Classic Poem

Illustrious man! who doth to heaven appeal
Against the tyrant's might, and tyrant's wrong;
And, as thine own, thy Country's wounds doth feel,
Forget not in whose strength vain man is strong:
Not in the mighty winds that mountains shake,
Not in the earthquake, nor the avenging fire;
But in the still small voice Jehovah spake,
Rebuking thus his warlike prophet's ire.
'Tis ours for Truth to suffer, and to speak;
But not to fight, or warlike trumpet blow;
The strength of armies in her cause is weak,
And Freedom finds in these her deadliest foe;
For never can the Truth, or Right prevail,
Till rust consume the sword, and warrior's mail.