BEARER of Freedom's holy light,
Breaker of Slavery's chain and rod,
The foe of all which pains the sight,
Or wounds the generous ear of God!
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The clouds, which rise with thunder, slake
Our thirsty souls with rain;
The blow most dreaded falls to break
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TO WILLIAM BRADFORD.
As they who watch by sick-beds find relief
Unwittingly from the great stress of grief
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Another hand is beckoning us,
Another call is given;
And glows once more with Angel-steps
The path which reaches Heaven.
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WITH a cold and wintry noon-light.
On its roofs and steeples shed,
Shadows weaving with t e sunlight
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GOD bless New Hampshire! from her granite peaks
Once more the voice of Stark and Langdon speaks.
The long-bound vassal of the exulting South
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WRITTEN IN THE ALBUM OF A FRIEND.
On page of thine I cannot trace
The cold and heartless commonplace,
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Speak and tell us, our Ximena, looking northward far away,
O'er the camp of the invaders, o'er the Mexican array,
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I mourn no more my vanished years
Beneath a tender rain,
An April rain of smiles and tears,
My heart is young again.
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FOR DOROTHEA L. DIX.
Stranger and traveller,
Drink freely and bestow
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