The Farewell

Weep—for a Brother fallen!—weep for him
     Who first hath found a glorious martyrdom!
     Weep for the broken Heart!—the desolate home,
Whose light of gladness is for ever dim!
Who of us, next, on Slavery’s bloody altar
     Shall meet his doom! Thou only knowest, God!
     Yet will we tread the path our Brother trod,
Trusting in Thee! Our spirits shall not falter
Amid the darkness of the coming strife,
     Though drunk with agony the soul should reel!
     Here, LOVEJOY! on thy blood grave we kneel,
And pledge anew our fortune—honor—life—
All—for the slave!
                              Farewell!—thy rest is won!
One tear for thee!—then, strengthened, press we on!