Below sea-level, and let earth the while,
Fall back and settle in Primeval Slime!
AN EPOCH'S ANGEL FALL
Judging from Wilson's virile virtue-voice,
Whose whisper hushed Earth's Hum, were we not proud
To have him cross the sea to speak aloud
And, with a finger raised, hush battle noise,
And lift all lands to Justice's equipoise?
Oh, such his truth to God,—so oft avowed,—