<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391849" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To the Union Savers of Cleveland</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Men of Cleveland, had a vulture<br>Sought a timid dove for prey<br>Would you not, with human pity, <br>Drive the gory bird away?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Had you seen a feeble lambkin, <br>Shrinking from a wolf so bold, <br>Would ye not to shield the trembler, <br>In your arms have made its fold? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when she, a hunted sister, <br>Stretched her hands that ye might save, <br>Colder far than Zembla's regions, <br>Was the answer that ye gave. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the Union's bloody altar, <br>Was your hapless victim laid; <br>Mercy, truth, and justice shuddered, <br>But your hands would give no aid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And ye sent her back to the torture, <br>Robbed of freedom and of fright. <br>Thrust the wretched, captive stranger. <br>Back to slavery's gloomy night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Back where brutal men may trample, <br>On her honor and her fame; <br>And unto her lips so dusky, <br>Press the cup of woe and shame. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is blood upon our city, <br>Dark and dismal is the stain; <br>And your hands would fail to cleanse it, <br>Though Lake Erie ye should drain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's a curse upon your Union, <br>Fearful sounds are in the air; <br>As if thunderbolts were framing, <br>Answers to the bondsman's prayer. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye may offer human victims, <br>Like the heathen priests of old; <br>And may barter manly honor <br>For the Union and for gold. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But ye can not stay the whirlwind, <br>When the storm begins to break; <br>And our God doth rise in judgment, <br>For the poor and needy's sake. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, your sin-cursed, guilty Union, <br>Shall be shaken to its base, <br>Till ye learn that simple justice, <br>Is the right of every race.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Frances+Ellen+Watkins+Harper">Frances Ellen Watkins Harper</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391849" data-title="To the Union Savers of Cleveland de Frances Ellen Watkins Harper" data-description="Men of Cleveland, had a vulture Sought a timid dove for prey Would you not, with human pity, Drive the gory bird away? Had you seen a feeble lambkin, Shrinking from a wolf so bold, Would ye not to shield the trembler, In your arms have made i..."></div> </div> </div>

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