The Present Age.

Say not the age is hard and cold -
    I think it brave and grand;
When men of diverse sects and creeds
    Are clasping hand in hand.

The Parsee from his sacred fires
    Beside the Christian kneels;
And clearer light to Islam's eyes
    The word of Christ reveals.

The Brahmin from his distant home
    Brings thoughts of ancient lore;
The Bhuddist breaking bonds of caste
    Divides mankind no more.

The meek-eyed sons of far Cathay
    Are welcome round the board;
Not greed, nor malice drives away
    These children of our Lord.

And Judah from whose trusted hands
    Came oracles divine;
Now sits with those around whose hearts
    The light of God doth shine.


Japan unbars her long sealed gates
    From islands far away;
Her sons are lifting up their eyes
    To greet the coming day.

The Indian child from forests wild
    Has learned to read and pray;
The tomahawk and scalping knife
    From him have passed away.

From centuries of servile toil
    The Negro finds release,
And builds the fanes of prayer and praise
    Unto the God of Peace.

England and Russia face to face
    With Central Asia meet;
And on the far Pacific coast,
    Chinese and natives greet.

Crusaders once with sword and shield
    The Holy Land to save;
From Moslem hands did strive to clutch
    The dear Redeemer's grave.

A battle greater, grander far
    Is for the present age;
A crusade for the rights of man
    To brighten history's page.

Where labor faints and bows her head,
    And want consorts with crime;
Or men grown faithless sadly say
    That evil is the time.

There is the field, the vantage ground
    For every earnest heart;
To side with justice, truth and right
    And act a noble part.

To save from ignorance and vice
    The poorest, humblest child;
To make our age the fairest one
    On which the sun has smiled;

To plant the roots of coming years
    In mercy, love and truth;
And bid our weary, saddened earth
    Again renew her youth.

Oh! earnest hearts! toil on in hope,
    'Till darkness shrinks from light;
To fill the earth with peace and joy,
    Let youth and age unite:


To stay the floods of sin and shame
    That sweep from shore to shore;
And furl the banners stained with blood,
    'Till war shall be no more.

Blame not the age, nor think it full
    Of evil and unrest;
But say of every other age,
    "This one shall be the best."

The age to brighten every path
    By sin and sorrow trod;
For loving hearts to usher in
    The commonwealth of God.

Frances Ellen Watkins Harper

Frances Ellen Watkins Harper was an African American abolitionist, suffragist, poet, teacher, public speaker, and writer. Born free in Baltimore, Maryland, she was one of the first African American women to be published in the United States. She was active in social reform movements and used her poetry and prose to advocate for abolition and women's rights. Her best-known works include the poetry collection "Forest Leaves" and the novel "Iola Leroy."

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The Lost Bells.

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The Night Of Death.

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Then And Now.

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The World's Age

Who will say the world is dying?
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Then And Now.

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And torn and bleeding martyrs trod
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Men sought for broader, freer life,
And plunged into the ocean's foam
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What We All Think

That age was older once than now,
In spite of locks untimely shed,
Or silvered on the youthful brow;
That babes make love and children wed.

That sunshine had a heavenly glow,
Which faded with those "good old days"
When winters came with deeper snow,
And autumns with a softer haze.

That - mother, sister, wife, or child -
The "best of women" each has known.
Were school-boys ever half so wild?
How young the grandpapas have grown!

That but for this our souls were free,
And but for that our lives were blest;
That in some season yet to be
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Whene'er we groan with ache or pain, -
Some common ailment of the race, -
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The Two Ages

On a great cathedral window I have seen
A Summer sunset swoon and sink away,
Lost in the splendours of immortal art.
Angels and saints and all the heavenly hosts,
With smiles undimmed by half a thousand years,
From wall and niche have met my lifted gale.
Sculpture and carving and illumined page,
And the fair, lofty dreams of architects,
That speak of beauty to the centuries -
All these have fed me with divine repasts.
Yet in my mouth is left a bitter taste,
The taste of blood that stained that age of art.

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And hideous structure of the guillotine;
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But songs to thrill the hearts of men
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Let me make the songs for the weary,
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Till hearts shall relax their tension,
    And careworn brows forget.

Let me sing for little children,
    Before their footsteps stray,
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    When shadows dim their sight;
Of the bright and restful mansions,
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