John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892). The Poetical Works in Four Volumes. 1892.
Appendix II. Poems Printed in the Life of WhittierThe Quakers are Out
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The buds of our hope have all burst into flowers.
No room for misgiving—no loop-hole of doubt,—
We ’ve heard from the Keystone! The Quakers are out.
The bribe goes a-begging; the fusion won’t stick.
When the Wide-awake lanterns are shining about,
The rogues stay at home, and the true men are out!
Her oil-springs and water won’t fuse into one;
The Dutchman has seasoned with Freedom his kraut,
And slow, late, but certain, the Quakers are out!
Make way for the man with the Patriarch’s name!
Away with misgiving—away with all doubt,
For Lincoln goes in, when the Quakers are out!