We sung the mass of lances from morn till eve.
THE dawn of the New Year was brightened by the Emancipation. Longfellow at evening wrote in his journal: "A beautiful day, full of sunshine, ending in a tranquil moonlight. May it be symbolical!"
On that evening, at the Boston Music Hall, crowded with eager and happy people, white and black, a Jubilee Concert was held. Mr. George Willis Cooke tells of Mr. Dwight's zeal and success in carrying out the plan. Noble music from Beethoven, Mendelssohn, Handel, and Rossini was included in the programme and some of the best singers and musicians in Boston joined their gifts to make it an inspiring occasion. Emerson had written the poem which he was asked to read at the opening:1 --
The word of the Lord by night
To the watching Pilgrims came,
As they sat by the seaside,
And filled their hearts with flame.
God said, I am tired of kings,
I suffer them no more;
Up to my ear the morning brings
The outrage of the poor.
. . . . . . .
My angel, -- his name is Freedom, --
Choose him to be your king;
He shall cut pathways east and west
And fend you with his wing.
Lo! I uncover the land
Which I hid of old time in the West,
As a sculptor uncovers the statue
When he has wrought his best.