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Frances Ellen Watkins Harper (Фрэнсис Харпер)


President Lincoln's Proclamation of Freedom


IT shall flash through coming ages;
    It shall light the distant years;
And eyes now dim with sorrow
    Shall be clearer through their tears.

It shall flush the mountain ranges;
    And the valleys shall grow bright;
It shall bathe the hills in radiance,
    And crown their brows with light.

It shall flood with golden splendor
    All the huts of Caroline,
And the sun-kissed brow of labor
    With lustre new shall shine.

It shall gild the gloomy prison,
    Darken'd by the nation's crime,
Where the dumb and patient millions
    Wait the better coming time.

By the light that gilds their prison,
    They shall seize its mould'ring key,
And the bolts and bars shall vibrate
    With the triumphs of the free.

Like the dim and ancient chaos,
    Shrinking from the dawn of light,
Oppression, grim and hoary,
    Shall cower at the sight.

And her spawn of lies and malice
    Shall grovel in the dust,
While joy shall thrill the bosoms
    Of the merciful and just.

Though the morning seemed to linger
    O'er the hill-tops far away,
Now the shadows bear the promise
    Of the quickly coming day.

Soon the mists and murky shadows
    Shall be fringed with crimson light,
And the glorious dawn of freedom
    Break refulgent on the sight.



Frances Ellen Watkins Harper's other poems:
  1. A Double Standard
  2. Bury Me in a Free Land
  3. Eliza Harris
  4. Learning to Read
  5. The Slave Mother


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