The voice of freedom. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1839-1848, 1839-03-23
P O e II R Y
From the Penn. Freemen.
FOR TIE TIMES.

No /" countenance" Of his, forsooth
Who asked it at his vassal hands
Who looked for homage done to truth,
BY Pary's vile and hateful bands
Who dreamed that one by them caressed,
Would lay for her his spear in rest
No &c countenance p Well, let it light
The human-robber to his spoil
Let those who track the bondman's flight,
Like bloodhounds, DER our free soil,
Bask in its sunshine while they may,
And howl It's praises on their way
We ask no boon: our RIGHTS we clam
Free press and thought-free tongue and pons
The right to speak in Freedom S name
As Pennsylvanians and as men -;
To do, by Lynch law unforbd,
What our own Rush and Franklin dld.
Az, there we stand, with planted feet
Steadfast, where those old worthless stood =
Upon us let the tempest beat,
Around us swell and surge the food
We fail or triumph that spot
God helping us, we falter not.
CA breach of plighted faith - for shame =
Who voted for that &C breach - who gave
In the state councils, vote and name
For freedom for the District savc?-
Consistent Patriot go, forswear,
Blot out, &c eTpunge" the record there y
Co. eat thy words. Shall Henry Clay
Turn round--a moral Harlequin'
And arch Van Buren, wipe away
The stains of his Missouri sin?
And shall that one unucky vote
Stick burr-like in thy honest throat
No-do thy part in &C putting dO,cn"t
The friends of Freedom summon out
The parson in his sanity gown,
To curse the outlawed roundabout,
In concert with the Belial brood
The Balaam of &C the brotherhood -
Quench every free-dscussion Light
Clap on the Legislative snulfers,-
And caulk with &c resolutions" tight,
The CHASTITY rents the Union suffers
Let Church and State brand Abolition
As Heresy and rank Sediton.
Choke down, at once, each breathing thing
That whispers of the Rights of Man =
Gag the free girl who dares TO sing
OF Freedom FER her dairy pan
Dog the old farmers steps about,
And hunt his cherished treason out
Go hunt sediton.-Search for that
In every pedlar's cart of rags ;
Pry into every Quaker's hat
And DR.. Fussell's saddle bags,
Lest treason wrap, with all its ills,
Around his powders and his pills.
Where Chester's oak and walnut shades
With slavery-laden breezes stir,
And on the hills and in the glades
OF Bucks and honest Lancaster,
Are heads which think. and hearts which feel
Flints to the Abolition steel
Ho-send we down a coporal's guard
With flow of flag, and beat of drum
Storm Lndley Coates poultry yard,
Beleaguer Thomas Whitson's home
Beat up the Quaker quarters-show
Your yalor to an unarmed foe
Do more. Fill up your loathsome jafs
With faithful men and women-set
The scalfold up in these green wales,
And let their verdant turf be wet
With blood of unrcsisting men
Az, do all this, and more, -WHAT THEN?
Think've, one heart of man or child
Will falter from its lofty faith,
At the mob tumult, fierce and Wild
The prison ccll-the shameful death I?
No-nurscd in storm and trial long,
The weakest of our band is strong,
o while before us visions come
Ofslave-ships on Virginia's coast--
or mothers in their childless homea
Like Rachel, sorrowing Ger the lost
The slave-gang scourged upon its way
The bloodhound and his human prey,
We cannot falter Did we SO,
The stones beneath would murmur out,
And all the winds that round us blow,
Would whisper of our shame about
No-let the tempest rock the land,
Our faith shall livc-our truth shall stand,
True as the Vaudos, hemmed around,
With Papal fire and Roman steel
Firm as the Christian heroine, bound
Upon Domitan' torturing wheel,
We bate no breath--we curb no thought =
Come what may come, we TALTER NOT
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the legislature to instruct the Congressional deleg
If Pennsy to their influence for the abotic