To Charles Sumner
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Title
To Charles Sumner
Description
Thank God! that thou hast spoken
I thought the shadows deepened,
When other hands grew feeble,
Thy words were not soft echoes,
God grant thy words of power
Words earnest, true, and brave:
The lightning of thy lips has smoteThe fetters of the slave.
I thought the shadows deepened,
Round the pathway of the slave,
As one by one his faithful friendsWere dropping in the grave.
When other hands grew feeble,
And loosed their hold on life,
Thy words rang like a clarionFor freedom's noble strife.
Thy words were not soft echoes,
Thy tones no syren song:
They fell as battle-axesUpon our giant throng.
God grant thy words of power
May fall as precious seeds,
That yet shall leaf and blossomIn high and holy deeds.
Creator
Frances Ellen Watkins (Harper)
Source
1:50, p. 1
Date
6.30.1860
Collection
Citation
Frances Ellen Watkins (Harper), “To Charles Sumner,” Periodical Poets, accessed September 19, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/694.
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