FATE DEEP in the man sits fast his fate If he than his groom be better or worse. The Genius from its cloudy throne. Unto the thing so signified; Is the same Genius that creates.' FREEDOM ONCE I wished I might rehearse But by heaving of the breast: Yet, wouldst thou the mountain find Where this deity is shrined, Who gives to seas and sunset skies Blends the starry fates with thine, Counsel not with flesh and blood; Right thou feelest, rush to do.' ODE SUNG IN THE TOWN HALL, CONCORD, JULY 4, 1857 O TENDERLY the haughty day One morn is in the mighty heaven, The cannon booms from town to town, The joy-bells chime their tidings down, For He that flung the broad blue fold One third part of the sky unrolled The men are ripe of Saxon kind United States! the ages plead, Present and Past in under-song,- For sea and land don't understand, Nor skies without a frown See rights for which the one hand fights Be just at home; then write your scroll A ferry of the free. And henceforth there shall be no chain, Save underneath the sea The wires shall murmur through the main Sweet songs of liberty. The conscious stars accord above, The waters wild below, And under, through the cable wove, Her fiery errands go. For He that worketh high and wise, Will take the sun out of the skies Ere freedom out of man. BOSTON HYMN READ IN MUSIC HALL, JANUARY 1, 1863 THE word of the Lord by night And filled their hearts with flame. God said, I am tired of kings, Up to my ear the morning brings Think ye I made this ball. A field of havoc and war, Where tyrants great and tyrants small Might harry the weak and poor? My angel, his name is Freedom,— He shall cut pathways east and west Lo! I uncover the land Which I hid of old time in the West, As the sculptor uncovers the statue When he has wrought his best; |