PEOPLE-S ATTORNEY, servant of the Right!
Pleader for all shades of the solar ray,
Complexions dusky, yellow, red, or white;
Who, in thy country-s and thy time-s despite,
Hast only questioned, What will Duty say?
And followed swiftly in her narrow way:
Tipped is thy tongue with golden eloquence,
All honeyed accents fall from off thy lips,-
Each eager listener his full measure sips,
Yet runs to waste the sparkling opulence,-
The scorn of bigots, and the worldling-s flout.
If Time long held thy merit in suspense,
Hastening repentant now, with pen devout,
Impartial History dare not leave thee out.
Wendell Phillips
Amos Bronson Alcott
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