Vermont telegraph. [volume] (Brandon [Vt.]) 1828-1843, 1840-07-15
Poetry.
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EVERY MAN HAS HIS PRIcE.o

aEyERY MAN HAS HIS PRICE"
Not emery mas Among the throng
Who worship at the shrine of power,
And silent look on Southern wrong,
And yilely meath Oppression cover
Are men who will not basely kneel,
Though stretched upon the tOrturing wheel.
They hape no price. The ore that CLEANS,
Or diamonds in Golconda's mine
Or oceans gems, or tabled streams
or liquid gold, that Gov and shine,
Are far TOO poor to bride or buy
One heart that beats for Liberty.
Ye bid US come where soft winds blow,
And dwell amid your summer-vines,
In bowers where birds sing sweet and low
To the bright sun that ever Shines
Your fruits, and flowers, and spices rare,
And skies, might almost win us there.
But when we think of birds and bowers,
And spicy groves, and balmy air,
And golden fruit, aud golden flowers,
And cane-6elds waving rich and fair
We feel this lovely region bears
The curse Of Woman's scalding tears!
Take back, proud South, your baubles homo,
We scom the gift-we loathe the prize
Better among our hills to roam,
And sleep beneath these clear cold skies,
And sigh with winds that DER US blow
Than bid the tear-drop cease to flow.
o, should we call our tears all back
To the full fount from whence they gushed,
And dry the sad hearts channel.track,
Where late, Loves Heavenly current rushed
That heart, forbid to mourn the slave,
Would lang uish in its living grave
We can but weep. o, while they come,
The tidings Of the lash and chain,
The meanings Of the crushed and dumb,
From every Southern hill and plain
Our tears and tongues will speak-ye still
AS well, wild Oceans waves at will.
The champions that ye meet, are men
Who shrink not from the stake or steel:
The cost they've counted once again,
And chose their lot through wo or veal:
They dare not hush the warning.to
Though LOreiOys fate should be their own.
Their spirits, faint through toll and strifs,
Upt the throne for light and life,
To cheer till the fierce struggles GER
Then nered, they brave an earthquakes shock
That falls like waves upon a rock.
The titled great may bow to dust
Before the naughty Southron's gaze,
And cater to his pride and lust
And sell their very souls for praise;
But coming years will mark the stain
Upon the graves where they were lain.
o, for some Wilberforee, to stand
With Slade and Norris by his side,
And pour Ger all this guilty land,
From Senate-halls, truths burning tide
To waken Nations into birth
And sweep oppression from the earth
In vain, in vain, mistaken South,
Attempt to buy such hearts as these,
Or place your letters on their mouth,
Vain as to hush the signing breeze
That whispers tales of human wo,
Ye think no mortal ear doth know.
And such are thousands-In the vale
Where broad Ohio sweeps along
Where rushes free the wintry gale
Ger the Green Mountains, fierce and strong,
And where the white-cliff beetles Ger
The waves that gnaw Atlantic's shore.
Give up the Si0re THE startling sound
In thunder peals from Northern skies
From Isles by blue waves circIed round,
From your own midst where conscience erie,
From the bright regions of the blest--
Break eUery y0ke-u nl00se The OpDressed
July /, 1910. w, G. BRowr.