Sumner, the friend of humanity

Oration on Charles Sumner, Addressed to Colored People

Title: Oration on Charles Sumner, Addressed to Colored People Author: Anonymous Release Date: January 7, 2019 [EBook #58645] Language: English Credits: Produced by hekula03, David King, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net. (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive.) Oration On Charles Sumner, Addressed To Colored People. "And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me: Write! Blessed are the dead which die In the Lord! That they may rest from their labors, And their works Do follow them."Rev. xiv., 13. By EVANGELINE. ALBANY: WEED, PARSONS & CO., PRINTERS. 1874. Oration On Charles Sumner, Addressed To Colored People. "And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me: Write! Blessed are the dead which die In the Lord! That they may rest from their labors, And their works Do follow them."Rev. xiv., 13. By EVANGELINE. ALBANY: WEED, PARSONS & CO., PRINTERS. 1874. The nation's heart is sad! Her best beloved son, The great and good! Has winged his flight from earth, And white robed angels Shift the gorgeous scenery of the sky To let his soul pass onward To his God! Who sent his messenger to bid him "Come." Sumner is dead! Oh! many moons must come And many go Ere we be comforted again, Or hush the sighs That follow him up the golden stair, Echoing through all the shining corridors Of heaven, Where our beloved one has gone to rest! Sumner is dead! Oh, sad refrain! In which the teeming earth Doth find a voice, And nature's gentle hands Are laid within the clasping of our own; Stilling the joyous songs of long silent Birds, That no awakening sound disturb our grief! She casts her snow white mantle O'er the whispering grass! And hushes the hasty footfall Of coming spring! Calling to the swift March wind To carry along the golden clouds To waiting angels The mournful tidings of our woe! Sumner is dead! O sad repeating words! That beat upon our hearts Like showers of frozen hail! Melting in tears! That swell the tidal wave of sorrow, Sweeping adown the great Pacific slopes, Rushing along To the sorrowful shores of the broad Atlantic. Sumner is dead! And bitter tears From our sad eyes Doth make us little recompense For his most noble life! Though The nations of the earth rise up to comfort us; The glorious Orient and the kindly Occident Stretch forth their hands To us Across the spaces of the earth! Sumner is dead! And the tears of heaven Are mingling with the tears of earth, Above his new made grave. Showers of stormy rain Descend upon the grave of our beloved dead, Whose most honored dust Is heirloom To all the sorrowing nations of the earth! Sumner is dead! O mournful hearts, At whose red-lintel doors The angel of sorrow knocks, And knocks again! O tear filled eyes! upon whose drooping fringes The heavy foot of sorrow presses hard Be comforted! For God shall wipe the tears from your sad eyes. ......Buy Now (To Read More)

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Ebook Number: 58645
Author: Anonymous
Release Date: Jan 7, 2019
Format: eBook
Language: English