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No pause, nor rest, save where the streams

That feed the Kansas run,
Save where our Pilgrim gonfalon

Shall flout the setting sun!

We'll tread the prairie as of old

Our fathers sailed the sea,
And make the West, as they the East,

The homestead of the free 1

SONG OF SLAVES IN THE DESERT.^

Where are we going? where are we going,
Where are we going, Rubee?

Lord of peoples, lord of lands,
Look across these shining sands,
Through the furnace of the noon,
Through the white light of the moon.
Strong the Ghiblee wind is blowing,
Strange and large the world is growing 1
Speak and tell us where we are going,
Where are we going, Rubee?

Bornou land was rich and good,
Wells of water, fields of food,
Dourra fields, and bloom of bean,
And the palm-tree cool and green:
Bornou land we see no longer,
Here we thirst and here we hunger,
Here the Moor-man smites in anger:
Where are we going, Rubee?

When we went from Bornou land,
We were like the leaves and sand,
We were many, we are few;
Life has one, and death has two:

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Whitened bones our path are showing,
Thou All-seeing, thou All-knowing!
Hear us, tell us, where are we going,
Where are we going, Rubee?

Moons of marches from our eyes
Bornou land behind us lies;
Stranger round us day by day
Bends the desert circle gray;
Wild the waves of sand are flowing,
Hot the winds above them blowing,—
Lord of all things!—where are we going?
Where are we going, Rubee?

We are weak, but Thou art strong;
Short our lives, but Thine is long;
We are blind, but Thou hast eyes;
We are fools, but Thou art wise!

Thou, our morrow's pathway knowing
Through the strange world round us growing.
Hear us, tell us where are we going,
Where are we going, Rubee?

LINES

INSCRIBED TO FRIENDS UNDER ARREST FOR TREASON
AGAINST THE SLAVE POWER.

The age is dull and mean. Men creep,
Not walk; with blood too pale and tame
To pay the debt they owe to shame;

Buy cheap, sell dear; eat, drink, and sleep
Down-pillowed, deaf to moaning want;

Pay tithes for soul-insurance; keep
Six days to Mammon, one to Cant

In such a time, give thanks to God,
That somewhat of the holy rage
With which the prophets in their age

On all its decent seemings trod,
Has set your feet upon the lie,

That man and ox and soul and clod
Are market stock to sell and buy!

The hot words from your lips, my own,

To caution trained, might not repeat;

But, if some tares among the wheat Of generous thought and deed were sown,

No common wrong provoked your zeal; The silken gauntlet that is thrown

In such a quarrel rings like steel.

The brave old strife the fathers saw
For Freedom calls for men again
Like those who battled not in vain

For England's Charter, Alfred's law;
And right of speech and trial just

Wage in your name their ancient war
With venal courts and perjured trust

God's ways seem dark, but, soon or late,

They touch the shining hills of day;

The evil cannot brook delay, The good can well afford to wait.

Give ermined knaves their hour of crime; Ye have the future grand and great,

The safe appeal of Truth to Time!

THE NEW EXODUS.**

Sy fire and cloud, across the desert sand,
And through the parted waves,

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From their long bondage, with an outstretched hand, God led the Hebrew slaves!

Dead as the letter of the Pentateuch,

As Egypt's statues cold,
In the adytum of the sacred book

Now stands that marvel old.

u Lo, God is great!n the simple Moslem says.

We seek the ancient date, Turn the dry scroll, and make that living phrase

A dead one: "God was great!"

And, like the Coptic monks by Mousa's wells,

We dream of wonders past,
Vague as the tales the wandering Arab tells,

Each drowsier than the last.

O fools and blind! Above the Pyramids

Stretches once more that hand,
And tranced Egypt, from her stony lids,

Flings back her veil of sand.

And morning-smitten Memnon, singing, wakes;

And, listening by his Nile,
O'er Amnion's grave and awful visage breaks

A sweet and human smile.

Not, as before, with hail and fire, and call

Of death* for midnight graves,
But in the stillness of the noonday, fall

The fetters of the slaves.

No longer through the Red Sea, as of old,

The bondmen walk dry shod; Through human hearts, by love of Him controlled,

Runs now that path of God!

THE HASCHISH.

Of all that Orient lands can vaunt
Of marvels with our own competing,

The strangest is the Haschish plant,
And what will follow on its eating

What pictures to the taster rise,
Of Dervish or of Almeh dances 1

Of Eblis, or of Paradise,

Set all aglow with Houri glances!

The poppy visions of Cathay,

The heavy beer-trance of the Suabian; The wizard lights and demon play

Of nights Walpurgis and Arabian!

The Mollah and the Christian dog
Change place in mad metempsychosis;

The Muezzin climbs the synagogue,
The Rabbi shakes his beard at Moses!

The Arab by his desert well

Sits choosing from some Caliph's daughter^ And hears his single earners bell

Sound welcome to his regal quarters.

The Koran's reader makes complaint
Of Shitan dancing on and off it;

The robber offers alms, the saint
Drinks Tokay and blasphemes the Prophet

Such scenes that Eastern plant awakes;

But we have one ordained to beat it, The Haschish of the West, which makes

Or fools or knaves of all who eat it

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