Atlanta Exposition Ode

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Atlanta Exposition Ode

“Cast down your bucket where you are,”

From burning sands or Polar star

From where the iceberg rears its head

Or where the kingly palms outspread;

’Mid blackened fields or golden sheaves,

Or foliage green, or autumn leaves,

Come sounds of warning from afar,

“Cast down your bucket where you are.”

What doth it matter if thy years

Have slowly dragged ’mid sighs and tears?

What doth it matter, since thy day

Is brightened now by hope’s bright ray.

The morning star will surely rise,

And Ethiop’s sons with longing eyes

And outstretched hands, will bless the day,

When old things shall have passed away.

Come, comrades, from the East, the West!

Come, bridge the chasm.

It is best.

Come, warm hearts of the sunny South,

And clasp hands with the mighty North.

Rise Afric’s sons and chant with joy,

Good will to all without alloy;

The night of grief has passed away⁠—

On Orient gleams a brighter day.

Say, ye that wore the blue, how sweet

That thus in sympathy we meet,

Our brothers who the gray did love

And martyrs to their cause did prove.

Say, once for all and once again,

That blood no more shall flow in vain;

Say Peace shall brood o’er this fair land

And hearts, for aye, be joined with hand.

Hail! Watchman, from thy lofty height;

Tell us, O tell us of the night?

Will Bethlehem’s Star ere long arise

And point this nation to the skies?

Will paeans ring from land and sea

Fraught with untrammelled liberty

Till Time’s appointed course be run,

And Earth’s millennium be began?

“Cast down your bucket,” let it be

As water flows both full and free!

Let charity, that twice blest boon

Thy watchword be from night to morn.

Let kindness as the dew distil

To friend and foe, alike, good will;

Till sounds the wondrous battle-call,

For all one flag, one flag for all.