Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE MAUL, by MARY E. NEALY First Line: I saw a boy in a black-jack wood Last Line: Write half of its toil and glory. Subject(s): Emancipation Movement & Proclamation; Lincoln, Abraham (1809-1865); Presidents, United States; Antislavery Movement - United States | ||||||||
THE MAUL I SAW a boy in a black-jack wood, With a tall, lank, awkward "figger," Striking away with his heavy maul, By the side of a young slave "nigger." And he said to himself, "I'll maul away, And cleave a path before me: I'll hew all black-jacks out of my way, Till the Star of Fame shines o'er me." I saw him again on a broad, swift stream, But the maul this time was a paddle; And I watched the tiny rainbows gleam As he made the waves skedaddle. And he said, "I'll paddle away, away, Till space shall flee before me: And yet shall I live to see the day When the Star of Fame shines o'er me." I saw him again with his musty books, A-pondering Coke and Story: And little there was in his homely looks To tell of his future glory. But he said, "I'll master, I know I will, The difficult task before me: I'll maul away through the hard world still, Till the Star of Fame shines o'er me." I saw him again, when he rose to cope, Hand to hand, with the "Western Giant": His eye lit up with a beam of hope, On his sinewy strength reliant. "I'll fight him," he said, "with the maul of Truth, Till he shrink and quail before me; Till he stand abashed in astonished ruth, While the Star of Fame shines o'er me." I saw him again in the White House chair, A-writing the Proclamation: And the pen he used was the heaviest maul In this rail-mauling nation. And he said, "Tis the only way to make The traitors flee before us: While the light it sheds will leave a wake That will shine when the sod grows o'er us." I saw him again but the other night, And he shook my hand in greeting: And little he thought how soon I'd write And tell the world of our meeting. The hand I clasped has swung the maul, And my own has written its story. But never, I ween, could any hand Write half of its toil and glory. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GARRISON by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT WENDELL PHILLIPS by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT THE DEATH OF SLAVERY by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT BOSTON HYMN; READ IN MUSIC HALL, JANUARY 1, 1863 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON FIFTY YEARS (1863-1913) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON WILLIAM LLOYD GARRISON by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL HENRY WARD BEECHER by CHARLES HENRY PHELPS JOHN BROWN OF OSAWATOMIE [OCTOBER 16, 1859] by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN AMERICA by JAMES MONROE WHITFIELD |
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