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At the Portals of the Future Full of madness, guilt and gloom, Stood the hateful form of Slavery, Crying, "Give, Oh! give me room—

"Room to smite the earth with cursing, Room to scatter, rend and slay, From the trembling mother's bosom Room to tear her child away; "Harper:

"Room to trample on the manhood Of the country far and wide; Room to spread o'er every Eden Slavery's scorching lava-tide."

Pale and trembling stood the Future, Quailing 'neath his frown of hate, As he grasped with bloody clutches The great keys of Doom and Fate.

In his hand he held a banner All festooned with blood and tears: 'Twas a fearful ensign, woven With the grief and wrong of years.

On his brow he wore a helmet Decked with strange and cruel art; Every jewel was a life-drop Wrung from some poor broken heart.

Though her cheek was pale and anxious, Wet, with look and brow sublime, By the pale and trembling Future Stood the Crisis of our time.

And from many a throbbing bosom Came the words in fear and gloom, "Tell us, oh! thou coming Crisis, What shall be our country's doom?

"Shall the wings of dark destruction Brood and hover o'er our land, Till we trace the steps of ruin By their blight, from strand to strand?"

With a look and voice prophetic Spake the solemn Crisis then: "I have only mapped the future For the erring sons of men.

"If ye strive for Truth and Justice, If ye battle for the Right, Ye shall lay you, hands all strengthened On God's robe of love and light;"But if ye trample on His children, To his ear will float each groan, Jar the cords that bind them to Him, And they'll vibrate at his throne.

."And the land that forges fetters, Binds the weak and poor in chains, Must in blood or tears of sorrow Wash away her guilty stains."