''The hand-breadth cloud the sages feared, Its bloody rain is dropping; The poison-plant the fathers spared All else is overtopping. East, West, South, North, It curses the earth: All justice dies, And fraud and lies Live only in its shadow. "What gives the wheat-field blades of steel? What points the rebel cannon? What sets the roaring rabble's heel On the old star-spangled pennon? What breaks the oath Of the men o' the South? What whets the knife For the Union's life?-- Hark to the answer: Slavery! "Then waste no blows on lesser foes, In strife unworthy freemen; God lifts to-day the veil, and shows The features of the demon' O North and South* Its victims both, Can ye not cry, 'Let Slavery die!' And Union find in freedom? "What though the cast-out spirit tear The nation in his going? We who have shared the guilt must share The pang of his o'erthrowing! Whate'er the loss, Whate'er the cross, Shall they complain Of present pain, Who trust in God's hereafter? "For who that leans on his right arm Was ever yet forsaken? What righteous cause can suffer harm, If He its part has taken? Though wild and loud, And dark the cloud, Behind its folds His hand upholds The calm sky of to-morrow! "Above the maddening cry for blood, Above the wild war-drumming, Let Freedom's voice be heard, with good The evil overcoming. Give prayer and purse To stay The Curse, Whose wrong we share, Whose shame we bear, Whose end shall gladden Heaven! "In vain the bells of war shall ring Of triumphs and revenges, While still is spared the evil thing That severs and estranges. But blest the ear That yet shall hear The jubilant bell