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In The "Old South"

By John Greenleaf Whittier

Topics: classic

She came and stood in the Old South Church,     A wonder and a sign,     With a look the old-time sibyls wore,     Half-crazed and half-divine.     Save the mournful sackcloth about her wound,     Unclothed as the primal mother,     With limbs that trembled and eyes that blazed     With a fire she dare not smother.     Loose on her shoulders fell her hair,     With sprinkled ashes gray;     She stood in the broad aisle strange and weird     As a soul at the judgment day.     And the minister paused in his sermon's midst,     And the people held their breath,     For these were the words the maiden spoke     Through lips as the lips of death:     "Thus saith the Lord, with equal feet     All men my courts shall tread,     And priest and ruler no more shall eat     My people up like bread!     "Repent! repent! ere the Lord shall speak     In thunder and breaking seals     Let all souls worship Him in the way     His light within reveals."     She shook the dust from her naked feet,     And her sackcloth closer drew,     And into the porch of the awe-hushed church     She passed like a ghost from view.     They whipped her away at the tail o' the cart     Through half the streets of the town,     But the words she uttered that day nor fire     Could burn nor water drown.     And now the aisles of the ancient church     By equal feet are trod,     And the bell that swings in its belfry rings     Freedom to worship God!     And now whenever a wrong is done     It thrills the conscious walls;     The stone from the basement cries aloud     And the beam from the timber calls.     There are steeple-houses on every hand,     And pulpits that bless and ban,     And the Lord will not grudge the single church     That is set apart for man.     For in two commandments are all the law     And the prophets under the sun,     And the first is last and the last is first,     And the twain are verily one.     So, long as Boston shall Boston be,     And her bay-tides rise and fall,     Shall freedom stand in the Old South Church     And plead for the rights of all

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About John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892) was an American Quaker poet and abolitionist whose poems—including "Snow-Bound" and "Barbara Frietchie"—celebrate New England life and moral courage. He was one of the Fireside Poets and a leading voice against slavery.

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