44G SELECTED POETRY FOB THE GRANGE. 



O, North! give him beauty for rags, 

 And honor, O, South! for his shame; 



Nevada! coin thy silver crags 



With Freedom s image and name. 



I cause from every creature 



His proper good to flow; 

 As much as he is, and doeth, 



So much shall he bestow. 



But, laying hands on another, 

 To coin his labor and sweat, 



He goes in pawn to his victim, 

 For eternal years in debt. 



And here, in a pine State-house, 

 They shall choose men to rule 



In every needful faculty, 



In Church, and State, and School, 



The men are ripe of Saxon kind 



To build an equal State 

 To take the statute from the mind, 



And make of duty, fate. 



United States! the ages plead 

 Present and Past in under-song; 



Go, put your creed into your deed, 

 Nor speak with double tongue. 



Be just at home; then write your scroll 



Of honor o er the sea; 

 And bid the broad Atlantic roll 



A ferry of the free. 



And henceforth there shall be no- chain 



Save underneath the sea; 

 And 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, 



Nor pauses in His plan, 

 Will take the sun out of the skies 



Ere freedom out of man. 



