“To Him whose law hath all sufficed, Be power and glory evermore, But this cursed sign of Anti-Christ Shall not profane this hallowed shore.” One moment--and a hush like death-- Then flashed the fire from every eye, And like the tempest’s sudden breath, A shout tumultuous rent the sky. Those ranks of stern, heroic men, Who asked no favor, knew no fear, Could “beard the lion in his den,” When duty made the pathway clear, There in the howling wilderness, In holy triumph did they sing, “Christ is our refuge in distress, The Lord of Hosts alone is King.” Linked, by the lengthening years of time, To all that grand heroic past, The mantle of their faith sublime Is on this generation cast. Whene’er the cross no longer stands For freedom, faith, and love divine, Men tear it down with willing hands, And worship God without the sign. John Endicott! John Endicott! Thine earthly victory is won, But valiant still, and swerving not, Thy steadfast soul “is marching on.” Like thee we would be brave and true, And fearless in the faith abide, That souls who nobly dare and do, Have God and Heaven upon their side. THE TRIUMPH OF FREEDOM. REJOICE! O blood-stained Nation, in darkness wandering long, For Freedom is triumphant, and Right hath conquered Wrong. To-day, the glorious birthright the patriot Fathers gave, Makes, through Eternal Justice, a freeman of the slave. And swift the glorious tidings, which rolls majestic on, Thrills from old Massachusetts to the shores of Oregon. The gray old mountain-echoes shout it loudly to the sea, And the wild winds join the chorus in the “anthem of the free.” For this, the God of nations sealed this land as sacred soil, And thenceforth made it holy, with blood, and sweat, and toil. For this, the lonely Mayflower spread her white wings to the breeze, And bore the Pilgrim Fathers across the stormy seas. For this, the blood of patriots baptized old Bunker Hill, And Lexington and Concord made known the _people’s will_. For this, both Saratoga and Yorktown’s fields were won, And Fame’s unfading laurels wreathed the brow of Washington. For this, your glorious Channing plead on the “weaker side,” And Parker, brave and fearless, sought to stem Oppression’s tide. For this, the lips of Phillips burned with Athenian fire, Till every flaming sentence leapt forth in righteous ire. And Garrison, the dauntless, declared, “I will be heard!” O thou sturdy, war-worn veteran! well hast thou kept thy word! Thou hast sent the foul Hyena howling fiercely to his den, And thy battle-cry was “Freedom!” till the cannon said, “Amen!”