THE SERMON OF SPRING.
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And your smug President soothly subscribes their death warrant.Man! walk not forth, lest the beasts of the meadow upbraid thee—True to their office, fulfilling the task God appointed.Even the mastiff shall greet thee with howls of derision—He who, left with the treasure, forsakes not its keeping—Mocking the thief, giving battle till one of them perish.Yea! let the meanest thing that is faithful deride him;Let stocks and stones thank God that they cannot do treason.Set him aside, my country! be great and impeach him!Write out his dark account, tell his deeds as he did them.Chosen to serve the people, his servants shall bind them.Sworn to uphold the law, he will cheat and degrade it.Blood has he counselled—not once but again and often.Blood shall he have, poured to God with a holy intention—True blood of Seventy-Six, that brave men have bequeathed us—Left to be spent as they spent it, freely for Freedom.
