First of all,
Shake thou all German dream-land with the fall
Of that accursed tree, whose evil trunk
Was spared of old by Erfurt's stalwart monk.
Fight not with ghosts and shadows. Let us hear
The snap of chain-links. Let our gladdened ear
Catch the pale prisoner's welcome, as the light
Follows thy axe-stroke, through his cell of night.
Be faithful to both worlds; nor think to feed
Earth's starving millions with the husks of creed.
Servant of Him whose mission high and holy
Was to the wronged, the sorrowing, and the lowly,
Thrust not his Eden promise from our sphere,
Distant and dim beyond the blue sky's span;
Like him of Patmos, see it, now and here,
The New Jerusalem comes down to man
Be warned by Luther's error. Nor like him,
When the roused Teuton dashes from his limb
The rusted chain of ages, help to bind
His hands for whom thou claim'st the freedom of
the mind
1846.
CHANNING.
The last time I saw Dr. Channing was in the summer of 1841, when,
in company with my English friend, Joseph Sturge, so well known for
his philanthropic labors and liberal political opinions, I visited
him in his summer residence in Rhode Island. In recalling the
impressions of that visit, it can scarcely be necessary to say,
that I have no reference to the peculiar religious opinions of a
man whose life, beautifully and truly manifested above the
atmosphere of sect, is now the world's common legacy.
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