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So this is all the utmost reach	B
Of priestly power the mind to fetter	C
When laymen think when women preach	B
A war of words a 'Pastoral Letter '	-
Now shame upon ye parish Popes	D
Was it thus with those your predecessors	E
Who sealed with racks and fire and ropes	F
Their loving kindness to transgressors	F
A 'Pastoral Letter ' grave and dull	G
Alas in hoof and horns and features	F
How different is your Brookfield bull	H
From him who bellows from St Peter's	F
Your pastoral rights and powers from harm	I
Think ye can words alone preserve them	J
Your wiser fathers taught the arm	I
And sword of temporal power to serve them	J
Oh glorious days when Church and State	K
Were wedded by your spiritual fathers	F
And on submissive shoulders sat	L
Your Wilsons and your Cotton Mathers	F
No vile 'itinerant' then could mar	M
The beauty of your tranquil Zion	N
But at his peril of the scar	M
Of hangman's whip and branding iron	O
Then wholesome laws relieved the Church	P
Of heretic and mischief maker	C
And priest and bailiff joined in search	P
By turns of Papist witch and Quaker	C
The stocks were at each church's door	Q
The gallows stood on Boston Common	N
A Papist's ears the pillory bore	Q
The gallows rope a Quaker woman	N
Your fathers dealt not as ye deal	R
With 'non professing' frantic teachers	F
They bored the tongue with red hot steel	R
And flayed the backs of 'female preachers '	-
Old Hampton had her fields a tongue	S
And Salem's streets could tell their story	T
Of fainting woman dragged along	U
Gashed by the whip accursed and gory	T
And will ye ask me why this taunt	V
Of memories sacred from the scorner	T
And why with reckless hand I plant	W
A nettle on the graves ye honor	T
Not to reproach New England's dead	X
This record from the past I summon	N
Of manhood to the scaffold led	X
And suffering and heroic woman	N
No for yourselves alone I turn	O
The pages of intolerance over	T
That in their spirit dark and stern	O
Ye haply may your own discover	T
For if ye claim the 'pastoral right'	X
To silence Freedom's voice of warning	Y
And from your precincts shut the light	X
Of Freedom's day around ye dawning	Y
If when an earthquake voice of power	T
And signs in earth and heaven are showing	Y
That forth in its appointed hour	T
The Spirit of the Lord is going	Y
And with that Spirit Freedom's light	X
On kindred tongue and people breaking	Y
Whose slumbering millions at the sight	X
In glory and in strength are waking	Y
When for the sighing of the poor	T
And for the needy God hath risen	N
And chains are breaking and a door	T
Is opening for the souls in prison	N
If then ye would with puny hands	F
Arrest the very work of Heaven	N
And bind anew the evil bands	F
Which God's right arm of power hath riven	N
What marvel that in many a mind	X
Those darker deeds of bigot madness	F
Are closely with your own combined	X
Yet 'less in anger than in sadness '	-
What marvel if the people learn	O
To claim the right of free opinion	N
What marvel if at times they spurn	O
The ancient yoke of your dominion	N
A glorious remnant linger yet	X
Whose lips are wet at Freedom's fountains	F
The coming of whose welcome feet	X
Is beautiful upon our mountains	F
Men who the gospel tidings bring	Y
Of Liberty and Love forever	T
Whose joy is an abiding spring	Y
Whose peace is as a gentle river	T
But ye who scorn the thrilling tale	Z
Of Carolina's high souled daughters	F
Which echoes here the mournful wail	Z
Of sorrow from Edisto's waters	F
Close while ye may the public ear	T
With malice vex with slander wound them	J
The pure and good shall throng to hear	T
And tried and manly hearts surround them	J
Oh ever may the power which led	X
Their way to such a fiery trial	G
And strengthened womanhood to tread	X
The wine press of such self denial	G
Be round them in an evil land	X
With wisdom and with strength from Heaven	N
With Miriam's voice and Judith's hand	X
And Deborah's song for triumph given	N
And what are ye who strive with God	X
Against the ark of His salvation	N
Moved by the breath of prayer abroad	X
With blessings for a dying nation	N
What but the stubble and the hay	A2
To perish even as flax consuming	Y
With all that bars His glorious way	A2
Before the brightness of His coming	Y
And thou sad Angel who so long	U
Hast waited for the glorious token	N
That Earth from all her bonds of wrong	U
To liberty and light has broken	N
Angel of Freedom soon to thee	T
The sounding trumpet shall be given	N
And over Earth's full jubilee	T
Shall deeper joy be felt in Heaven	N

John Greenleaf Whittier

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