Poetry of Kansas

John Brown

Had he been made of such poor clay as we,
Who, when we feel a little fire aglow 
'Gainst wrong within us, dare not let it grow, 
But crouch and hide it, lest the scorner see 
And sneer, yet bask our self-complacency 
In that faint warmth__had he been fashioned so,
The nation n'er had come to that birth-throe 
That gave the world a new humanity. 
He was no vain professor of the word__
His life a mockery of the creed;__he made
No discount on the Golden Rule, but heard 
Above the Senate's brawls and din of trade 
Ever the clank of chains, until he stirred 
The nation's heart on that immortal raid. 
__Willam Herbert Carruth.

Sunflowers, A Book of Kansas Poems
Selected by Willard Wattles
(Chicago: A. C. McClurg. 1916)
Page 49

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