John Greenleaf Whittier Poems

CONDUCTOR BRADLEY, (always may his name
Be said with reverence!) as the swift doom came,
Smitten to death, a crushed and mangled frame,
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How bland and sweet the greeting of this breeze
To him who flies
From crowded street and red wall's weary gleam,
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He has done the work of a true man,--
Crown him, honor him, love him.
Weep, over him, tears of woman,
Stoop manliest brows above him!
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We had been wandering for many days
Through the rough northern country. We had seen
The sunset, with its bars of purple cloud,
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I.
FRIENDof the Slave, and yet the friend of all;
Lover of peace, yet ever foremost when
The need of battling Freedom called for men
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The tree of Faith its bare, dry boughs must shed
That nearer heaven the living ones may climb;
The false must fail, though from our shores of time
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We praise not now the poet's art,
The rounded beauty of his song;
Who weighs him from his life apart
Must do his nobler nature wrong.
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Once more, O Mountains of the North, unveil
Your brows, and lay your cloudy mantles by
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OH, none in all the world before
Were ever glad as we!
We're free on Carolina's shore,
We're all at home and free.
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MADDENED by Earth's wrong and evil,
'Lord!' I cried in sudden ire,
'From Thy right hand, clothed with thunder,
Shake the bolted fire!
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