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John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892). The Poetical Works in Four Volumes. 1892.

Anti-Slavery Poems

Lines on the Portrait of a Celebrated Publisher

  • The lines following were addressed to a magazine publisher, who, alarmed for his Southern circulation, not only dropped the name of Grace Greenwood from his list of contributors, but made an offensive parade of his action, with the view of strengthening his position among slaveholders and conservatives. By some coincidence his portrait was issued about the same time.


  • A MOONY breadth of virgin face,

    By thought unviolated;

    A patient mouth, to take from scorn

    The hook with bank-notes baited!

    Its self-complacent sleekness shows

    How thrift goes with the fawner;

    An unctuous unconcern of all

    Which nice folks call dishonor!

    A pleasant print to peddle out

    In lands of rice and cotton;

    The model of that face in dough

    Would make the artist’s fortune.

    For Fame to thee has come unsought,

    While others vainly woo her,

    In proof how mean a thing can make

    A great man of its doer.

    To whom shall men thyself compare,

    Since common models fail ’em,

    Save classic goose of ancient Rome,

    Or sacred ass of Balaam?

    The gabble of that wakeful goose

    Saved Rome from sack of Brennus;

    The braying of the prophet’s ass

    Betrayed the angel’s menace!

    So when Guy Fawkes, in petticoats,

    And azure-tinted hose on,

    Was twisting from thy love-lorn sheets

    The slow-match of explosion—

    An earthquake blast that would have tossed

    The Union as a feather,

    Thy instinct saved a perilled land

    And perilled purse together.

    Just think of Carolina’s sage

    Sent whirling like a Dervis,

    Of Quattlebum in middle air

    Performing strange drill-service!

    Doomed like Assyria’s lord of old,

    Who fell before the Jewess,

    Or sad Abimelech, to sigh,

    “Alas! a woman slew us!”

    Thou saw’st beneath a fair disguise

    The danger darkly lurking,

    And maiden bodice dreaded more

    Than warrior’s steel-wrought jerkin.

    How keen to scent the hidden plot!

    How prompt wert thou to balk it,

    With patriot zeal and pedler thrift,

    For country and for pocket!

    Thy likeness here is doubtless well,

    But higher honor ’s due it;

    On auction-block and negro-jail

    Admiring eyes should view it.

    Or, hung aloft, it well might grace

    The nation’s senate-chamber—

    A greedy Northern bottle-fly

    Preserved in Slavery’s amber!

    1850.