No darker record on the roll of time <br />Was e'er inscribed to country, age, or clime, <br />By the red hand of war-so barbarous, frantic; <br />The war you wage-mad cousins transatlantic. <br /> <br /> <br />Your glorious land of men and gold you drain- <br />And seas of blood and festering hills of slain. <br />Bankrupt and beggar'd: in your every state <br />These are your gains, you'll sum them up too late. <br /> <br /> <br />Sons of the Union-ah! a mighty change <br />Your words and deeds have wrought-beyond the range <br />Of British sympathy your cause you place; <br />We almost blush to own your kindred race. <br /> <br /> <br />Your freedom's dead. Her last expiring groan <br />Comes o'er the waters wild; a shudd'ring moan <br />Wails through your forests, echoes round your hills, <br />We hear, and Britain's heart with horror thrills. <br /> <br /> <br />Yes, freedom of the press! the tongue, the mind, <br />Henceforth ye must be deaf, and dumb, and blind: <br />Lincoln and Seward wills it. Kiss your chains, <br />And sing of conquest in triumphant strains. <br /> <br /> <br />And 'Stowe,' thou gifted daughter of the North, <br />Friend of the Southern slave, we call thee forth: <br />Let truth and candour guide thy graphic pen; <br />Denounce white slavery in the Northern men. <br /> <br /> <br />Columbian dames! do ye sustain your part? <br />The weeping, blushing blood of woman's heart, <br />Say-does it pulse your veins and dye with shame <br />Your blushing cheeks at Butler's branded name? <br /> <br /> <br />Of braggart speech that spurns at check or rule, <br />Like 'idiot's tale of sound and fury full;' <br />You feed on lies that fail you at your need, <br />Nor heaven nor earth will bid your cause God-speed.<br /><br />Janet Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/civil-war-in-america-expostulation/
