To John Brown

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To John Brown

We lift a song to you across the day

Which bears through travailing the seed you spread

In terror’s morning, flung with fingers red

In blood of tyrants, who debarred the way

To Freedom’s dawning. Hearken to the lay

Chanted by dusky millions, soft and mellow-keyed,

In minor measure, Martyr of the Freed,

A song of memory across the day.

Truth cannot perish though the earth erase

The royal signals, leaving not a trace,

And time still burgeoneth the fertile seed,

Though he is crucified who wrought the deed:

O Alleghanies, fold him to your breast

Until the judgment! Sentinel his rest!