To George B. Cheever

So spake Esaias: so, in words of flame,     Tekoa's prophet-herdsman smote with blame     The traffickers in men, and put to shame,     All earth and heaven before,     The sacerdotal robbers of the poor.     All the dread Scripture lives for thee again,     To smite like lightning on the hands profane     Lifted to bless the slave-whip and the chain.     Once more the old Hebrew tongue     Bends with the shafts of God a bow new-strung!     Take up the mantle which the prophets wore;     Warn with their warnings, show the Christ once more     Bound, scourged, and crucified in His blameless poor;     And shake above our land     The unquenched bolts that blazed in Hosea's hand!     Not vainly shalt thou cast upon our years     The solemn burdens of the Orient seers,     And smite with truth a guilty nation's ears.     Mightier was Luther's word     Than Seckingen's mailed arm or Hutton's sword!