood, with shout and cheering, 
 
 A youth, all fair and brave, 
 When from the sea of Battle 
 Rolled forth an iron wave! 
 With deeds of death on-sweeping, 
 
 It shot across our ken; 
 And the beautiful Boy BEiTTAN nn 
 
 May never rise again ! 
 For on his country's altar, rife 
 With crimson gifts, his fair young life 
 
 Was made an offering then ! 
 
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 THE GENIUS OF 
 
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 Is this the blue-eyed baby 
 
 I 've dandled on my knee, 
 Crushed in this frightful carnage, 
 
 So horrible to see? 
 A fountain of manly courage 
 
 Lay deep in his tender breast, 
 And his flaxen locks were folded 
 
 With a hero's shining crest ! 
 He passed away, as he gave, the while, 
 A ringing cheer and a loving smile, 
 
 To gild his fair Southwest ! 
 
 On the blood-field of Chantilly 
 
 Our gallant STEVENS fell, 
 His death-cold fingers clasping 
 The Flag he loved so well! 
 Shrouded by the sheeted lightning, 
 
 On the same ground KEAENY lay, 
 While a strange knell the solemn thunder 
 
 Pealed over their cold clay! 
 The storm above the storm below 
 Witli one terrific interflow, 
 
 Together rolled away ! 
 
 Came forth the noble SEDGWICK, 
 
 And BAYARD left his bride, 
 To serve their suffering country, 
 
 Whatever might betide; 
 McPnERsoN, WALLACE, WADSWORTH, 
 
 Fell, challenging the Foe, 
 While SUMNER, LANDER, LYON, 
 
 In Death's red ranks lay low 
 All great and glorious, starry names, 
 Lit with the high, the immortal fames 
 
 That were not born to die! 
 
AMERICAN LIBERTY. 
 
 
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 Nor from the roll of heroes 
 
 Can we with honor go, 
 Without a passing tribute 
 To the brave young CHARLIE SNOW! 
 With a heart broad as his country, 
 
 And a mind as deep and high 
 As the arch that first bent o'er him 
 
 In his native Kockland sky; 
 We read but rarely such a name, 
 So lustrous in its early fame, 
 
 And aspiration high. 
 
 With a will to do brave service, 
 He went forth from the band 
 Of home-loves, nerved to suffer 
 
 For his struggling, suffering Land. 
 Like a young god glad and glorious 
 
 He stood, in that parting dire, 
 With his eagle eye uplighted 
 
 With patriotic fire ! 
 But from the old, familiar door 
 He went away, and came no more: 
 
 Yet still his word is, "HIGHER!" 
 
 And men of Light and Learning 
 
 Amid our forces fell: 
 MITCHELL, and WILKES; and WINTHROP, 
 
 Leave names to cherish well 
 And praise, with heads uncovered, 
 
 With reverent, loving thought 
 Of all the immortal beauty 
 
 That with their lives was wrought; 
 Their presence from us ne'er departs; 
 We take unto our heart of hearts 
 
 The lessons which they taught. 
 
THE GENIUS OF 
 
 But the space of ponderous volumes, 
 
 Filling, swelling, flying fast, 
 Teeming with a thousand Epics, 
 
 Would require a theme so vast. 
 Every man becomes a hero, 
 
 When for Liberty he draws; 
 And our Foes had skill and courage 
 
 Worthy of a better cause: 
 They yet shall give, with heart and hand, 
 Their strength unto our common Land, 
 And aid our common cause. 
 
 On your brows, heroic WOMEN! 
 We the crown of virtue set; 
 At the Hospital or Fireside, 
 
 Bravely still your work ye met. 
 Who can know its strength its pureness? 
 
 Who can measure all its power, 
 Save the Suffering ye have cherished 
 
 In the agonizing hour? 
 Weave and wear your crowns immortal, 
 And, in passing Death's dark portal, 
 
 Claim your glorious dower! 
 
 Shall our hard-handed Freedom, 
 
 With its all-grasping Toil, 
 Drive from beyond our borders 
 
 The Princes of the Soil? 
 Room for the hapless Indian 
 
 To flourish by our side, 
 And reach the grand proportions 
 
 His fate has yet denied! 
 Cherish unfold the Forest Braves, 
 The while an Equal Freedom waves 
 
 O'er all our country wide! 
 
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 Now our weeping hearts are joyful, 
 
 Thinking sweetly of the Brave 
 Who have poured their precious life-blood, 
 
 Our bleeding Land to save. 
 Now in hosts they gather round us ! 
 
 Say not, then, that they are dead ; 
 For they walk on the wider pathway 
 
 From Earth to Heaven outspread: 
 And thus come forth the brave Immortals, 
 With light illuming Death's dart portals 
 
 Around each starry head! 
 
 The Eagle led our armies forward, 
 As they crowded rear and van ; 
 And never more heroic hosts 
 Honored the name of Man. 
 The clash of their glittering weapons 
 
 Struck out new sparks of light, 
 That warmed the waking Nation 
 With a truer sense of Right; 
 Then soared the Eagle, far and high, 
 Pouring her bugle through the sky 
 For Honor and for Right! 
 
 She looked through the eye of LINCOLN, 
 
 When the glorious word he gave 
 That woke the dumb and dreaming Man 
 
 In the bosom of the Slave : 
 " Snap off the soul's deep rivet ! 
 
 The fetters fast unbind ! " 
 Then the Four Winds sang together, 
 
 "Freedom for ALL MANKIND!" 
 From shore to shore from main to main- 
 Swept on the world-awaking strain : 
 
 "FREEDOM FOR ALL MANKIND!" 
 
 
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 The inmost heavens burst open 
 
 With Freedom's quenchless fires, 
 As the multitude of Angels 
 
 Smote their responsive lyres: 
 " The human step is forward ; 
 
 Hand, heart, and soul are free ! 
 Lead on the happy Ages 
 
 To higher Liberty!" 
 Through worlds remote the chorus rang. 
 And Heavens and Earths together sang, 
 
 " To higher Liberty ! " 
 
 But when our martyred Chieftain 
 
 .On his bloody bier was borne, 
 
 The World wept, and the Nations 
 
 Came forth, like friends, to mourn ; 
 Then the stooping Eagle softly, 
 
 With her folding plumage, crept 
 Close to the faithful bosom, 
 
 And there her vigils kept; 
 And thus his bright, immortal bays 
 Illumed by Love's divinest rays 
 
 A People's Savior slept.PP 
 
 Up rose our glorious Eagle, 
 With victory on her crest, 
 And the Starry Banner flowing 
 
 Around her pure, white breast ; 
 And she shall still soar upward, 
 
 Her broad wing hovering o'er 
 One BROTHERHOOD or NATIONS 
 
 To Earth's remotest shore! 
 Her strength still grasping truer Right, 
 Her deep eye shedding purer light, 
 
 Forever, ever more! 
 
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 NOTE a. The burning of His Majesty's schooner Gaspee, by a company of citi- 
 zens from Providence, R. I., June 8, 1772, was a bold and daring measure ; and in 
 the wounding of Lieutenant Duddington, her commander, was spilt the first blood 
 of the Revolution. 
 
 b. Freedom is the great wonder-worker of the world. 
 
 c. The Serpent, which signifies wisdom, is, allegorically, always a male ; but 
 there is a special propriety in making our Eagle of the opposite sex, as the female 
 of that race is much the largest and noblest bird. 
 
 d. See History of Repeal of the Missouri Compromise, and all the consequent 
 aggressions. 
 
 e. The Church, as a general thing, everywhere sustained and represented the 
 Slave Power. 
 
 f. In the famous Dred Scott case, there were only two dissenting voices, to a 
 decision that swept away the last hope of the Slave, and disfranchised forever all 
 persons haying any African blood in their veins. These were Chief Justice Mc- 
 Lean of Ohio, and Judge Curtis of Massachusetts ; and they had to inform the 
 Court that the Slave is not a mere chattel, but a MAN with a LIVING SOUL. 
 
 g. The "Daughter of the Horse-leech." See Prov., 30 ch. 15 v. 
 
 h. See the Local Laws of the South, which were made national In the Fugitive 
 Slave Bill. 
 
 i and k. To Benjamin Lundy belongs the immortal honor of having opened, 
 alone and unaided, the second great campaign against Slavery. He commenced 
 the publication of the Genius of Universal Emancipation with only six subscribers. 
 He was without materials, ignorant of printing, and obliged to have his work 
 done twenty miles from home. This journey he frequently made on foot, return- 
 ing with his edition on his back. 
 
 1. Garrison, like Lundy, after having done his day's work as a journeyman 
 printer, had to work for his own paper late into the night. 
 
 .m. Sarah and Angelina, daughters of Judge Grimke, of Charleston, S. C., libe- 
 rated their slaves, came North, and were distinguished leaders in the first out- 
 break of Anti-Slavery. Sarah, in her " Appeal to American Women," says : " I 
 was nursed in the lap and dandled on the knees of Slavery." 
 
 n, Mrs. L. Maria Child, who for a long time was almost the only popular 
 writer that dared so much as question the Slave Power. 
 
 o. Mrs. Little, of Newport, a sweet writer and devoted friend of the Slave. 
 
 p. 1 ' The Slaveholders' Address to the North Star," by Pierpont, has the richest 
 and sweetest hunjor of any satire ever written. 
 
 q. The Hutchinson Family were well known as devoted Abolitionists. Having 
 obtained permission of the Secretary of War to visit the camp across the Potomac, 
 to cheer the poor soldiers with their sweet songs, they did so with great apparent 
 comfort and good-will. But something like anti-slavery caught the ear of an 
 officer, and the pass was revoked. This little incident gives about the true meas- 
 ure of American Liberty recognized so late as 1861, at least by the dominant 
 classes. 
 
 r. Geoffrey L'Islet, Anthony William Amo, and J. E. J. Capetein, the first a 
 Mulatto, and the two last Negroes from Africa, were men of comprehensive minds, 
 and VEKY GREAT LEARNING. " Geoffrey L'Islet was a Mulatto and an officer in the 
 Russian Artillery. His meteorological observations were so highly esteemed that 
 he was made a corresponding member of the French Academy of Sciences. He 
 was well versed in Botany, Natural Philosophy, and Geology. Anthony William 
 Amo, an African from the Coast of Guinea, was well acquainted with Astronomy, 
 and spoke the Latin, Hebrew, Greek, French, Dutch, and German languages. He 
 took the degree of Doctor of Philosophy in the University of Wirtemberg, and 
 WE s as highly esteemed for his integrity as his learning. J. E. J. Capetein, who 
 ws s brought from Africa when seven years old. was equally distinguished. He 
 understood the Hebrew, Latin, Greek and Chaldaic languages, had talent as a 
 painter, and wrote Latin verses. 
 
 

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 tiuau, a youii^ \^uuaii tuave, was aimusi equal 111 i, r ui 
 might be mentioned, and among them the noted Phillis Wheatley, who has left a 
 volume of very creditable poems, produced at a time when a female writer in any 
 
 s. Toussaint was one of the greatest Generals of the age. His genius was at 
 least grand enough to excite the envy of Napoleon, who cruelly and treacherously 
 murdered him, by a protracted confinement in the submerged prison of Joux. 
 
 t. Benjamin Banneker, a colored man of Maryland, made great attainments in 
 Astronomy. He calculated an almanac for four different years, which attracted 
 the attention of Fox, Pitt, and other distinguished men of the time. 
 
 u and v. Placido, a young Cuban Slave, had very great natural poetic genius. 
 He was executed with ten others for an attempt to change the political condition 
 of Cuba in favor of his people. On his way to execution he recited an elegiac 
 poem, which has been translated by Mrs. Chapman, of Boston. 
 
 Juan, a young Cuban slave, was almost equal in^geniusjq Placido. Many others 
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 class was a phenomenon. 
 
 Mr. Bell, of San Francisco, has also a fine poetic genius, of which we, and all 
 the friends of his race, may well be proud. 
 
 w. Though Mr. Garnet is a clergyman, yet the distinguishing power of his 
 genius is Oratory. 
 
 x. Rev. Elijah P. Lovejoy was shot by a pro-slavery mob, November 8, 1837. 
 
 y. John Quincy Adams. 
 
 z. Prudence Crandall was mobbed repeatedly, and imprisoned as a malefactor, 
 for opening a boarding-school for colored girls, at Canterbury, Connecticut, in 1831. 
 
 a a. The Fugitive Slave Bill. 
 
 bb. The pro-slavery spirit of the Religious and Political Powers culminated in 
 the incredible wrongs resulting from the above. 
 
 c c. The arrest and detention of Fugitive Slaves became a thriving business ; 
 and it was most unscrupulously conducted. Every Negro, or Mulatto, was, pre- 
 sumptively, a Slave, and was liable to be arrested and imprisoned ; or, in default 
 of a claimant, might be sold to pay his jail fees. 
 
 d d. Margaret, a slave, escaped from Boone county, Kentucky ; on being recap- 
 tured, killed one child, and was in the act of killing two others, when arrested. 
 
 eeand ff. Among the many cases of the arrest and return of Fugitive Slaves, 
 that of Anthony Burns excited great interest and sympathy. He was a preacher 
 of good repute, and a man of far more than ordinary power. When captured he 
 was taken through King street, where Attucks fell on the 5th of March, 1770. 
 This day, which was signalized as the Boston Massacre, was celebrated until afte^ 
 the Declaration of Independence. In the beginning of the outbreak, Crispus 
 Attucks, shouting forth some patriotic sentiment, was shot dead on the spot. Thus 
 the first blood spilt in the Revolution was the blood of a Negro. 
 
 gg. Hercules. 
 
 hh. It is well known that Governor Wise, and his compeers, denominated the 
 Laboring Classes of the North the " mud-sills " of the social fabric ; and the 
 grandest of all their mistakes seems to be, that of believing us to be a nation of 
 cowards. 
 
 ii. Charybdis was a dangerous whirlpool on the coast of Sicily, and Scylla, an- 
 other equally dangerous, opposite, on the coast of Italy. The passage between 
 them was extremely difficult. If any man ever realized this position, it was 
 Abraham Lincoln, when he took the helm as President of the United States. 
 
 kk. The great Indignation meeting at Union Square, New York, in April, 1861, 
 where, in the enthusiasm of the hour, the gigantic statue of Washington seemed 
 to preside. 
 
 1 1. On the departure of the second large ship with soldiers from New York, in 
 the Spring of 1861. 
 
 mm. The siege of Charleston is placed above all military operations by the 
 French Journal de Science Mttitaire, which expressed amazement at the prodigies 
 of valor on both sides. 
 
 nn. Samuel B. Brittan. Jr., a youth of seventeen, private Secretary of Captain 
 Porter a boy of wonderful courage, manliness and beauty was struck by a ball 
 on board the Essex, while in the act of cheering the men at the guns. In his last 
 letter to his mother he says : "If, with my small strength, I can do anything 
 worthy of such a cause, I am determined. Hereafter I may feel more a man, if I 
 shall have assisted in putting down this vile rebellion. 1 ' 
 
 o o. Ensign Charles W. Snow, youngest son of Captain Israel Snow, of Rock- 
 land, Maine, was attached to the United States steamer Arkansas, and died in the 
 hospital, at New Orleans, of yellow fever. He was a remarkably brave, patriotic 
 and precocious youth, and though only twenty-two years of age, had filled com- 
 plicated offices of honor and trust, such as few mature men could sustain. 
 
 p p. The Freed Negroes called Lincoln a Savior ; and many believed that in 
 him had been realized the Second Coming of Christ, with the Universal Year of 
 Jubilee. 
 
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