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As if she heard upon her air
of Freedom float.
rosy fields and gales of balm,
On Jura's rocky wall is thrown, And from the olive bowers of France
And vine groves garlanding the Rhone, “ Friends of the Blacks," as true and tried As those who stood by Oge's side, And heard the Haytien's tale of wrong, Shall gather at that summons strongBroglie, Passy, and him whose song Breathed over Syria's holy sod, And in the paths which Jesus trod, And murmured midst the hills which hem Crownless and sad Jerusalem, Hath echoes wheresoe'er the tone Of Israel's prophet-lyre is known.
Still let them come—from Quito's walls,
And from the Oronoco's tide,
Men who by swart Guerrero's side
And hailed in every sable serf
Have followed Freedom's flowing pennon,
The fire-burst of Bolivar's cannon !
Shall send the sons of those who hurled
from her Petion's band,
Thy Moslem mercy yet may shame
Within their ancient hallowed waters--
song of Nubia’s sable daughters,
Have echoed back the cymbal sound
And victor horn of Ibrahim.
And thou whose glory and whose crime
The herald-sign of Freedom's dawn !
And watched thy rising from afar, That vapors from oppression's fen
Would cloud the upward tending star? Or, that earth's tyrant powers, which heard,
Awe-struck, the shout which hailed thy dawning, Would rise so soon, prince, peer,
and king, To mock thee with their welcoming, Like Hades when her thrones were stirred
To greet the down-cast Star of Morning! “Aha! and art thou fallen thus ? Art THOU become as one of us?”
Land of my fathers !-there will stand,
A holy gathering !-peaceful all-
For vengeance on an erring brother;
To love and reverence one another,
battlements and towersHer lemon groves and tropic bowers, With bitter hate and sullen fear Its freedom-giving voice shall hear; And where my country's flag is flowing, On breezes from Mount Vernon blowing
Above the Nation's council halls, Where Freedom's praise is loud and long,
While, close beneath the outward walls The driver plies his reeking thong
The hammer of the man-thief falls, O’er hypocritic cheek and brow The crimson flush of shame shall glow: And all who for their native land Are pledging life and heart and handWorn watchers o'er her changing weal, Who for her tarnished honor feel — Through cottage-door and council-hall Shall thunder an awakening call. The
pen along its page shall burn With all intolerable scornAn eloquent rebuke shall go On all the winds that Southward blow From priestly lips, now sealed and dumb, Warning and dread appeal shall come, Like those which Israel heard from him, The Prophet of the Cherubim
Or those which sad Esaias hurled
As fearful in the despot's hall
The fire-sign on the palace wall !
To note her tardy justice done-
Her prisons opening to the sun :-
Her regal emblem now no longer A bird of prey, with talons reeking, Above the dying captive shrieking, But, spreading out her ample wingA broad, impartial covering
The weaker sheltered by the stronger! Oh! then to Faith's anointed eyes
The promised token shall be given ; And on a nation's sacrifice,
Atoning for the sin of years, And wet with penitential tears-The fire shall fall from Heaven !
God bless New Hampshire !—from her granite
peaks Once more the voice of Stark and Langdon speaks