The Southern pulpit, in our eyes, <br />Descends to make a compromise <br />With evil things in heaven's name; <br />The kind that brings a blush of shame. <br /> <br />The evils to the Negro shown, <br />His rights that Southern men disown, <br />We view with sorrow and distress, <br />Its lack of effort to suppress. <br /> <br />Prevailing thought it cannot cross, <br />If so, it feels financial loss; <br />The gold to it is dearer far, <br />Than all the rights of Negroes are. <br /> <br />It preached that slavery was right, <br />Upon the Scripture based its fight, <br />Why should we now expect a change <br />So radical? Such would be strange. <br /> <br />This pulpit fails to higher climb <br />Than sentiment at any time. <br />Such grades of preaching cannot live, <br />The truth alone can freedom give.<br /><br />Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-southern-pulpit/
