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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117493" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pharoah</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus saith Jehovah! let this people go!<br>The king was on his throne array'd all gorgeously,<br>In regal purple rich with fretted gold,<br>And starr'd with sparkling gems, while snowy lawn<br>Was mingling with its folds luxuriously.<br>The crown of Egypt was upon his brow,<br>And her proud sceptre was beside his hand.<br>The nobles of his land were gather'd round,<br>Thronging the proud pavilion where he sate;<br>And the wise men, the Magi of the East,<br>The Priests, the Soothsayers, Astrologers,<br>And the most cunning sorcerers, were there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And also, there, apart from all the rest,<br>Yet even at the foot of Pharaoh's throne,<br>Two men array'd in humble garments stood.<br>One spoke not, but with meekly folded arms,<br>Awaited silently the king's decree.<br>His form was finely moulded, and his face<br>Had much expressive beauty, though his eye<br>Spoke with a sadden'd feeling—and his brow,<br>Amid the clustering curls that shaded it,<br>Told that the freshness of his youth had pass'd.<br>The other form was taller, and his limbs<br>Were nerved to manlier strength—his bold dark eye<br>Sent its proud glances round him fearlessly;<br>While with his mantle gather'd o'er his breast,<br>And his right arm extended as he spake,<br>He pour'd his eloquence to Pharaoh's ear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Thus saith the Lord Jehovah, God Omnipotent!<br>Let thou this people go—their wives, their children,<br>Their herds of cattle, and their snowy flocks,—<br>And whatsoe'er belongeth unto them,<br>Shall with themselves, unransom'd, all be free.<br>Say not within thy heart, as thou hast said,<br>That his unchanging will shall pass away,<br>And yet be unaccomplish'd; nor yet hope<br>With words deceitful to evade his purpose.<br>Why should'st thou war with Heaven? can thy weak arm<br>Cope with His wrathful strength, who wields the thunder,<br>And looketh on the wide extended earth,<br>Even as a little thing?—Thy heart is raised,<br>Yea, lifted up in pride and vanity,<br>For thine exalted power and high estate—<br>But know'st thou not that He who raiseth up,<br>Can bring thee low e'en to the very dust,<br>And change thy glory into emptiness?<br>Then waken not the terrors of His wrath,<br>Nor scorn his mandate—let this people go!”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Pharaoh harden'd still his heart, till God,<br>With a high hand, brought out his chosen people,<br>And whelm'd the might of Egypt in the wave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh ye! who still in cruel bondage, worse<br>Than e'en the Egyptian, hold the ill-starr'd slave,<br>Do ye not dread that God's long slumbering wrath<br>At length will pour its terrors upon you?<br>Are slavery and oppression aught more just<br>Than in the days of Moses?—and if not,<br>With how much deeper hue does the dark stain<br>Attach itself to you, who proudly bear<br>The name of Christians—and declare yourselves<br>The servants of the perfect law of Him,<br>Who died upon the cross! is slavery just?<br>Ye dare not say it is—ye dare not say<br>The Negro is not God's own heritage,<br>The work of His own hand—one flesh, one blood,<br>With you who crush him to the very earth!<br>What, is it just that a white skin should give<br>To man the power to tyrannize o'er man?<br>That hundreds of the human race should toil,<br>To feed the wealth and luxury of one—<br>A scanty sustenance their only meed?<br>Yet in this age of intellectual light,<br>And high profession of religious faith,<br>Even now there are (may Heaven forgive them) those,<br>So wholly lost to what they owe themselves,<br>Their country, and their God, that they would lift<br>Their voice in favour of the wrong, and e'en pollute<br>The very Senate-House with arguments<br>For the vile cause of slavery—Oh shame—<br>Shame on them tenfold!—did not their hot breath<br>Spread a foul gangrene o'er the very walls,<br>Like the dark plague-spot on the Jewish tents,<br>In days of old? what, freemen! will ye bear<br>To be insulted thus, upon the spot<br>That of all others, like a polish'd mirror,<br>Should be o'erclouded by the slightest breath<br>That spoke of stern oppression? rouse ye, rouse,<br>And tear the veil of blindness from your eyes!<br>Deceive yourselves no longer with false dreams<br>Of wealth and interest—look upon the North—<br>Is she not rich and prosperous as yourselves?<br>And yet no slave is there—no hapless wretch,<br>To blight the soil with curses and hot tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But do you say that you lament the evil,<br>But that ye made it not, nor is your power<br>Efficient for the cleansing of the stain,<br>Though you should gladly lend your aid therein,<br>If but the path were open?—then awake!<br>No longer sit with idly folded hands,<br>And conscience lull'd securely into rest,<br>Until destruction with a voice of thunder,<br>Break on your guilty torpor—Oh, beware!<br>And harden not your hearts like ancient Pharaoh,<br>Lest a worse fate than even his befal you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And you, friends of the cause of liberty,<br>Shrink not, though you be straiten'd in your course,<br>Even as was Israel at the Red Sea wave.<br>Nerve every faculty—call every means,<br>And every energy of heart and mind<br>Forth into action—summon up your strength,<br>Ply argument, persuasion, eloquence,—<br>Bear patiently with deeply rooted feelings,<br>Of prejudice, self-interest, and all else,<br>That may have twined round your opponents’ hearts;<br>Yet combat still, remove and overpower them,<br>Until no longer o'er the smiling land,<br>Is heard the voice of tyranny, and all<br>Who breathe the same pure air alike are free:<br>So may God bless you! and the franchised slave,<br>Remember only in his grateful prayers,<br>That he has ever drain'd oppression's cup,<br>And that he owes his liberty to you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elizabeth+Margaret+Chandler">Elizabeth Margaret Chandler</a> from <i>Poetical Works</i><div class=q>
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