Through a bosom hardened with scar on scar,—
The only shield, the only bar,
For that great heart!
TO THE PREACHER.
Preach about yesterday, Preacher!
The time so far away:
When the hand of Deity smote and slew,
And the heathen plagued the stiff-necked Jew;
Or when the Man of Sorrows came,
And blessed the people who cursed his name—