THE NORTHERN VIEWPOINT.
His heart went out in feeling
To the colored brother kneeling
At the white man’s feet;
His brother’s wrongs oppressed him
And a poem he addressed him,
Warm and neat.
He suffered indignation,
He swore by all creation
’Twas a crime,
To deny him social right—
Wasn’t black as good as white
Every time?
By the way, in this connection
He’s now visiting this section,—
He finds the matter clear—
And without aid or suggestion
He has come to view the question
As one of atmosphere.
