And her bloodguiltiness atoned with blood.
The world may censure and the world regret:
The present wrath becomes the future ruth;
For stern old History does not forget
The man who flings his life away for truth.
In the far time to come, when it shall irk
The schoolboy to recite our Presidents’
Dull line of memorabilia, John Brown’s work
Shall thrill him through from all the elements.