Fearless John poem by JM Harrison
'TEARLESS JOHN.\ O brave and fearless lover of thy race Who believes all battles can be won, And fights to see fair Justice done; Nor cares how far or remote be the place. O for a nation of true men like thee, our cause to fight I Always for sweet liberty and right. Alike on mountains and thro' vales And never let the one word, "blaek"^ Make Justice partial in her scales. While older leaders of our race Said all was lost Thy presence was despatched in haste. Nor cared for cost. While others faltered thou hast gone and been to prisoners as a ray of sun; To bid them hope and cease weeping of scaffold and of rope. Poor Pokey and Mary, now in Rich? mond's jail, Saw a state's ears deaf to their truth? ful tale, Until thou came and told them hope was theirs; To pray to God and dry their tears. Now sympathy comes o'er land and sea, for their sweet liberty. And when the deeds of great men Bhall be told ^p On history's tablet In letters gold : Thy name shall be among those which honor the 1 Unscarred by time unmouldered by the Age's roi*t. God grant thee a long life in this lar.d, To shield the blows struck at Ethiopi? an own, Vc*??'! lynchers' masks shall be torn by thy great hand ; And black prejudice in their rebellious faces shown, To a people who sing, "My country of thee, t land of liberty," and mean not, For 'white' did our fathers die To make "sweet liberty "a living lie." Dedicated to John Mitchell, Jr., by James M. Harrison, October 22, '95. Norfolk, Va.