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SCARCE had the solemn Sabbath bell	A
Ceased quivering in the steeple	B
Scarce had the parson to his desk	C
Walked stately through his people	B
When down the summer shaded street	D
A wasted female figure	E
With dusky brow and naked feet	D
Came rushing wild and eager	E
She saw the white spire through the trees	F
She heard the sweet hymn swelling	G
O pitying Christ a refuge give	H
The poor one in Thy dwelling	G
Like a scared fawn before the hounds	I
Right up the aisle she glided	J
While close behind her whip in hand	K
A lank haired hunter strided	K
She raised a keen and bitter cry	L
To Heaven and Earth appealing	G
Were manhood's generous pulses dead	K
Had woman's heart no feeling	G
A score of stout hands rose between	M
The hunter and the flying	G
Age clenched his staff and maiden eyes	N
Flashed tearful yet defying	G
'Who dares profane this house and day '	O
Cried out the angry pastor	E
'Why bless your soul the wench's a slave	P
And I'm her lord and master	E
'I've law and gospel on my side	K
And who shall dare refuse me '	O
Down came the parson bowing low	Q
'My good sir pray excuse me	R
'Of course I know your right divine	S
To own and work and whip her	E
Quick deacon throw that Polyglott	K
Before the wench and trip her '	O
Plump dropped the holy tome and o'er	E
Its sacred pages stumbling	G
Bound hand and foot a slave once more	T
The hapless wretch lay trembling	G
I saw the parson tie the knots	U
The while his flock addressing	G
The Scriptural claims of slavery	R
With text on text impressing	G
'Although ' said he 'on Sabbath day	K
All secular occupations	V
Are deadly sins we must fulfil	Q
Our moral obligations	V
'And this commends itself as one	W
To every conscience tender	E
As Paul sent back Onesimus	V
My Christian friends we send her '	O
Shriek rose on shriek the Sabbath air	X
Her wild cries tore asunder	E
I listened with hushed breath to hear	Y
God answering with his thunder	E
All still the very altar's cloth	Z
Had smothered down her shrieking	G
And dumb she turned from face to face	V
For human pity seeking	G
I saw her dragged along the aisle	Q
Her shackles harshly clanking	G
I heard the parson over all	Q
The Lord devoutly thanking	G
My brain took fire 'Is this ' I cried	K
'The end of prayer and preaching	G
Then down with pulpit down with priest	K
And give us Nature's teaching	G
'Foul shame and scorn be on ye all	Q
Who turn the good to evil	Q
And steal the Bible from the Lord	K
To give it to the Devil	Q
'Than garbled text or parchment law	Q
I own a statute higher	E
And God is true though every book	A2
And every man's a liar '	O
Just then I felt the deacon's hand	K
In wrath my coat tail seize on	B2
I heard the priest cry 'Infidel '	O
The lawyer mutter 'Treason '	O
I started up where now were church	C2
Slave master priest and people	Q
I only heard the supper bell	Q
Instead of clanging steeple	Q
But on the open window's sill	Q
O'er which the white blooms drifted	K
The pages of a good old Book	A2
The wind of summer lifted	K
And flower and vine like angel wings	V
Around the Holy Mother	E
Waved softly there as if God's truth	D2
And Mercy kissed each other	E
And freely from the cherry bough	E2
Above the casement swinging	G
With golden bosom to the sun	W
The oriole was singing	G
As bird and flower made plain of old	K
The lesson of the Teacher	E
So now I heard the written Word	K
Interpreted by Nature	E
For to my ear methought the breeze	V
Bore Freedom's blessed word on	B2
Thus saith the Lord Break every yoke	F2
Undo the heavy burden	W

John Greenleaf Whittier

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