But yesterday, huzzas came from a million throats, ’Mid cannon’s boom and beat of drum and bugle’s notes, And banners waved, and flowers were scattered by the fair, And songs of peace and joy were in the quivering air; And brothers, long estranged, clasped brothers once again, And swore eternal peace and equal rights to men— For him, though wrapped in clean attire, but sable skin, No hospitable room is offered at the inn! Oh, brothers of this mighty land, from South to North, Grasp hands of greeting, pour your pæans forth! And ne’er by brother’s hand may brother’s blood be shed, With burning towns and trampled fields and mangled dead! Forget the past, nor let it rankle in your breast; Rejoice together of one glorious land possessed! But, oh! forget not him who, not for any sin, But for the thing God made him, is debarred the inn! Oh, peaceful President of this great land, to thee All thanks for thy good words for old fraternity! Thy name shall be inscribed in gold on history’s page, And read by countless multitudes from age to age, If thou shalt teach a people, long in strife and feud, To dwell in unity and seek each other’s good; From prejudice of section, creed and race shalt win, So all of every name and hue shall share the inn! Oh, brother of the sable brow, my brother, mine, The night is dark and long, and yet the sun shall shine; Patience be thine, and God-like charity and love, And eye of faith and hope that looks to One above. For scorn give benediction, and for insult prayer; And go to Bethlehem’s manger, and remember there Another was like thee, who, sinless, bore our sin! And there shall yet be room for Christ, and thee, within the inn! * * * * * THE FREEDMEN. * * * * * GEORGIA. Atlanta University. ITS ORGANIZATION. REV. E. A. WARE, PRESIDENT.