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The long bound vassal of the exulting South
For very shame her self-forged chain has brokenTorn the black seal of slavery from her mouth,
And in the clear tones of her old time spoken ! Oh, all undreamed of, all unhoped for changes !
The tyrant's ally proves his sternest foe;
New Hampshire thunders an indignant No!
Look upward to those Northern mountains cold,
Flouted by Freedom's victor-flag unrolled, And gather strength to bear a manlier part ! All is not lost. The angel of God's blessing.
Encamps with Freedom on the field of fight; Still to her banner, day by day, are pressing,
Unlooked for allies, striking for the right! Courage, then, Northern hearts !—Be firm, be true: What one brave State hath done, can ye not also
THE NEW YEAR:
ADDRESSED TO THE PATRONS OF THE PENNSYLVANIA FREEMAN.
The wave is breaking on the shore
The echo fading from the chime-
Oh, seer-seen Angel! waiting now
With weary feet on sea and shore, Impatient for the last dread vow
That time shall be no more!
Once more across thy sleepless eye
The semblance of a smile has passed; The year departing leaves more nigh
Time's fearfullest and last.
Oh! in that dying year hath been
The sum of all since time beganThe birth and death, the joy and pain,
Of Nature and of Man.
Spring, with her change of sun and shower,
And streams released from winter's chain, And bursting bud, and opening flower,
And greenly growing grain;
And Summer's shado, and sunshine warm,
And rainbows o'er her hill-tops bowed, And voices in her rising storm
God speaking from his cloud !And Autumn's fruits and clustering sheaves,
And soft, warm days of golden light,
And harvest-moon at night ;
And prisoned stream, and drifting snow,
And of her earth below :-
With earth's low instincts finds abode
Brute nature to her God;
His infant eye hath seen the light, .
His childhood's merriest laughter rung, And active sports to manlier might
The nerves of boyhood strung ! And quiet love, and passion's fires,
Have soothed or burned in manhood's breast, And lofty aims and low desires
By turns disturbed his rest.
The wailing of the newly-born
llas mingled with the funeral knell; And o'er the dying's ear has gone
The merry marriage-bell. And Wealth has filled his halls with mirth,
While Want, in many a humble shed, Tailed, shivering by her cheerless hearth,
The live-long night for bread.
The sport of lust, and pride, and scorn! Plucked off the crown his Maker gave
His regal manhood gone!
Blackened with slavery's blight and ban, That human chattel drags his chains
An uncreated man !
And still, where'er to sun and breeze,
My country, is thy flag unrolled,
A stain on every fold.
It gathers scorn from every eye,
Whene'er it passes by. Shame ! shame ! its starry splendors glow
Above the slaver's loathsome jail-
His crimson flag of sale.
The trade in human flesh is driven,
A human heart is riven.
And this, too, sanctioned by the men,
Vested with power to shield the ught,
Wide open to the light.
Men of the North, subdued and still ;
To work a master's will.
Sold—bargained off for Southern votes
A passive herd of Northern mules, Just braying through their purchased throats
Whate'er their owner rules.
And he 35—the basest of the base
The vilest of the vile--whose name, Embalmed in infinite disgrace,
Is deathless in its shame !
A tool-to bolt the people's door
Against the people clamoring there, An ass—to trample on their floor
A people's right of prayer!
Nailed to his self-made gibbet fast,
Self-pilloried to the public view,
Of scorn to whistle through ;
Of Southrons o'er their pliant tool
“ Sacred to ridicule !”
Look we at home !-our noble hall,
To Freedom's holy purpose given, Now rears its black and ruined wall,
Beneath the wintry heaven
Telling the story of its doom
The fiendish mob—the prostrate law-
Our gazing thousands saw.
Torn from him :—and the sons of those
Sprinkled the Jersey snows, Vutlawed within the land of Penn,
That Slavery's guilty fears might cease, And those whom God created men,
Toil on as brutes in peace.
Yet o'er the blackness of the storm,
A bow of promise bends on high,
Break through our clouded sky.
Of freemen rising for the right :
Each hill its signal light.
The strengthening light of freedom shines, Rhode Island's Narragansett Bay-.
And Vermont's snow-hung pines !
From Hudson's frowning palisades
To Alleghany's laurelled crest,
It shines upon the West.
In Slavery's land of woe and sin,
Let Heaven's own light break in.