The North Star (Rochester)/1848/01/07/Eloquence

From the Ladies' Repository.
ELOQUENCE.

It welleth up from brimming founts,
Deep hidden in the soul—
And with a strong resistless power,
Its chainless waters roll.

It gushes on in words of fire;
It scorches with its breath;
And as the heart is pure or dark,
Its words are life or death.

It peals in thunders loud and deep,
That make the mountains quake;
The mighty despot on his throne,
Doth feel its pillars shake.

In Justice' great and outraged name,
The giant voice doth crave
Redress for earth's down-trodden ones,
And freedom for the slave.