The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1834-10-29


Slapes-crouchng on the very plains
Were rolled the storm of Freedoms war
A groan from Eutaw's haunted wood
A wall where Cambens martyrs fell
BY every shrine of patriot blood
From Moultries wall and Jasper's well!
BY stored hill and halowed grot
by messy wood and marshy glen,
Whence rang ofold the rifle shot,
And hunying shout of Marion's men =
The groan ofbreallng hearts is there
The falling lash-the letters cank -!
Saces-Slaces are breathing in that air
Which old De Kab and Sumpter drank
What, no our countrymen IN chains -
The whip on ,cOm0n's shrinking ilesh-
Onr soil yet reddening with the stains
Caught from her scourging, warm and fresh
What mothers from their children riycn!
What Gods own image bought and sold
iHericans market driven
And bartered as the brute for gold
Speak f-shal their agony Of prayer
Come thrilling hearts in vain p
To us-whose fathers scorned to bear
The palty menaee ofa chain;-
To-lIs whose boast is loud and long
Ofholy liberty and light
Say shall these wrthing slaves of Wrong
Plead vainly for their plundered Right
What shall we send with lavish breath.
Our sympathies the wave,
Where manhood ON the field death
Strikes for his freedom, or grave7
Shall prayers go up and hymns be sung
For Greece the Moslcm fetter spurning--
And millions hail with pen and tongue
oar light on all her altars burningl
Shall Belgium feel and gallant France,
BY Vendomes pile and Schoenbrun's wall
And Poland, grasping on her lance,
The impulse four cheering call
And shall the stare, beneath our eye,
Clank DER our fields his hateful chaine
And toss his feered arms on high,
And groan for freedoms gift in vain2
Oh say, shall Prussias banner be
refuge for the stricken slave -
And shall the Russian seri 60 free
BY BaiI1ars lake and Neya's wave -
And shall the wntry bosomed Dane
Rel,n the iron hand of pride,
And bid his bondinen cast the chain
From feered soul and limb, aside Z
Shall every flap of EngIand's flag
Proclaim tiiat all around are free,
From farthest Ind TO each blue crag
That beetles DER the Western Scar
And shall we scoii at Europcs tirgs,
When Freedoms fire is dim with us,
And round our eountry's alter clings
The damning shade of Slarep's curscl
Go-letus ask of Constantine
TO loose his grasp on Polands thront-
And beg the lord of NIalmoud's limo
TO spare the struggling Sulioo.
VIII NOT the scofching answer
From turbaned Turk, and fiery Russ
Co. loose your iettercd slaves at home,
Then turn and ask the like ofusr
rtist God and shall we calmly rest,
The Christians scorn--the hcathens mirth---
Content TO live the lingering Jest
And by-word of knocking earth
Shall our own glorious land retain
That which Europe scorns 10 bearl
Shall our own brethren drag the chain
Which not even Russias menals weari
Up, then in Freedoms manly part,
From gray beard eld to fiery youth.
And on the nations naked heart
Scatter the living Goals of truth.
Up-whle ye slunber deeper yet
The shadow of our fame is growing:
Up-whle ye pause, may
La blood, around our alters flowing
oh rouse ye-ere the storm comes forth
The gathered wrath of God and maIl-
Like that which wasted Egypt's earth
When hail and fire about ram.
Hear ye warnings in the airl
Feel ye earthquake underneath
Up-up-why viii ye sumbcr whero
The sleeper only wakes in death
Up for Freedom mot in strife
Like that your sterner fathers
The awful waste ofhuman life
The glory and the guilt of war:
But break the chain-the yoke remove
And smte to earth expressions rod,
With those mild arms of Truth and Love-
Made mighty through the living God
Prone LET the shrine of Moloch sink.
And leave no traces where it stood