Down the dark stream which seaward creeps.
For the Concord celebration of 1857 Emerson wrote the ‘Ode’ beginning
O tenderly the haughty day
Fills his blue urn with fire;
and for the ‘Jubilee Concert’ in Music Hall, on the day Emancipation went into effect, the ‘Boston Hymn,’ with the bold stanzas:—
God said, I am tired of kings,
I suffer them no more;
Up to my ear the morning brings
The outrage of the poor.
Think ye I made this ball