And the slave and his master are gone!
Ages hence, when all is over that shocks the sense of the world to-day,
Pilgrims will mount the western wave, seeking the new Thermopylæ;
Then, for that brave old man with many sons, mangled and murdered, one by one,
Whose ghosts rise up from Harper’s gorge, Missouri’s plains, and far away
Where Kansas’ grains wave tinged with their blood, will the column rise!
The Poet’s song and History’s page will the deeds prolong of John of Osawatomie,
The Martyr to Truth and Right!
[From the New York Independent.]