THE GRANGER S POLITICS, 445 



CHAPTEE XXXII. 



SELECTED POETRY FOR THE GRANGE. 

 THE GRANGER S POLITICS. 



&quot; Peace on earth, and good will to men.&quot; 



The word of the Lord by night, 

 To the watching pilgrims came, 

 As they sat by the sea-side, 



And filled their hearts with flame. 



God said, I am tired of kings, ^_ 



I suffer them no more; 

 Up to my ear the morning brings 



The outrage of the poor. 



Think ye I made this ball 



A field of havoc and war, 

 Where tyrants great and tyrants small 



Might harry the weak and poor ? 

 If 



My angel, his name is Freedom, 



Choose him to be your king; 

 He shall cut pathways east and west, 



And fend you with his wing. 



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. 



divide my goods; 

 Call in the wretch and slave; 

 None shall rule but the humble, 

 And none but toil shall have. 



I will have never a noble, 



No lineage counted great; 

 Fishers and choppers and plowmen 



Shall constitute a State. 



Go cut down trees in the forest, 

 And trim the straightest boughs; 



Cut down trees in the forest, 

 And build me a wooden house. 



Call the people together; 



The young men and the sires, 

 The reaper from the harvest field, 



Hireling, and him that hires. 



*From the Ode, and Boston Hymn. By R. W. Emerson, 



