Page:Poems written during the progress of the abolition question in the United States.djvu/28

 When to our cup of trembling The added drop is given— And the long-suspended thunder Falls terribly from Heaven,— When a new and fearful freedom Is proffered of the Lord To the slow-consuming famine— The Pestilence and Sword!— When the refuges of Falsehood Shall be swept away in wrath, And the temple shall be shaken With its idol to the earth,— Shall not thy words of warning Be all remembered then? And thy now unheeded message Burn in the hearts of men? Oppression's hand may scatter Its nettles on thy tomb, And even Christian bosoms Deny thy memory room— For lying lips shall torture Thy mercy into crime, And the slanderer shall flourish As the bay-tree for a time. But, where the South-wind lingers On Carolina's pines— Or, falls the careless sunbeam Down Georgia's golden mines—