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'TIS over Moses All is lost	A
I hear the bells a ringing	B
Of Pharaoh and his Red Sea host	C
I hear the Free Wills singing	B
We're routed Moses horse and foot	D
If there be truth in figures	E
With Federal Whigs in hot pursuit	F
And Hale and all the 'niggers '	G
Alack alas this month or more	H
We've felt a sad foreboding	B
Our very dreams the burden bore	H
Of central cliques exploding	B
Before our eyes a furnace shone	I
Where heads of dough were roasting	B
And one we took to be your own	I
The traitor Hale was toasting	B
Our Belknap brother heard with awe	J
The Congo minstrels playing	B
At Pittsfield Reuben Leavitt saw	K
The ghost of Storrs a praying	B
And Carroll's woods were sad to see	L
With black winged crows a darting	B
And Black Snout looked on Ossipee	M
New glossed with Day and Martin	N
We thought the 'Old Man of the Notch'	O
His face seemed changing wholly	L
His lips seemed thick his nose seemed flat	P
His misty hair looked woolly	L
And Co s teamsters shrieking fled	Q
From the metamorphosed figure	R
'Look there ' they said 'the Old Stone Head	Q
Himself is turning nigger '	G
The schoolhouse out of Canaan hauled	S
Seemed turning on its track again	T
And like a great swamp turtle crawled	S
To Canaan village back again	T
Shook off the mud and settled flat	P
Upon its underpinning	B
A nigger on its ridge pole sat	P
From ear to ear a grinning	B
Gray H d heard o' nights the sound	U
Of rail cars onward faring	V
Right over Democratic ground	U
The iron horse came tearing	B
A flag waved o'er that spectral train	W
As high as Pittsfield steeple	X
Its emblem was a broken chain	W
Its motto 'To the people '	G
I dreamed that Charley took his bed	Q
With Hale for his physician	N
His daily dose an old 'unread	Q
And unreferred' petition	N
There Hayes and Tuck as nurses sat	Q
As near as near could be man	Y
They leeched him with the 'Democrat '	G
They blistered with the 'Freeman '	G
Ah grisly portents What avail	Z
Your terrors of forewarning	B
We wake to find the nightmare Hale	Z
Astride our breasts at morning	B
From Portsmouth lights to Indian stream	A2
Our foes their throats are trying	B
The very factory spindles seem	A2
To mock us while they're flying	B
The hills have bonfires in our streets	B2
Flags flout us in our faces	C2
The newsboys peddling off their sheets	B2
Are hoarse with our disgraces	B2
In vain we turn for gibing wit	Q
And shoutings follow after	R
As if old Kearsarge had split	Q
His granite sides with laughter	R
What boots it that we pelted out	Q
The anti slavery women	N
And bravely strewed their hall about	Q
With tattered lace and trimming	B
Was it for such a sad reverse	B2
Our mobs became peacemakers	B2
And kept their tar and wooden horse	B2
For Englishmen and Quakers	B2
For this did shifty Atherton	N
Make gag rules for the Great House	B2
Wiped we for this our feet upon	D2
Petitions in our State House	B2
Plied we for this our axe of doom	E2
No stubborn traitor sparing	B
Who scoffed at our opinion loom	E2
And took to homespun wearing	B
Ah Moses hard it is to scan	Y
These crooked providences	B2
Deducing from the wisest plan	Y
The saddest consequences	B2
Strange that in trampling as was meet	Q
The nigger men's petition	N
We sprung a mine beneath our feet	Q
Which opened up perdition	N
How goodly Moses was the game	F2
In which we've long been actors	B2
Supplying freedom with the name	F2
And slavery with the practice	B2
Our smooth words fed the people's mouth	G2
Their ears our party rattle	X
We kept them headed to the South	G2
As drovers do their cattle	X
But now our game of politics	B2
The world at large is learning	B
And men grown gray in all our tricks	B2
State's evidence are turning	B
Votes and preambles subtly spun	N
They cram with meanings louder	R
And load the Democratic gun	N
With abolition powder	R
The ides of June Woe worth the day	Q
When turning all things over	R
The traitor Hale shall make his hay	Q
From Democratic clover	R
Who then shall take him in the law	K
Who punish crime so flagrant	Q
Whose hand shall serve whose pen shall draw	K
A writ against that 'vagrant'	Q
Alas no hope is left us here	H2
And one can only pine for	H
The envied place of overseer	R
Of slaves in Carolina	N
Pray Moses give Calhoun the wink	I2
And see what pay he's giving	B
We're practised long enough we think	I2
To know the art of driving	B
And for the faithful rank and file	J2
Who know their proper stations	B2
Perhaps it may be worth their while	J2
To try the rice plantations	B2
Let Hale exult let Wilson scoff	K2
To see us southward scamper	R
The slaves we know are 'better off	K2
Than laborers in New Hampshire '	G

John Greenleaf Whittier

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