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/ To Gen. M. M. Trumbull / (No man better than Gen. Trumbull defended my martyred comrades in Chicago.)
Back to thy breast, O Mother, turns thy child, / He whom thou garmentedst in steel of truth, / And sent forth, strong in the glad heart of youth, / To sing the wakening song in ears beguiled / By tyrants' promises and flatterers' smiles; / These searched his eyes, and knew nor threats nor wiles / Might shake the steady stars within their blue, / Nor win one truckling word from off those lips --
No -- not for gold nor praise, nor aught men do / To dash the Sun of Honor with eclipse, / O Mother Liberty, those eyes are dark, / And the brave lips are white and cold and dumb; / But fair in other souls, through time to come, / Fanned by thy breath glows the Immortal Spark.
Philadelphia, May, 1894.