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boston hymn. read in music hall, january 1, 1863. - Ralph Waldo Emerson, The Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson, vol. 9 (Poems) [1909]

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The Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson, in 12 vols. Fireside Edition (Boston and New York, 1909).

Part of: The Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson, in 12 vols. (Fireside Edition).

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boston hymn.
read in music hall, january 1, 1863.

    • The word of the Lord by night
    • To the watching Pilgrims came,
    • As they sat by the seaside,
    • And filled their hearts with flame.
    • God said, I am tired of kings,
    • I suffer them no more;
    • Up to my ear the morning brings
    • The ontrage of the poor.
    • Think ye I made this ball
    • A field of havoc and war,
    • Where tyrants great and tyrants small
    • Might harry the weak and poor?
    • My angel,—his name is Freedom,—
    • Choose him to be your king;
    • He shall cut pathways east and west
    • And fend you with his wing.
    • Lo! I uncover the land
    • Which I hid of old time in the West,
    • As the sculptor uncovers the statue
    • When he has wrought his best;
    • I show Columbia, of the rocks
    • Which dip their foot in the seas
    • And soar to the air-borne flocks
    • Of clouds and the boreal fleece.
    • I will divide my goods;
    • Call in the wretch and slave:
    • None shall rule but the humble,
    • And none but Toil shall have.
    • I will have never a noble,
    • No lineage counted great;
    • Fishers and choppers and ploughmen
    • Shall constitute a state.
    • Go, cut down trees in the forest
    • And trim the straightest boughs;
    • Cut down trees in the forest
    • And build me a wooden house.
    • Call the people together,
    • The young men and the sires,
    • The digger in the harvest field,
    • Hireling and him that hires;
    • And here in a pine state-house
    • They shall choose men to rule
    • In every needful faculty,
    • In church and state and school.
    • Lo, now! if these poor men
    • Can govern the land and sea
    • And make just laws below the sun,
    • As planets faithful be.
    • And ye shall succor men;
    • 'T is nobleness to serve;
    • Help them who cannot help again:
    • Beware from right to swerve.
    • I break your bonds and masterships,
    • And I unchain the slave:
    • Free be his heart and hand henceforth
    • As wind and wandering wave.
    • I cause from every creature
    • His proper good to flow:
    • As much as he is and doeth,
    • So much he shall bestow.
    • But, laying hands on another
    • To coin his labor and sweat,
    • He goes in pawn to his victim
    • For eternal years in debt.
    • To-day unbind the captive,
    • So only are ye unbound;
    • Lift up a people from the dust,
    • Trump of their rescue, sound!
    • Pay ransom to the owner
    • And fill the bag to the brim.
    • Who is the owner? The slave is owner,
    • And ever was. Pay him.
    • O North! give him beauty for rags,
    • And honor, O South! for his shame;
    • Nevada! coin thy golden crags
    • With Freedom's image and name.
    • Up! and the dusky race
    • That sat in darkness long,—
    • Be swift their feet as antelopes,
    • And as behemoth strong.
    • Come, East and West and North,
    • By races, as snow-flakes,
    • And carry my purpose forth,
    • Which neither halts nor shakes.
    • My will fulfilled shall be,
    • For, in daylight or in dark,
    • My thunderbolt has eyes to see
    • His way home to the mark.