Alfred Gibbs Campbell

Though Death now seem triumphant, as he waves
His dreadful banner o'er a world of graves,
And feasts, with ghoulish glee, on broken hearts,
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My dear, true wife,
Life of my life,
And my heart's solace only,
Thou knowest not
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Were death a never-ending sleep,
And the dark grave life's final goal,
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What! boast of Freedon, while ye bind
Three millions of our race in chains,
Whom ye have doomed to every kind
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Hard at their oars the fishers toiled,
But adverse winds their labors foiled;
Torn into shreds, their useless sail
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Thou hast taught us, Lord, that where
Two or three are met for prayer,
Thou wilt certainly be there!
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O god! look down and see
Outraged Humanity
'Neath the Oppressor's rod!
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Whence, O my soul! and wherefore, art thou come?
Mysterious inmost! tell me what art thou?
Where in the by-gone ages was thy home?
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The deep suspense is o'er;
The bloodless battle's past;
Freedom from shore to shore,
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All of us have our ships at sea;
Will they ever reach port, I wonder.
A few may sail in merrily,
But most will the wild waves sunder.
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When on the earth had settled moral night,
And darkness reigned where once shone Sinai's light;
When superstitious rites usurped the place
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Slavery shall not reign for aye,
Though exalted to the sky;
Even now the doom is nigh,
For a just God reigns on high.
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I
Another life from Life's Fountain,
Hath flowed through thy life into being,
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Earth hath no true reality;
Its brightest gems doth time corrode;
Decay is marked on all we see,
And Life is but a weary road,
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Wake not again the cannon's thundrous voice,
Nor to the breeze throw out the stars and stripes;
'Tis not the time to revel and rejoice
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Our Father! when we wake and see
The glories of the morn arise,
And midnight shadows swiftly flee
Before the day-king's opening eyes.
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On Mother Earth's fond bosom I delight to lie,
And gazing on the blue sky's fathomless depths,
Lose consciousness of self among the stars,
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Beneath this mound her hallowed ashes lie;
In this dark grave her weary form reposes,
And all of her which death could cause to die,
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Stars which our banners light,
Shine through oppression's night,
Warning to tyrants and hope to the slave;
Symbol of liberty,
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Eighteen hundred and eighty-two,
Pass along; we have done with you.
Your record is sealed and laid away,
Not to be opened till Judgment-day.
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