Thomas Hovenden and John Brown's final moments
INTRODUCTION
- Wikipedia entry on John Brown → especially helpful are the sections 'Death and Aftermath', and 'Legacy'
- Wikipedia entry on the raid itself → chronology of exact events and figures involved
- History.com entry on John Brown and his raid → includes videos and other links
- U.S.History.org on John Brown's raid → brief summary of the raid and its greater meaning
TWO POEMS
Lydia Maria Child, a writer, abolitionist, and social activist, composed "The Hero's Heart" for an American Anti-Slavery Society program in Boston on January 26, 1860. It was reprinted in various publications shortly after. John Greenleaf Whittier's “Brown of Ossawatomie” was written a month earlier, in December 1859, the month of the execution (which was on December 2nd).
The Hero's Heart
(by Lydia Maria Child)
[When John Brown went from the jail to the gallows, in Charlestown,
Virginia, December 3, 1859, he stooped to kiss a little colored child.]
A winter sunshine, still and bright,
The Blue Hills bathed with golden light,
And earth was smiling to the sky,
When calmly he went forth to die.
Infernal passions festered there, [5]
Where peaceful Nature looked so fair;
And fiercely, in the morning sun,
Flashed glitt'ring bayonet and gun.
The old man met no friendly eye,
When last he looked on earth and sky; [10]
But one small child, with timid air,
Was gazing on his hoary hair.
As that dark brow to his upturned,
The tender heart within him yearned;
And, fondly stooping o'er her face, [15]
He kissed her for her injured race.
The little one she knew not why
That kind old man went forth to die;
Nor why, 'mid all that pomp and stir,
He stooped to give a kiss to her. [20]
But Jesus smiled that sight to see,
And said, "He did it unto me."
The golden harps then sweetly rung,
And this the song the angels sung:
"Who loves the poor doth love the Lord; [25]
Earth cannot dim thy bright reward:
We hover o'er yon gallows high,
And wait to bear thee to the sky."
The Hero's Heart
(by Lydia Maria Child)
[When John Brown went from the jail to the gallows, in Charlestown,
Virginia, December 3, 1859, he stooped to kiss a little colored child.]
A winter sunshine, still and bright,
The Blue Hills bathed with golden light,
And earth was smiling to the sky,
When calmly he went forth to die.
Infernal passions festered there, [5]
Where peaceful Nature looked so fair;
And fiercely, in the morning sun,
Flashed glitt'ring bayonet and gun.
The old man met no friendly eye,
When last he looked on earth and sky; [10]
But one small child, with timid air,
Was gazing on his hoary hair.
As that dark brow to his upturned,
The tender heart within him yearned;
And, fondly stooping o'er her face, [15]
He kissed her for her injured race.
The little one she knew not why
That kind old man went forth to die;
Nor why, 'mid all that pomp and stir,
He stooped to give a kiss to her. [20]
But Jesus smiled that sight to see,
And said, "He did it unto me."
The golden harps then sweetly rung,
And this the song the angels sung:
"Who loves the poor doth love the Lord; [25]
Earth cannot dim thy bright reward:
We hover o'er yon gallows high,
And wait to bear thee to the sky."
Brown of Ossawatomie
(by John Greenleaf Whittier)
John Brown of Ossawatomie spake
on his dying day:
"I will not have to shrive my soul a
priest in Slavery's pay.
But let some poor slave-mother whom I [5]
have striven to free,
With her children, from the gallows-
stair put up a prayer for me!"
John Brown of Ossawatomie, they led
him out to die; [10]
And lo! a poor slave-mother with her
little child pressed nigh.
Then the bold, blue eye grew tender,
and the old harsh face grew mild,
As he stooped between the jeering ranks [15]
and kissed the negro's child!
The shadows of his stormy life that mo-
ment fell apart;
And they who blamed the bloody hand
forgave the loving heart. [20]
That kiss from all its guilty means re-
deemed the good intent,
And round the grisly fighter's hair the
martyr's aureole bent!
Perish with him the folly that seeks [25]
through evil good!
Long live the generous purpose unstained
with human blood!
Not the raid of midnight terror, but the
thought which underlies; [30]
Not the borderer's pride of daring, but
the Christian's sacrifice.
Nevermore may yon Blue Ridges the
Northern rifle hear,
Nor see the light of blazing homes flash [35]
on the negro's spear.
But let the free-winged angel Truth
their guarded passes scale,
To teach that right is more than might,
and justice more than mail! [40]
So vainly shall Virginia set her battle
in array;
In vain her trampling squadrons knead
the winter snow with clay.
She may strike the pouncing eagle, but [45]
she dares not harm the dove;
And every gate she bars to Hate shall
open wide to Love!
(by John Greenleaf Whittier)
John Brown of Ossawatomie spake
on his dying day:
"I will not have to shrive my soul a
priest in Slavery's pay.
But let some poor slave-mother whom I [5]
have striven to free,
With her children, from the gallows-
stair put up a prayer for me!"
John Brown of Ossawatomie, they led
him out to die; [10]
And lo! a poor slave-mother with her
little child pressed nigh.
Then the bold, blue eye grew tender,
and the old harsh face grew mild,
As he stooped between the jeering ranks [15]
and kissed the negro's child!
The shadows of his stormy life that mo-
ment fell apart;
And they who blamed the bloody hand
forgave the loving heart. [20]
That kiss from all its guilty means re-
deemed the good intent,
And round the grisly fighter's hair the
martyr's aureole bent!
Perish with him the folly that seeks [25]
through evil good!
Long live the generous purpose unstained
with human blood!
Not the raid of midnight terror, but the
thought which underlies; [30]
Not the borderer's pride of daring, but
the Christian's sacrifice.
Nevermore may yon Blue Ridges the
Northern rifle hear,
Nor see the light of blazing homes flash [35]
on the negro's spear.
But let the free-winged angel Truth
their guarded passes scale,
To teach that right is more than might,
and justice more than mail! [40]
So vainly shall Virginia set her battle
in array;
In vain her trampling squadrons knead
the winter snow with clay.
She may strike the pouncing eagle, but [45]
she dares not harm the dove;
And every gate she bars to Hate shall
open wide to Love!
Discussion points / questions / activities
- What are the similarities in the three portrayals (one painting, and two poems) of John Brown's final moments? Think about what each poem chooses to specifically focus on in the imagined event of John Brown kissing a black child.
- Joe Lockard, as part of the Antislavery Literature Project, gives a detailed write-up of the issues surrounding John Brown's execution and these two poems:
"An earlier critic such as Cecil D. Eby found Whittier's poem “an unforgivable outrage upon [historical truth]" and asserted that it produced enormous social harm not only for misrepresentation but because it “agitated a nation already hovering precariously upon the brink of war.” (Eby, “Whittier’s Brown of Ossawatomie,” New England Quarterly 33 (Dec. 1960). In a contemporary reading, Zoe Trodd locates this poem within attempts to revise...an understanding of Brown’s rebellion, common among African Americans, as self-defense. The poem, she argues, constitutes an initial instance of many subsequent cultural attempts to gentle Brown’s legacy, denature the historical events, and avoid confronting the social implications of Brown’s violence." (Joe Lockard)
REFERENCES
Lydia Maria Child, The Freedmen’s Book (Boston: Fields, Osgood, & Co., 1869) 241.
Whittier, The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier (Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1892) 258.
Both poems can also be found here: http://antislavery.eserver.org/poetry/john-brown-poetry
Lydia Maria Child, The Freedmen’s Book (Boston: Fields, Osgood, & Co., 1869) 241.
Whittier, The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier (Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1892) 258.
Both poems can also be found here: http://antislavery.eserver.org/poetry/john-brown-poetry