Fair is the world that smiles upon us now; Blue are the skies of June, balmy the air That soothes with touches soft the weary brow; And perfect days glide into perfect nights,-- Moonlit and calm; but still our grateful hearts Are sad, and faint with fear,--for thou art gone!
In this passage, Grimké contrasts the beauty of the world with the sorrow of loss, capturing the complexity of grief.
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With unerring moral instinct he had from the start placed his reliance "on nothing but the eternal principles of justice for the speedy overthrow of slavery.
When he had ceased speaking I said to those around me: 'That is a providential man; he is a prophet; he will shake our nation to its center, but he will shake slavery out of it.
And in this moral mud there bred apace bestiality and cruelty, superstition and sensuality, tyranny and fear--the black brood of man's inhumanity to man.
It would reappear as Negro serfdom unless placed in the way of utter extinction.