John Greenleaf Whittier

“ Kneels before his mother's fire?
In his black tent did the Tartar
Choose his wandering sire?
"He alone, whose hand is bounding
Human power and human will,
Looking through each soul's surrounding,
Knows its good or ill. ”

“ MADDENED by Earth's wrong and evil,
"Lord!" I cried in sudden ire,
"From Thy right hand, clothed with thunder,
Shake the bolted fire!
"Love is lost, and Faith is dying;
With the brute the man is sold ”