MUTTERING "fine upland staple," "prime Sea Island finer," With cotton bales pictured on either retina, "Your pardon!" said State Street to South Carolina; "We feel and acknowledge your laws are diviner Than any promulgated by the thunders of Sinai! Sorely pricked in the sensitive conscience of business We own and repent of our sins of remissness: Our honor we've yielded, our words we have swallowed; And quenching the lights which our forefathers followed, And turning from graves by their memories hallowed, With teeth on ball-cartridge, and finger on trigger, Reserved Boston Notions, and sent back a nigger!" "Get away!" cried the Chivalry, busy a-drumming, And fifing and drilling, and such Quattle-bumming; "With your April-fool slave hunt! Just wait till December Shall see your new Senator stalk through the Chamber, And Puritan heresy prove neither dumb nor Blind in that pestilent Anakim, Sumner!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 99 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE TO THE UNIMPLORED BELOVED by EDWARD SHANKS THE LOST PLEIAD by WILLIAM GILMORE SIMMS SONNET TO MASTER GABRIELL HARVEY, DOCTOR OF LAWES by EDMUND SPENSER IDYLLS OF THE KING: BALIN AND BALAN by ALFRED TENNYSON EPIGRAM: 18. THE ENEMY OF LIFE by THOMAS WYATT SONNET TO BRITAIN by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |