Page:Poems written during the progress of the abolition question in the United States.djvu/77

 We thank Thee, Father!—hill and plain Around us wave their fruits once more, And clustered vine, and blossomed grain, Are bending round each cottage door. And peace is here—and hope and love Are round us as a mantle thrown, And unto Thee, supreme above, The knee of prayer is bowed alone. But, Oh, for those, this day can bring, As unto us, no joyful thrill— For those, who, under wing, Are bound in fetters still:— For those to whom Thy living word Of light and love is never given— For those whose ears have never heard The promise and the hope of heaven! For broken heart—and clouded mind, Whereon no human mercies fall— Oh, be thy gracious love inclined, Who, as a father, pitiest all!— And grant, Oh, Father! that the time Of Earth's deliverance may be near, When every land, and tongue, and clime, The message of Thy love shall hear—