Vermont telegraph. [volume] (Brandon [Vt.]) 1828-1843, 1838-09-12

Prom Iha PsLn.rIrnnIa Freemln.


The following Is one Of he most beautiful Of the
many postical illusions which the late glorious
change In the West India Islands has elicifed. We
necd not say 20 its author that her writings will
always hnd ready welcome TO our columns, espe-
ciaily, when, a. IN the prosent instance, they are
consecrated 10 the Of religion and Humanity,
and 20 their Intrinsic beauty, added the h0lier
charm Of Philanthropy.
Lines, written upon being unni,ie 20 attend
ths mssting held IN New-York. ~ the
friends % ths slave, August 4, Is3s.
Il was not mine 10 meet
IN the fall temple while the closing day
Shons through the sacred aisles. and wildly sweet,
From many heart the swelling hymn found way;
Praise and thanksgiving THAT the CALLING chain
Had melted from the Islands OF the mainl
u was not mine to raise
MY voice with kindred tones to Him alone
Whose eve looks down on oil, --ascribing praise,
That through His might the conflict had been won !:
Thatin tho Islands Of the far-of sOa,
His ruth had set the weeping bOndman free.
I, was not mine to hear
Each pleading voice but ohl-the kindred heart
The piercing truth by silence made more clear
The reaching sympathies where all had part
And thanks, o Fathsrl-for this work Of Thine
These, in the silence Of the soul, were mine!--
Nor was IL theirs 70 see
Who met in that full temple, how the sun
Looked down that morning, glorious on the free
Whose bitter days Of toll and stripes were done
When the loud bell, that tolld their bondage out,
Was lost in Freedoms overwhelming shout.
Oh in the far-Of sea, N E..
Night didst thou ever wear so fair guise,
A whom rescued people looked on thee,
Their savior from oppression's agonies AZ.
Feeling each moment brough. the dawn more near,
The welcome dawn to truth and freedom dear!
Dear to the mother then,
Who all unmocked Of the blue smiling sky,
Could weep away the memory Of her pain,
And upward point her child's exulting eye,
To the bright clouds beyond, where He must be,
Whose plying love had set His people free.
Joy Cor the struggling heart.
That had 50 writhed beneath the wearing chain,
But now might tear the hated links apart,
And never gaze upon its bonds again,
Twningffom boarded griefs, and burning tears,
To the bright promise Of its future years.
Joy for the kindly ties
That now might bind the sister and the brother,
For the hushsd voices that at eve might rise,
All mingling sotly--children Father l-NIothsr
In ferveni prayer to Him whose mighty power
Had won FOR them the brightness Of this hour
Joy Tor fair bright land,
Whose fruits might wear no more the shade of death
And whose rich foliage might again expand,
Fresh and unwasted by the Spoilers breath,
For now, no longer in its island bowers,
Nestless the serpent underneath the flowers
Joy for that martyr band
Who, as they entsred into Heavenly rest,
From the dim borders Of the Spirit-land,
Saw this bright vision, and in faith were blest.
OH Let their mantles still on earth be found
And With their girdles be their children bound
Then In the tempest's might,
And in the darkness shall true hearts stand fast
Watching, o HoIiest but to greetthy light
And hear Thy summons, while the storm drives pas
Listening not then to mans upbraiding tone,
But tho sad cry-ths helpless captve's moan!
Then shall Thy guiding hand 1E+
Scatter the clouds before truths piercing day,
And yet the shout Of our enffanchised land
shall rise 10 cheer them on their onward way
And like the winds, the clouds, the winters free,
Shall rescued hearts pour out their praise to Thee
Brooklyn, T. 4. August 5, 1893. LII.