John P. Altgeld (poem)
From The Libertarian Labyrinth
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John P. Altgeld
- There was a tableau! Liberty's clear light
- Shone never on a braver scene than that,
- Here was a prison, there a Man, who sat
- High in the halls of State! Beyond, the might
- Of Ignorance and mobs whose hireling Press
- Yells at their bidding like the slaver's hounds,
- Ready with coarse caprice to curse or bless,
- To make or unmake rulers!— Lo, there sounds
- A grating of the doors! And three poor men
- Helpless and hated, having naught to give,
- Come from their long-sealed tomb, look up, and live,
- And thank this Man that they are free again.
- And He—to all the world this Man dares say:
- "Curse as you will! I have been just this day."
- Voltairine de Cleyre, “John P. Altgeld,” The Open Court 7, no. 34 (August 24, 1893): 3782.
- Voltairine de Cleyre and Voltairine de Cleyre, “John Peter Altgeld,” The Public 18, no. 920 (September 19, 1915): 888.