Rogers, will not future story <br />Tell thy glorious fame? <br />And in hues of living glory <br />Robe thy spotless name? <br /> <br />There was more than mortal seeming <br />In thy wondrous eye,-- <br />Like a silv'ry star-ray gleaming <br />Through a liquid _sky_. <br /> <br />Of that angel spirit telling, <br />Noble, clear and bright, <br />In thy 'inner temple' dwelling, <br />Veiled from mortal sight! <br /> <br />Of that spirit meek and lowly, <br />Yet so bold and free, <br />In its all-absorbing, holy, <br />Love of Liberty. <br /> <br />Thou didst leave us, gentle brother, <br />In thy manhood's pride; <br />And we vainly seek another <br />Heart so true and tried! <br /> <br />Thou art dwelling with the angels <br />In the spirit land! <br />Chanting low and sweet evangels, <br />'Mid a seraph band. <br /> <br />But when Freedom's champions rally <br />'Gainst the despot's sway, <br />Then they mourn the friend and ally <br />That has passed away. <br /> <br />And when Liberty's bright banner <br />Waves o'er land and sea, <br />And is heard the loud hosanna <br />Of the ransomed free,-- <br /> <br />On its silken folds, in letters <br />Traced with diamond bright, <br />Shall thy name, the foe of fetters, <br />Blaze in hues of light!<br /><br />Frances Ellen Watkins Harper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/n-p-rogers/
