MUTTERING "fine upland staple," "prime Sea Island finer," With cotton bales pictured on either retina, "Your pardon!" said State Street to South Carolina; "We feel and acknowledge your laws are diviner Than any promulgated by the thunders of Sinai! Sorely pricked in the sensitive conscience of business We own and repent of our sins of remissness: Our honor we've yielded, our words we have swallowed; And quenching the lights which our forefathers followed, And turning from graves by their memories hallowed, With teeth on ball-cartridge, and finger on trigger, Reserved Boston Notions, and sent back a nigger!" "Get away!" cried the Chivalry, busy a-drumming, And fifing and drilling, and such Quattle-bumming; "With your April-fool slave hunt! Just wait till December Shall see your new Senator stalk through the Chamber, And Puritan heresy prove neither dumb nor Blind in that pestilent Anakim, Sumner!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEED OF LOVING by STRICKLAND GILLILAN HASTE NOT! REST NOT! by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE REUBEN BRIGHT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON WHERE GO THE BOATS? by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON STANZAS TO AN AFFECTIONATE AND PIOUS PARENT, ON THE DEATH OF HER CHILD by BERNARD BARTON THE EMBRYO by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE THREE SAD SHEPPARDESSES, GOE TO A LITTLE TABLE, WHERE THEY SINGE by ELIZABETH BRACKLEY |