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From each and all, if God hath not forsaken Our land, and left us to an evil choice,
Written on the adoption of Pinckney's Resolutions, in the Loud as the summer thunderbolt shall waken
House of Representatives, and the passage of Calhoun's "Bill of Abominations" to a second reading, in the Senate of the United States.
BY JOHN G. WHITTIER.
Now, by our fathers' ashes! where's the spirit Of the true-hearted and the unshackled gone? Sons of old freemen, do we but inherit
Their names alone?
Is the old Pilgrim spirit quench'd within us? Stoops the proud manhood of our souls so low, That Mammon's lure or Party's wile can win us To silence now?
No. When our land to ruin's brink is verging,
What! shall we henceforth humbly ask as favors Rights all our own? In madness shall we barter, For treacherous peace, the FREEDOM Nature gave us, God and our charter?
Here shall the statesman seek the free to fetter? Here Lynch law light its horrid fires on high? And, in the church, their proud and skill'd abettor, Make truth a lie?
A PEOPLE'S VOICE.
Startling and stern! the Northern winds shall bear it
And buried Freedom shall awake to hear it
Oh, let that voice go forth! The bondman sighing
Oh, for your ancient freedom, pure and holy,
Sons of the best of fathers! will ye falter
The fire awake!
Prayer-strengthen'd for the trial, come together,
THE VOICE OF BLOOD.
BY J. BLANCHARD.
Elijah Parrish Lovejoy was shot down by a mob at Alton Illinois, 11th mo. 7th, 1837, for exercising in his paper his right of free speech with regard to American Slavery.
I'm the voice of blood! and I wail along
It sung to the answering sky.
One breath, one shuddering breath—a moan
It comes to thee, ALTON, by day or by night,
And the child, when he hears it, shall cry for light,
In street, lane, and alley, in parlor and hall,
"O could ye not hear when the young mother plead For the babe starting wild by her side?— Must her husband's cold bosom then pillow her head, And her warm kiss, impressed on the lips of the dead,
Excite no emotion but pride!
I tell thee, Proud City, the vengeance of God,
Rouse, rouse thee!-or purchase for Freedom a
And bury your hopes in her grave,—
With a curse on their lip and a scowl in their eye,
"Ho! here go the sons of the brave?"
ELIJAH P. LOVEJOY.
BY WILLIAM H. BURLEIGH.
Weep-for a brother fallen!--weep for him
Shall meet his doom? Thou only knowest, God!
Though drunk with agony the soul should reel!
Farewell!-thy rest is won!
BY JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL.
He stood upon the world's broad threshold; wide
He saw God stand upon the weaker side,
Wake, wake, ILLINOIS! for through prairie and Many there were who made great haste and sold glen
There is blood!-there's the voice of blood!
In the fields where your free dwellings stood.
Unto the cunning enemy their swords;
He scorned their gifts of fame, and power, and gold,
So he could be the nearer to God's heart,
And what, but more than slaves, are they,
The ox, that treadeth out the corn, Thou shalt not muzzle.'_Thus saith God. And will ye muzzle the free-born,
The man, the owner of the sod,— Who gives the grazing ox his meat,' And you,-his servants here,-your seat?
There's a cloud, blackening up the sky! East, west, and north its curtain spreads; Lift to its muttering folds your eye!
Beware! for, bursting on your heads, It hath a force to bear you down ;'Tis an insulted people's frown.
Ye may have heard of the Soultán,
Their barracks, near the Atmeidán,
He barred, and fired;-and their death-yell Went to the stars,-and their blood ran, In brooks, across the Atmeidán.
The despot spake; and, in one night, The deed was done. He wields, alone, The sceptre of the Ottomite,
And brooks no brother near his throne. Even now, the bow-string, at his beck, Goes round his mightiest subject's neck;
Yet will he, in his saddle, stoop,I've seen him, in his palace-yard,— To take petitions from a troop
Of women, who, behind his guard, Come up, their several suits to press, To state their wrongs, and ask redress.
And these, into his house of prayer,
I've seen him take; and, as he spreads
His own before his Maker there,
These women's prayers he hears or reads ;— For, while he wears the diadem,
He is instead of God to them.
And this he must do. He may grant,
Or may deny; but hear he must. Were his Seven Towers all adamant,
They'd soon be levelled with the dust, And public feeling' make short work,Should he not hear them,-with the Turk.
Nay, start not from your chairs, in dread
As once upon your house they fell.
A weapen that comes down as still
As lightning does the will of God; And from its force, nor doors nor locks Can shield you ;-'tis the ballot-box.
Black as your deed shall be the balls
That from that box shall pour like hail! And when the storm upon you falls,
How will your craven cheeks turn pale! For, at its coming though ye laugh, 'T will sweep you from your hall, like chaff.
Not women, now,-the people pray.
Hear us, or from us ye will hear! Beware!-a desperate game ye play!
The men that thicken in your rear,―
Kings though ye be,-may not be scorned.
BY JOHN PIERPONT.
If the pulpit be silent, whenever or wherever there may be a sinner, bloody with this guilt, within the hearing of its voice, the pulpit is false to its trust.'-D. WEBSTER. Wake! children of the men who said,
All are born free!'-Their spirits come
In Freedom's holy martyrdom,
So firmly on your necks,-while deep
Calling you slaves ?-Then prove ye're not;
Whose blood has flowed through chains for ages;
Yes, men of God! ye may not speak,
As, by the Word of God, ye're bidden; By the pressed lip,-the blanching cheek,
Ye feel yourselves rebuked and chidden;‡ And, if ye're not cast out, ye fear it ;And why ?—‹ The brethren' will not hear it. Since, then, through pulpit, or through press, To prove your freedom ye're not able, Go,-like the Sun of Righteousness, By wise men honored,-to a stable! Bend there to Liberty your knee! Say there that God made all men free!
Bear witness, heights of Alton! + Bear witness, bones of Lovejoy! Bear witness, Grounds of Complaint preferred against the Rev. John Pierpont, by a Committtee of the Parish, called The Proprietors of Hollis street Meeting house," to be submitted to an Ecclesiastical Council, as Reasons for dissolving his Connexion with said Parish, July 27th, 1840: one of which runs thus: Because of his too busy interference with questions of legislation on the subject of prohibiting the sale of ardent spirits of his too busy interference with questions of legislation on the subject of imprisonment for debt;-of his too busy interference with the popular controversy on the subject of the abolition of slavery.' And this, in the eighteen hundred and fortieth year of Him whom the Lord sent to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound!'
Even there,―ere Freedom's vows ye've plighted,
And ye're driven out by Slavery's imps.*
On your own servants, through the door
Ye lift to Heaven, to swear ye're free,
Yes,-tear a flag, that Tartar hordes
* Bear witness, that large upper room,' the hay-loft over the stable of the Marlborough Hotel, standing upon the ground now covered by the Marlborough Chapel; the only temple in Boston, into which the friends of human liberty, that is, of the liberty of man as man, irrespective of color or caste, could gain admittance for the annual meeting of the Massachusetts Anti-Slavery Society, January 25th, 1837. witness, too, that smaller room in Summer street, where a meeting was held the same day, by members of the same Society; where their only altar was an iron stove,--their only incense, the fumes of a quantity of cayenne pepper, that some of the 'imps' had sprinkled upon the hot stove-plates, to drive the friends of the freedom of all men out of that little asylum.
†Bear witness, ye ruins of Pennsylvania Hall !'-a heap of ruins made by a Philadelphia mob, May 17th, 1838,--and allowed to remain a heap of ruins, as I was lately told in Philadelphia, from the fear, on the part of the city government, that, should the noble structure be reared again, and dedicated again to Liberty, the fiery tragedy of the 17th of May would be encored.
+ Bear witness, Florida war, from first to last. Bear witness, ghost of the great-hearted, brokenhearted Osceola !