To the Rev. Hugh Stowell Brown

" What does it matter what I think? I do not think it matters to any one on this side of the Atlantic, or on the other side. " — Vide his speech in the Amphitheatre .
No matter what you think? Great matter, Brown!
The lowliest man by casting in his thought
Works some change in the universal lot, —
And your own thoughts have leaven'd half the town.
From single thoughts our liberties come down.
A nation's throes are shared, her fields half fought
By what free nations think of them. Deem not
All impotent the inward cheer or frown:
For, like the electric flash, men's thoughts go forth,
Powers to their brother men, though seas apart.
Freeman! in yonder West thy thought is worth
A strong right arm. Give it, whoe'er thou art.
Who knows how much the weakness of the North
Is due to free old England's lagging heart!
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