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John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892). The Poetical Works in Four Volumes. 1892.

Anti-Slavery Poems

In the Evil Days

  • This and the four following poems have special reference to that darkest hour in the aggression of slavery which preceded the dawn of a better day, when the conscience of the people was roused to action.


  • THE EVIL days have come, the poor

    Are made a prey;

    Bar up the hospitable door,

    Put out the fire-lights, point no more

    The wanderer’s way.

    For Pity now is crime; the chain

    Which binds our States

    Is melted at her hearth in twain,

    Is rusted by her tears’ soft rain:

    Close up her gates.

    Our Union, like a glacier stirred

    By voice below,

    Or bell of kine, or wing of bird,

    A beggar’s crust, a kindly word

    May overthrow!

    Poor, whispering tremblers! yet we boast

    Our blood and name;

    Bursting its century-bolted frost,

    Each gray cairn on the Northman’s coast

    Cries out for shame!

    Oh for the open firmament,

    The prairie free,

    The desert hillside, cavern-rent,

    The Pawnee’s lodge, the Arab’s tent,

    The Bushman’s tree!

    Than web of Persian loom most rare,

    Or soft divan,

    Better the rough rock, bleak and bare,

    Or hollow tree, which man may share

    With suffering man.

    I hear a voice: “Thus saith the Law,

    Let Love be dumb;

    Clasping her liberal hands in awe,

    Let sweet-lipped Charity withdraw

    From hearth and home.”

    I hear another voice: “The poor

    Are thine to feed;

    Turn not the outcast from thy door,

    Nor give to bonds and wrong once more

    Whom God hath freed.”

    Dear Lord! between that law and Thee

    No choice remains;

    Yet not untrue to man’s decree,

    Though spurning its rewards, is he

    Who bears its pains.

    Not mine Sedition’s trumpet-blast

    And threatening word;

    I read the lesson of the Past,

    That firm endurance wins at last

    More than the sword.

    O clear-eyed Faith, and Patience thou

    So calm and strong!

    Lend strength to weakness, teach us how

    The sleepless eyes of God look through

    This night of wrong!

    1850.