To Henry Lincoln Johnson⁠—Lawyer

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To Henry Lincoln Johnson⁠—Lawyer

Quite firmly did you stand, and unafraid

Before that haughty bar that sought to hold

You fettered, lest you strengthen and grow bold

To break a clearing through that fetid glade

Which their benighted prejudice had made;

They taunted you with darkling hints of gold,

Preferring you were bought as you had sold,

They weaved their webs like spiders in the shade.

But as a giant in the falling night

Of storm, you forged afore with ruthless tread,

To offer up your heart’s blood in the fight,

Forgetting self, unmindful, unafraid,

Nor pausing until thrice acclaimed the right

To rally in the tents of those you led.