The voice of freedom. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1839-1848, 1839-03-02

e From Cuba's shores to midas arthest
Can woman sleep, while Tyranny abroad,
! Scourges the image of the living God!
No, there are those who plead for Sorrows child;
There is one &c OAsIs' i'll our desert wild.
Her tongue and pen have told, in accents strong,
The captives' sulierngs, and our country's wrong.
Twn-stars of Hope and Mercy have not set,
In Shpley, Wooman, Brown and Benezet.
lis ours to end the which they began;
Their mantes fall-''a sacred gift to man.
Up then in might for, why should we despair
Since Freedoms voice has rent the fields of air?
f Ye now girded for the battlefield
Go forth and conquer-God will be your shield;
For tongues may cease, and knowledge all may fail;
But "Truth is mighty, and it will prevail;
Let mingling prayers from shore to shore resound,
I'LL heavens broad concave trembes at the sound;
And nations rise in super-human might,
Moved by the signs that reach the throne of light
In many cline, as on our blood-staned soil
Slaves have been doomed to unrequted toll;
Shut from the light by Revelation given,
And all the hopes and promises of heaven
For other captives other nations hold
At Mammon's call, the burning thirst for gold.
On that scourged SOIL the Christians feet first trod,
Where seven churches bowed to lsraels God,
The naughty Moslem rules, and swears the same
Eternal vengeance to the Christian name;
STILL as to aid, times canker-eating rust,
Tramples the works of ages in the dust;
Woman is doomed, since Moslem power began,
To toll, the slave, the servile slave of man.
Nor Turks alone-from immemorial time,
All Asia has been sharing in their crime;
To idol gods the Hindoos' prayers aspire,
And widows perish the funeral pyre;
Self-tortured victims weller in their blood,
And infants feed the depths of Ganges' food
For this we weep-for this We meet to pray
4 That God would grant more suspicious day.
See light bursts forth on Asia's fated plain,
! The bow of Hope in Mercys gentle reign
There yet must fall Expressions calling rod,
! And " Ethiopia stretch her hands to Cod
But why abroad to midas idol dome
While Mammon's affairs drink their blood at home?
Why should hearts be taught the wrongs to feel
OF Poland pierced by Russia bloody steel?
Why should zoe weep for Grecia glorious land,
Crushed by the naughty Moslem's iron hand?
While soil is reddening with the woes,
Or Turk, or Russ, would tremble to impose!
Here, strife, and hate, and fell oppression reign;
Our crouching to the tyrant's chain.
The tyrant's chain! but letters cannot bind
The soul-'tis free! and the immortal mind
Knows no control, it scars aloft from EARTH
Where freedom, truth, and mercy, have their birth;
1t stretches FORTH in intellectual might,
To hail the star of Freedoms holy light
Eternal Truth! why DER the world s domain
Should judgment sleep, and foul oppression reign?
From Gauges tide to where Missouri bois,
He wields his Der oceans subject isles;
Nations have sunk, crushed by his deadly might,
Whose sword has power to change the wrong to right.
Must Justice plead for plundered right in vain?
Shall Tyranny extend his dark domain?
But, from his home, shall Freedoms Sldres be torn,
Back Ter the indignant oceans pillows borne?
Is there rest for Ethiopias child?
IaDice robbd of right, ttcice from his home exiled
He must not cross the dark unfahomed sea;
The land that gave him birth shall make him free.
Africk still bleeds, scourged by her conquerng foes
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Her sons may do more than their fathers did,
But not in temple, tower, and pyramid;
They yet may rise the Christian hope to crown,
For Ibraham has dashed his shackes down.
And shall the tongue that tells the tale of wrong,
In burning words of eloquence and song,
Partake the Sweets their bitter toll supplies,
And own a deed, the feeling heart denies'
And will we stoop the unfetered limb to
The fruits of Africk's writing and despair
No-by the stripes to bleeding captives given,
By Freedoms gift, the glorious boon of heaven,
By those who, dauntess, Mammon's curse withstood,
! We will be guiltless of our brothers. blood;
We will not bride the master of the slave,
Nor feed the vampires Freedoms grave
| Has the dark reign of Despotism come?
Must tongue, and pen and press, and soul be dumb?
Was it our fathers gave this Temple birth,
Their faithless children tumble to the earth?
Will are yield up the high and holy trust,
When Law, and Right, and Truth, are in the dus
But bark lit comes THE awful cry of BLOOD
From the green banks of Mssissppi's flood
Truths champion stands-hs sword the Demon draws
martyr falls in sacred freedoms cause!
Oppressed, the winds, that warning voice will bear
Der land and wave, far through the troubled air,
Till trembling echo strange responses brings,
Back from the shores of Europe's naughty kings.
And see!-that noble, fearless, faithful band
Trusting in God, with martyr courage stand;
While Faith and Hope rise DER the gathering ire,
As Freedoms temple alls-a funeral pyre.
Trembling turn to ask our fellowmen,
Is this the sol-are these the sons of PENN!
If Freedom footsteps glorious hath been,
Upon these hills of everlasting green,
Must she reluctant bid last adeu
To Switzer hills, Italia's skies of blue?
Nor Africks sons alone invoke the skies.
One kues-a slave-and one for freedom dies
Here, where meet, whence light and learning sprung
In festive mirh the Indians war-whoop rung,
Here were his council ires-the wilderness his home,
Now Science rears aIof her glorious DOME
Where is he now!-go ask the depths Of air,
And startled echo wildly answers-where
From other WORLDS injured to toll
Come DER the deep, and drive him from his soil
His naughty Chiefs remain to WELD
Their martial laws upon the battlefield;
A few survive, like aged oaks, to tell
The height Of power from which their fathers fell
The wrecks of nations, long extinct, remain,
The Montezumas of another reign,
They, too, must yield the last of heavens trust,
Their homes, their countries, and their fathers dust