VOICE of a people suffering long, The pathos of their mournful song, The sorrow of their night of wrong! Their cry like that which Israel gave, A prayer for one to guide and save, Like Moses by the Red Sea's wave! The stern accord her timbrel lent To Miriam's note of triumph sent O'er Egypt's sunken armament! The tramp that startled camp and town, And shook the walls of slavery down, The spectral march of old John Brown! The storm that swept through battle-days, The triumph after long delays, The bondmen giving God the praise! Voice of a ransomed race, sing on Till Freedom's every right is won, And slavery's every wrong undone! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS BIRDS by NESTA HIGGINSON SKRINE HE REMEMBERS FORGOTTEN BEAUTY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS LOST ART by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THREE THINGS by JOSEPH AUSLANDER LITTLE JOHN AND THE RED FRIAR; A LAY OF SHERWOOD by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN SABBATH HYMN ON THE MOUNTAINS by JOHN STUART BLACKIE A WATERPIECE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE THREE SAD SHEPPARDESSES, GOE TO A LITTLE TABLE, WHERE THEY SINGE by ELIZABETH BRACKLEY |