"Will not these days be by thy poets sung": Poems of the Anglo-African and National Anti-Slavery Standard, 1863–1864
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FOR THE ANTI SLAVERY STANDARD.[1]
DEDICATED TO MISS CLARA BARTON, THE HEROINE OF THE
The melancholy days have come, the saddest of the year.—Bryant.[3]
AUTUMN DAYS IN SOUTH CAROLINA.
DEDICATED TO MISS CLARA BARTON, THE HEROINE OF THE
POTOMAC.[2]
The melancholy days have come, the saddest of the year.—Bryant.[3]
The cool autumnal days have come, the brightest of the
year; They bring no gloom to Southern lands, no frost to blight
and sear. The fierce, hot suns of Summer days, with all their train of
ills, Are past, and still the mocking-bird its wildest carol trills.
year; They bring no gloom to Southern lands, no frost to blight
and sear. The fierce, hot suns of Summer days, with all their train of
ills, Are past, and still the mocking-bird its wildest carol trills.
The live-oak wears its brightest green within its veil of
gray; The wren and sparrow flit and sing as merry as 'twere
May; The acorn's fall, like pattering rain, through all the hours,
keeps time To twittering loves, and lulls the ear like some old mystic
rhyme.
gray; The wren and sparrow flit and sing as merry as 'twere
May; The acorn's fall, like pattering rain, through all the hours,
keeps time To twittering loves, and lulls the ear like some old mystic
rhyme.
Down in the vale the laborer sings, "O, Lord! remember
me,"* While gathering in the precious crop, like white foams of
the sea; Upon its snowy heaps are found no blood-stains, black and
grim; The dark hand labors cheerily—God has remembered him.
me,"* While gathering in the precious crop, like white foams of
the sea; Upon its snowy heaps are found no blood-stains, black and
grim; The dark hand labors cheerily—God has remembered him.
The roses of the May put forth their beauty as 'twere
Spring; The hollies, from their garnered stores, fresh scarlet
drapery bring; The golden Mayflower o'er the sands spreads out its mantle
bright, And feathery grasses nod their joy where curlews wing
their flight.
Spring; The hollies, from their garnered stores, fresh scarlet
drapery bring; The golden Mayflower o'er the sands spreads out its mantle
bright, And feathery grasses nod their joy where curlews wing
their flight.
The orioles fly the frosty North, and in the Yupon rest;
Unmindful of October winds, they fearless build their nest
While from the broad magnolia's stem the blue-jay plucks
the seed, And cries discordant thanks to Him who answers thus his
need.
the seed, And cries discordant thanks to Him who answers thus his
need.
The timid rabbit from the hedge springs out, without a
dread; The sportsman hears no rustling leaves, to tell him of its
tread; The soft winds sigh among the pines, and whisper in the
dells, And woo to life with gentlest touch the heather's purple
bells.
dread; The sportsman hears no rustling leaves, to tell him of its
tread; The soft winds sigh among the pines, and whisper in the
dells, And woo to life with gentlest touch the heather's purple
bells.
Upon the leaves the pure dew falls, the grass springs 'neath
the feet, And from October's kissing suns the orange gathers sweet; The wild bigonia blooms afresh, while free hands break
the corn, And song and laughter close the day, where Ceres fills her
horn.[4]
the feet, And from October's kissing suns the orange gathers sweet; The wild bigonia blooms afresh, while free hands break
the corn, And song and laughter close the day, where Ceres fills her
horn.[4]
The waves come dancing to the shore, like maidens in their
glee, And play upon the whitened sand their sweetest minstrelsy. Oh, sunny South! where Winter days are bright as North-
ern June, Where Nature touches golden harps, through all the year
in tune!
glee, And play upon the whitened sand their sweetest minstrelsy. Oh, sunny South! where Winter days are bright as North-
ern June, Where Nature touches golden harps, through all the year
in tune!
'Tis sad to think that war should spread its pall o'er all thy
lands, And the sweet flowers thy Winter brings be plucked by
bloody hands; That birds should hush their cheery notes, scared by the
cannon's roar, Death-freighted, carrying sounds of woe to every island
shore.
lands, And the sweet flowers thy Winter brings be plucked by
bloody hands; That birds should hush their cheery notes, scared by the
cannon's roar, Death-freighted, carrying sounds of woe to every island
shore.
Oh, sunny South, so long accursed with slavery's cruel ruth,
Is this the winter of thy years? Will war renew thy youth?
And when its withering days are past, and treason's work
is done, And every slave a freeman stands to shout a victory won;
is done, And every slave a freeman stands to shout a victory won;
Oh sunny South! will not these days be by thy poets sung,
And thousand harps to sing thy praise in numbers sweet
be strung? And thou shalt teach us of that land, through all life's care-
worn hours, Where we shall meet the loved and lost among perpetual
flowers; Where wrong no more shall wring the cry of agony and
fear From hearts oppressed, but truth and love make Spring
through all the year.
be strung? And thou shalt teach us of that land, through all life's care-
worn hours, Where we shall meet the loved and lost among perpetual
flowers; Where wrong no more shall wring the cry of agony and
fear From hearts oppressed, but truth and love make Spring
through all the year.
Notes
- "Autumn Days in South Carolina" also appeared in the November 14, 1863 issue of the Anglo-African. The Anglo-African printing is virtually identical to the Standard text. The Anglo-African printing omits a semi-colon at the end of line 18, following "nest," and drops the "r" of "their" in line 29.
- Clara Barton (1821–1912) pioneered the provision of emergency relief at the front during the Civil War. Working without an organizational affiliation, she began to take urgently needed supplies forward to the Army of the Potomac in the winter of 1861–62. Later in 1862, she assisted casualties and medics under fire. In early April 1863, Barton set out for Hilton Head, South Carolina, ostensibly accompanying her quartermaster brother, David. Senator Henry Wilson, an influential supporter of Barton's activities, had secured the post for David so that Barton herself could pursue her own relief work (Elizabeth Brown Pryor, Clara Barton: Professional Angel [Philadelphia: University of Pennsylvania Press, 1987], 110–11). During her months on the Sea Islands, she became great friends with reformer Frances Dana Gage. Barton's biographer Elizabeth Pryor argues that Gage's influence on Clara is "impossible to overestimate"; her views on race and gender equality evolved as a result of her friendship, and "she began to view herself as an active proponent of woman suffrage" (120–21). Barton provided relief to troops on Morris Island in the summer of 1863, but General Quincy A. Gillmore dismissed her from the field in September; after a difficult autumn of anxiety and inaction, she left Hilton Head on December 31. Later in life, Barton played a crucial part in establishing the American National Red Cross.
- William Cullen Bryant (1794–1878), acclaimed poet and editor-in-chief of the New York Evening Post. Gage takes her epigraph from Bryant's poem "The Death of the Flowers," written after the death of Bryant's sister.
- Gage represents the Roman goddess of grain, harvests, and agriculture with a cornucopia or "horn of plenty."
- By the time the war began, Ohioan Frances Dana Barker Gage (1808–1884) had established herself as a leading advocate of women's rights and abolition, in the reform press and on the platform. A laudatory biographical sketch in Eminent Women of the Age (1868) describes how she found time "to read, and write for leading journals, and often to speak, too, on temperance, slavery, and woman's rights" while raising a family of eight ([Elizabeth Cady Stanton], "Frances D. Gage," in Eminent Women of the Age; Being Narratives of the Lives and Deeds of the Most Prominent Women of the Present Generation, by James Parton, et al. [Hartford, CT: Betts, 1868], 383). Gage contributed to journals such as the Ladies' Repository, the Ohio Cultivator, the Lily: A Monthly Journal Devoted to Temperance and Literature, the Saturday Visitor, and the National Anti-Slavery Standard—a mixture of titles linked by her reform agendas and regional affiliations. In the early 1850s Gage also presided over a number of statewide and national women's rights conventions, including the Akron convention of 1851, where Sojourner Truth challenged the patriarchy and delegates' racial prejudices. Gage's recollections of Truth's speech were published in the Standard halfway through the war (National Anti-Slavery Standard, May 2, 1863, [4]).In 1862 Gage and her daughter Mary joined the Northern mission to educate the freedpeople and prove the moral and economic superiority of free labor on South Carolina's Sea Islands. Gage stayed on Parris Island for over a year, without an official title or salary, as "supervisor" to approximately 500 freedmen, women, and children. During this period, she supplied the New York Independent and the National Anti-Slavery Standard with "South Carolina correspondence." She returned to the North in the winter of 1863 and embarked on a lecture tour to raise relief funds. A week before the National Anti-Slavery Standard published "Autumn Days in South Carolina," the editor urged lyceum organizers to book Gage. "Her usual topic will be 'Home Life among the Freedmen,' and we assure the lecture managers that from the stores of her experience and observation she will present matter of deep interest and importance" (National Anti-Slavery Standard, November 7, 1863, [2]). In as much as it contributed to Gage's public profile, the poem functioned as an advertisement. Gage continued her war work as "an unsalaried agent of the Sanitary Commission" in Memphis, Vicksburg, and Natchez ([Stanton], "Frances D. Gage," 384–85).
- In an article on the Port Royal experiment, H. G. Spaulding offers words and music for the chorus of this song or a variant. See "Under the Palmetto," Continental Monthly 4 (1863): 188–204.