Abolition Of Slavery In The District Of Columbia, 1862

When first I saw our banner wave
  Above the nation's council-hall,
  I heard beneath its marble wall
  The clanking fetters of the slave!
  In the foul market-place I stood,
  And saw the Christian mother sold,
  And childhood with its locks of gold,
  Blue-eyed and fair with Saxon blood.
  I shut my eyes, I held my breath,
  And, smothering down the wrath and shame
  That set my Northern blood aflame,
  Stood silent, where to speak was death.
  Beside me gloomed the prison-cell
  Where wasted one in slow decline
  For uttering simple words of mine,
  And loving freedom all too well.
  The flag that floated from the dome
  Flapped menace in the morning air;
  I stood a perilled stranger where
  The human broker made his home.
  For crime was virtue: Gown and Sword
  And Law their threefold sanction gave,
  And to the quarry of the slave
  Went hawking with our symbol-bird.
  On the oppressor's side was power;
  And yet I knew that every wrong,
  However old, however strong,
  But waited God's avenging hour.
  I knew that truth would crush the lie,
  Somehow, some time, the end would be;
  Yet scarcely dared I hope to see
  The triumph with my mortal eye.
  But now I see it! In the sun
  A free flag floats from yonder dome,
  And at the nation's hearth and home
  The justice long delayed is done.
  Not as we hoped, in calm of prayer,
  The message of deliverance comes,
  But heralded by roll of drums
  On waves of battle-troubled air!
  Midst sounds that madden and appall,
  The song that Bethlehem's shepherds knew !
  The harp of David melting through
  The demon-agonies of Saul!
  Not as we hoped; but what are we?
  Above our broken dreams and plans
  God lays, with wiser hand than man's,
  The corner-stones of liberty.
  I cavil not with Him: the voice
  That freedom's blessed gospel tells
  Is sweet to me as silver bells,
  Rejoicing! yea, I will rejoice!
  Dear friends still toiling in the sun;
  Ye dearer ones who, gone before,
  Are watching from the eternal shore
  The slow work by your hands begun,
  Rejoice with me! The chastening rod
  Blossoms with love; the furnace heat
  Grows cool beneath His blessed feet
  Whose form is as the Son of God!
  Rejoice! Our Marah's bitter springs
  Are sweetened; on our ground of grief
  Rise day by day in strong relief
  The prophecies of better things.
  Rejoice in hope! The day and night
  Are one with God, and one with them
  Who see by faith the cloudy hem
  Of Judgment fringed with Mercy's light