Vermont telegraph. [volume] (Brandon [Vt.]) 1828-1843, 1840-03-04
Poetry.
From the North Star.
THE SUNNI SOUT II.
M KLIzUR WRIGHT, JR.

THE SUNNY o U It H. &C..
M ELIzUR WRIGHT, JR.
o SUNNY South! the pride Of lands,
Whose joyous spring as Eden blooms!
Whose rivers sweep DER golden sands:
Whose harvests feed million looms:
Why looks an anxious world on thee.
In sorrow for thy desliny2
Tly mountains catch the SUMS first smiles.
Fby baimy gales blow warm and soft,
Thy ocean kisses loveliest isles,
Thy matchless eagle scars aloft.
A glorious emblem of the free
Then wherefore weeps world for thee!
Thy hero's Of the olden time
Eauh's best & noblest deeds have done.
With sword and pen alike sublime,
The world embalms thy WASHINGTON.
Why, then, upon thee settles down
A gazing worlds indignant frown7
II IS not that thy cypress trees
Are palled about with sad festoons.
That Iremble in thy languid breeze;
Nor that, around thy dark lagoons,
The sauran monsters sport and roar.
Fen as they did in worlds of you.
II is that in those dismal shades.
Among the rushes tall and rank,
trembling iamished wanderer wades.
Who there, as man, his God may thank
For such freedom from the chains.
That chdttetized him on thy plains.
Il IS, that, to the kindest breast
That throbbeth with mothers heart,
Two OF thy noblest babes are prest -
The one shall bear his lofty part
L. ell L.
The other, drag his chains-a slave.
II j., that thou art orded DER
by men who turn an adder's ear
To every voice from oceans roar;
10 unny insects humming cheer;
Or sigh OF breeze, or gush OF rils,
That speak Of Freedom on thy hills.
It's that when The Joyous sea
Bore rom IFS Indian isles the song
OF ETlh's most glorious jubilee
Or Right triumphant over Wrong:
Midst worlds welcome, thu alone
Answered the lidings with groan.
o sunny South! how can il be.
Thy soil, which ay with plenty waves
In one year gives the fruit Of three
ShoIl drink the tears g. blood of slaves
Sal b not that generous soil'to man,
Tnat Heaven approves the freest plan
But who il free of human form.
Throughout thy wide & bright domains?
Who free, generous heart TO warm
With sympathy for all in chains2
Who freely breaihes beneath thy sun,
And feels ITS generous promptings2 None!
Monochrome Of all thy chivalry!
From Pennsylvania's southern line
To where the golden Mexie sea
Eagulfs the foods of dark Sabine;
Grim Slavery like an ebon pail,
! Has settled down aud smoihered all.
!. And shall thy glorious sun awake
No mind responsive to its light
No heart from Errors spell to break,
Ia prayer and conflict for the Right
Beneath that suns unclouded eve
Shall moral darkness every lie?
Mo- perched upon thy mountain sides, !.
o. scattered in thy forest glades;
0r on the brink of southern tides.
Beneath thy golden orange shades;
Ofhid where rolls thy Tennessee,
Strong hearts are struggling to be free.
or both The races, there are men
Whose hearts beat high, as freemen's should
To lhT0itle Slavery, IN hts den,
Gloaiing Ger human bones and blood
And throw has gloomy cells Of night
Wide open tOihe air and light
Awake, awakel o sunny South!
Try what Thy strongest chorus can
Give every tree and stone mouth
To rouse the dormant heart Of man;
While YET the lhunders, long DELAYED,
Within Thy backening heavens are stayed