Here you will find the Poem N. P. Rogers of poet Frances Ellen Watkins
Rogers, will not future story Tell thy glorious fame? And in hues of living glory Robe thy spotless name? There was more than mortal seeming In thy wondrous eye,-- Like a silv'ry star-ray gleaming Through a liquid _sky_. Of that angel spirit telling, Noble, clear and bright, In thy 'inner temple' dwelling, Veiled from mortal sight! Of that spirit meek and lowly, Yet so bold and free, In its all-absorbing, holy, Love of Liberty. Thou didst leave us, gentle brother, In thy manhood's pride; And we vainly seek another Heart so true and tried! Thou art dwelling with the angels In the spirit land! Chanting low and sweet evangels, 'Mid a seraph band. But when Freedom's champions rally 'Gainst the despot's sway, Then they mourn the friend and ally That has passed away. And when Liberty's bright banner Waves o'er land and sea, And is heard the loud hosanna Of the ransomed free,-- On its silken folds, in letters Traced with diamond bright, Shall thy name, the foe of fetters, Blaze in hues of light!
