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Thy home may be lovely, but round it I hear The crack of the whip and the footsteps of fear!
And the sky of thy South may be brighter than
ours, And greener thy landscapes, and fairer thy flowers; But, dearer the blast round our mountains which
raves, Than the sweet summer zephyr which breathes
over slaves !
Full low at thy bidding thy negroes may kneel,
TO W. L. G.
CHAMPION of those who groan beneath
Oppression's iron hand:
I see thee fearless stand.
In the steadfast strength of truth,
And promise of thy youth.
Go on !-for thou hast chosen well;
On in the strength of God!
Beneath the tyrant's rod.
As thou hast ever spoken,
The fetter's link be broken!
I love thee with a brother's love,
I feel my pulses thrill,
The cloud of human ill.
And echo back thy words,
And flash of kindred swords !
They tell me thou art rash and vain
A searcher after fame;
A long enduring name;
And steeled the Afric's heart, .
And rend his chain apart.
Have I not known thee well, and read
Thy mighty purpose long
Thy human spirit strong?
Avail with one like me,
faith And earnest trust in thee?
Go on--the dagger's point may glare
Amid thy pathway's gloom--
Is glorious martyrdom!
And wait thy sure reward
And God alone be Lord !
SONG OF THE FREE.
PRIDE of New England !
Soul of our fathers ! Shrink we all craven-like,
When the storm gathers ? What though the tempest be
Over us lowering, Where's the New Englander
Shamefully cowering ? Graves green and holy
Around us are lying, Free were the sleepers all,
Living and dying!
Back with the Southerner's
Padlocks and scourges ! Go-let him fetter down
Ocean's free surges ! Go-let him silence
Winds, clouds, and waters Never New England's own
Free sons and daughters! Free as our rivers are
Ocean-ward going— Free as the breezes are
Over us blowing.
Up to our altars, then,
Haste we, and summon Courage and loveliness,
Manhood and woman! Deep let our pledges be:
Freedom for ever! Truce with oppression,
Never, oh! never ! By our own birthright-gift,
Granted of Heaven
Freedom for heart and lip,
Be the pledge given!
If we have whispered truth,
Whisper no longer;
Sterner and stronger;
Louder and firmer,
With the deep murmur:
Freedom for ever!
Never, oh! never!
THE HUNTERS OF MEN
HAVE ye heard of our hunting, o'er mountain and
glen, Through cane-brake and forest—the hunting of
men ? The lords of our land to this hunting have gone, As the fox-hunter follows the sound of the horn; Hark !-the cheer and the hallo!-the crack of the
whip, And the yell of the hound as he fastens his grip! All blithe are our hunters, and noble their match Though hundreds are caught, there are millions to
catch. So speed to their hunting, o'er mountain and glen, Through cane-brake and forest-the hunting of
Gay luck to our hunters !—how nobly they ride
The priest with his cassock fiung back on the
wind, Just screening the politic statesman behindThe saint and the sinner, with cursing and prayerThe drunk and the sober, ride merrily there. And woman-kind woman-wife, widow, and maid, For the good of the hunted, is lending her aid : Her foot's in the stirrup, her hand on the rein, How blithely she rides to the hunting of men !
Oh! goodly and grand is our hunting to see,
free." Priest, warrior, and statesman, from Georgia to
Maine, All mounting the saddle--all grasping the reinRight merrily hunting the black man, whose sin Is the curl of his hair and the hue of his skin ! Woe, now, to the hunted who turns him at bay! Will our hunters be turned from their purpose and
Will their hearts fail within them ?-their nerves
tremble, when All roughly they ride to the hunting of men ?
Ho!-ALMS for our hunters ! all weary and faint Wax the curse of the sinner and prayer of the
saint. The horn is wound faintly—the echoes are still, Over cane-brake and river, and forest and hill. Haste—alms for our hunters ! the hunted once more Have turned from their flight with their backs to
the shore : What right have they here in the home of the white, Shadowed o'er by our banner of Freedom and
Right ? Ho!-alms for the hunters / or never again Will they ride in their pomp to the hunting of