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In vain we call old notions fudge,
And bend our conscience to our dealing;
The Ten Commandments will not budge,
And stealing will continue stealing.
More poems by James Russell Lowell
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The Present Crisis
When a deed is done for Freedom, through the broad earth’s aching breast
Runs a thrill of joy prophetic, trembling on from east to west,
And the slave, where’er he cowers, feels the soul within him climb … -
“She came and went”
As a twig trembles, which a bird
Lights on to sing, then leaves unbent,
So is my memory thrilled and stirred;— … -
A Stanza on Freedom
They are slaves who fear to speak
For the fallen and the weak;
They are slaves who will not choose … -
A Winter-Evening Hymn to My Fire
O Thou of home the guardian Lar,
And, when our earth hath wandered far
Into the cold, and deep snow covers …