THE North Star whispers: “You are one
Of those whose course no chance can change.
You blunder, but are not undone,
Your spirit-task is fixed and strange.
“When here you walk, a bloodless shade,
A singer all men else forget.
Your chants of hammer, forge and spade
Will move the prarie-village yet.
“That young, stiff-necked, reviling town
Beholds your fancies on her walls,
And paints them out or tears them down,
Or bars them from her feasting halls.
“Yet shall the fragments still remain;
Yet shall remain some watch-tower strong
That ivy-vines will not disdain,
Haunted and trembling with your song.
“Your flambeau in the dusk shall burn,
Flame high in storms, flame white and clear;
Your ghost in gleaming robes return
And burn a deathless incense here.”
It’s about the movement of the Abolitionists. Frederick Douglass the ex-slave and great orator/abolitionist started the North Star newspaper in his heroic struggle to free Amereican Negroes from bondage. the poem is a tribute and an appreciation of the struggle to eliminate racial prejudice in America, a subject very dear to Lindsey’s heart and Soul. He’s a Revolutionary Poet and a gentleman.