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