The Sun.
London, England, 1842-02-03 00:00:00

THE UNTHRALLING of the GOD.
OR, FREE-TRADE TYPIFIED.

" When we attempt so much as the opening of our Ports to
all articles employed in reproduction, we may without waiting
or a single negotiation, fearlessly hoist the banner of FREE_
TRADE to all nations. LAZARUS BOUND HAND AND FOOT
STRUGGLES TO STEP OUT INTO THE OPEN PAY. WHOSE SHALL
BE THE 'VOICE TO PROCLAIM, " LOOSE HIM, AND LET HIM
0! " Morning Chronicle, Jan. 28.

I.
A God—who was a great and beauteous God,
While the old. Patriarchs ruled earth's early sod—
Etnbow'd by proud Oppression, and o'er-trod,
Now lonely lies, all Lazar-like of heap,
Pent in an Isle round which blue waters leap
Him the Oppressors have enthrall'd in irons—
Him watchful warding like unslumb'ring lions.
For, truthfully, they know
Might but that God abroad his bright arms throw—
Might but his strengths awake,
And his cramp bonds asunder from him break,
Round the great 'World his giant feet would scour,
And fold its zones in harvest, vine, and flower ;
Press'd by his touch the desert-place should shine
Palm -crown'd, and rosy-sown, and flush with wine
Like golden shieldS in king's apartments hung
The banded corn-sheaves should about be flung ;
Plenty be spread like sunlight on Earth's floors,
And Joy harp ever at her happy doors. .

Wherefore, 0 men, how long
Shall day irrevolubly roll on day,
Away, and yet away
Ere that all-puissant voice
Prompt to relieve from sufferance and wrong,
Like a great-trumpet, seven-times voie'd and strong
Shall pour its solemnness sublime and long,
And forth in thunders this commandment throw—
" LOOSE HIM, AND LET HIM GO !"

How long, 0 men, how long
Shall the delivering God in thraldom stay !
How long shall day to day
Repeat its aching history of wrong.
The fields that since God's flood-time have lain fallow,
Sigh to be clothed in corn of gold and yellow;
Cry out the hills of vines
To wave in purple, dropping with sweet wines,
And hang aloof their sunny-reigning clusters,
Lit with transparent lustres ;
While Earth her balmy virgin-bosom high
Heaves with desire to bear and fructify :
How long—bow long • -
E'er the great voice abroad its mandate throw,
" LOOSE HIM, AND LET HIM GO!"

Not long—not surely long
Time shall her hour prolong,
E'er the great God shall wholly be delivered,—
Be all his shackles shivered ;
Not long—not surely long,
E'er Earth delighted rolls
With richer music in her silver poles ;
E'er her long-barren Star,
Shall don a gold and emerald symar ;
And her sad empty horn
Blush all abundantly with wine and corn.
Not long—not long,
E'er the all-puissant voice,
Pouring its solemnness sublime and long,
Shall free that God from bondage and from wrong,
And forth in thunders its commandment throw,
" LOOSE HIM, AND LET HIM GO I"

Hearken ! it comes—the sound
Like muffled harmonies heard underground,
Shakes the blue atmospheres that float around.—
The fair-haired regions of the Western Star—
Asia, and Ind, and sunny Sennaar,
Put on their pearls; and crimsons, and tiar,
For joy that their Deliverer is not far.
It comes—the bright day comes—
The hour—the men—the chain up-breaking forces!—
I see—l know them by their sparkling plumes,
And their gold chariots drawn by bounding horses:—
Down like a flashing cataract they pour,
Proclaiming to the world his thraldom o'er:—
While foremost, fairest of their throng is seen,
A diamond-braceleted and beauteous Queen,
Whose magic influence, and silver keys.
Give the imprison'd giant God release.—
It were a superhuman task to tell
'The wondrous workings of that subtle spell ;
How brake the bars—how sprang apart the chains—
Wbile his full strength the giant-One regains :
How as the God his speed and splendours rolled,
The landscapes burned in purple and in gold
How gleamed the plains like emerald-blazon'd banners—
How the young Islands sang in rapt Hosannas—
While peals triumphal crowned the festive day
That., struck the fetters of the God away.