Harriet Beecher Stowe
She told the story, and the whole world weptAt wrongs and cruelties it had not knownBut for this fearless woman’s voice alone.She spoke to consciences that long had slept:Her message, Freedom’s clear reveille, sweptFrom heedless hovel to complacent throne.Command and prophecy were in the toneAnd from its sheath the sword of justice leapt.Around two peoples swelled a fiery wave,But both came forth transfigured from the flame.Blest be the hand that dared be strong to save,And blest be she who in our weakness came—Prophet and priestess! At one stroke she gaveA race to freedom and herself to fame.