"Let bogus votes 19 and bogus laws 20 Stand as the will of God! Drive out 21 The Higher Law!' 22 Let him not spout 23 His treason here! The righteous cause "Of slavery is recognized By the first law of man and God;- Shall stand no man, unless he nod "And taken into fellowship With all the dear, beloved ones Who are not classed with Freedom's sons. Of iron hail! and then let slip "The dogs of War! Let no church ope Brave Kansas! Now thy bitter hour PARDEE BUTLER. Strange craft appears upon the breast Of swift Missouri's stream, a boat Of two logs made, bound fast to float, Had made his name. Upon his crest The letter "R" is stamped;-and flags 25 CHARLES W. DOW. Now falls the innocent young Dow, WILLIAM PHILLIPS. Brave Phillips, to the call of Truth, Torn from his home, where tender ties Bind fast the heart, borne to the den Of slimy Vice and Hate, and then Shorn of his hair, and bare as when On earth he came, prostrate he lies, A fresh victim to Slavery's cause. Game of the knights of tar and rail! Doomed to the auction block and sale! He passed a work of rare entail According to the "bogus" laws. This done, and sanctioned by a call As well as king, came this conclave THOMAS W. BARBER. And Barber fell in rural shade, Where loving wife had taught to twine Around his door the blooming vine, Who shared his kiss in love divine And his bright home an Eden made. 28 How sad and cold the wintry day, When his soul passed within the vale Of death. The winds took up the wail Of grief, and bore it on the gale. Then freemen gazed on his cold clay, And called on Heaven, and raised the hand ANDREW H. REEDER. Then Reeder's life they seek. 2 9 The red Hand of Murder now waits to strike. For he had learned to love this land Then in his secret refuge waits For his escape, what oaths he hears! What direful threats! what torture bears ! What serves the honors that he wears? All these would fall by Southern hates. Now sees, within his recess dim, How yearns for home, where weeping wife And waiting children pray for him! THE INVASION. Blow now the blast of direful War! Call in the hordes of Southern Rights!" Come from Virginia's mountain heights! A solid phalanx on the call Of sheriff! Let her bring her small Arms and weighty cannon, and all Her chivalry, to crush the North. 31 LAWRENCE. Why? Nestled in the lovely vale Of May. Sweet Lawrence! Freedom's child! |