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 Shall feel the hope, within his bosom dying, Let it go forth! The millions who are gazing And unto God devout thanksgiving raising, Oh, for your ancient freedom, pure and holy, 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 To the wrong, when clothed with power Oh! to see them meanly cling, Tell me not that this must be: Right the wronged, and raise the weak. Not to fawn on wealth and state, Nor to paint the new life's bliss Not for words and works like these, And to level manhood bring Thine to work as well as pray Watching on the hills of Faith; God's interpreter art thou, Catching gleams of temple spires, Like the seer of Patmos gazing, HE SLAVES OF MARTINIQUE. JUGASTED BY A DAGUERREOTYPE FROM A FRENCH ENGRAVING. BEAMS of noon, like burning lances, through the tree-tops flash and glisten, As she stands before her lover, with raised face to look and listen. Dark, but comely, like the maiden in the ancient Jewish song: Scarcely has the toil of task-fields done her graceful beauty wrong. He, the strong one and the manly, with the vassal's arb and hue, Holding still his spirit's birthright, to his higher nature true; Hiding deep the strengthening purpose of a freeman in his heart, As the greegree holds his Fetich from the white man's gaze apart. Ever foremost of his comrades, when the drivers morning horn Calls away to stifling mill-house, to the fields of cane and corn: |