APRIL 2nd.
We have been patient—and they named us weak;
We have been silent—and they judged us meek.
Now, in the much-abused, high name of God
We speak.
Oh, not with faltering or uncertain tone—
With chosen words we make our meaning known,
That like a great wind from the West shall shake
The double throne.
Our colors flame upon the topmost mast,—
We lift the glove so arrogantly cast,
And in the much-abused, high name of God
We speak at last.
Theodosia Garrison.