But, when the task was done, kept pouring still, master drowned! So, Carolinian, it may prove with thee, For God still overrules man's schemes, and takes May leave to freer States the same wide door LINES, WRITTEN on the adoption of Pinckney's Resolutions, in the House of Representatives, and the passage of Calhoun's "Bill for excluding papers written or printed, touching the subject of Slavery from the U. S. Post-office," in the Senate of the United States. MEN of the North-land! where's the manly 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 quenched within us, Stoops the strong manhood of our souls so low, That Mammon's lure or Party's wile can win us To silence now? Now, 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 forge his human fetters, Here the false jurist human rights deny, And, in the church, their proud and skilled abettors Make truth a lie ? Torture the pages of the hallowed Bible, Both man and God? Shall our New England stand erect no longer, Day after day? Oh, no; methinks from all her wild, green mountains From valleys where her slumbering fathers lieFrom her blue rivers and her welling fountains, And clear, cold sky— From her rough coast, and isles, which hungry Ocean Gnaws with his surges from the fisher's skiff, With white sail swaying to the billows' motion Round rock and cliff From the free fire-side of her unbought farmerFrom her free laborer at his loom and wheel From the brown smith-shop, where, beneath the hammer, Rings the red steel From each and all, if God hath not forsaken Startling and stern! the Northern winds shall bear it Over Potomac's to St. Mary's wave; And buried Freedom shall awake to hear it Within her grave. Oh, let that voice go forth! The bondman sighing By Santee's wave, in Mississippi's cane, Shall feel the hope, within his bosom dying, Revive again. Let it go forth! The millions who are gazing And unto God devout thanksgiving raising, Oh, for your ancient freedom, pure and holy, For the wronged captive, bleeding, crushed, and lowly, Let it go forth! Sons of the best of fathers! will ye falter The fire awake! Prayer-strengthened for the trial, come together, Put on the harness for the moral fight, And, with the blessing of your Heavenly Father, MAINTAIN THE RIGHT! THE CURSE OF THE CHARTERBREAKERS.37 In Westminster's royal halls, Closed around the waiting crowd, Stood to hear the priest rehearse, "Right of voice in framing laws, "Whoso lays his hand on these, "Be he Prince or belted knight, "Thou, who to thy Church hast given Silent, while that curse was said, Seven times the bells have tolled, Since the priesthood, like a tower, Gone, thank God, their wizard spell, Now, too oft the priesthood wait Fraud exults, while solemn words Not on them the poor rely, Not to them looks liberty, Who with fawning falsehood cower Oh! to see them meanly cling, |