Show Whittiers Unflnishecl Son of Prises New York Independent I have found these lines on the back of a note receIved by Mr Whittier in March 1550 and they were probably composed at about that time The poem was never finished or printed and the manuscript is In the almost illegibie style of his first rough drafts and I have been corn peiled to guess at one or two of the words SAMUEL T PICKARD Boston Mass Pot the lend that gave me birth For my native home and hearth For the change and overturning Of the times of my sojourning For the worldstep forward taken For an evil way forsaken For cruel law alolisl1esl For idol shrines demolished For the tools of peaceful labor Wrought from broken gun and saber For the slavechairS rent asunder And by free feet trodden under For the truth defeating error For the love lint casts out terror For the truer clearer vision For all that man upraises I sing this song of praises |