Page:Poems written during the progress of the abolition question in the United States.djvu/33

 The parson has turned; for, on charge of his own, Who goeth a warfare, or hunting, along? The politic statesman looks back with a sigh— There is doubt in his heart—there is fear in his eye. Oh! haste, lest that doubting and fear shall prevail, And the head of his steed take the place of his tail. Oh! haste, ere he leave us! for who will ride then, For pleasure or gain, to the hunting of men!