Poetry: To William E. Channing

The pages of thy book I read, And as I cloeed each one, Aly heart, responding-, ever said, "Serva nt oí' God, well donel" Well done! Thy words are great & bold! At times they tseem to me, Like Lutber's in the duys of old, Iialf-battles for the free. Go on, until this land revokes Tlie old and charlered Lie, Tlie feudal curse, whose whips and yokes Insult humanity. A voice is ever at tby side Speakmgr in tonos of might, Like the prophetic voice, tliat cried To John in Pattnos, -Write!" Wnte! and teil out this bloody tale; Record this diré eclipse, Thif Day of Wrath, this Enrlless Wail, This dread Apocalypseï