Vermont telegraph. [volume] (Brandon [Vt.]) 1828-1843, 1840-05-27

Thy groves, and fields, of varied hue,
s. Like Eden, charm the sight; ~ @ II
While on thy streams, bright pennons play,
And blue sails CLEAN amid the spray. II
Thy rice-6elds, waving in the breeze, 4
With hnfvests rich and fair
Forests Of cane, and orange trees,
In beauty blossom there
And flowers, bright bowers, their fragrance THROW
Ger hill above and vale below.
But To- beside thy lOveliest stream,
Another walls her child;
She felt its warm breath in her dream,
But woke with meanings wild
And night by night she wanders there,
And pours her accents Of despair!
and where tall rice luxunans waves,
Warm blood bath fell like rain
And whore the cane-helds bloom, are graves,
Where broken hearts are lain
I And bright flowers blossom lOveliest, where
The feitersd maiden POurs her prayer.
Twas morning-snd the golden sun
Lay upon oceans breast
Whose rocking pillows one by one,
Had gently sunk to rest .
And on thousand hill-tops high,
Bright sunbeams kndled to the sky.
And thousands woke to feel the blood
OF freedom swell their veins
To lin their hearts, and hands to God,
And dash 10 dust their chains =
o, loud the pnans of the Free,
Rang from the green lsles Of the Sea. 80
We are Free brotheIs-ffes as the waves that beat,
With their gamboling surges, around our feet
Free, as the gale Of the spicy breeze, q
As il signs through the forests Of cinnamon trees
Free as the merry birds that sing,
To their frolicsome mates, in the beautiful spring
o, blithe and gay as our swim feetroam @
Through the orange-groves, we will sing Of home;
Sing, by bright streams, meath the cocoa bowers,
The laughing young prattlsrs we fondle are ours
They are ours to caress, as toll through the day
And wo to the hand that shall bear them away =
Sing, for the days Of our bondage are DER
The cankering chain shall be worn no more
Where the drivers lash hath been twined around
The mangled limbs, which his letters bound :,
And the shrek Of woman hath rent the sky, q
As the blood Of her bosom gushed fearful and high
Where the burning tears, and the broken heart =
Have sighed adieu, as the fond ones part; q {
And the creakng door Of the prisOn-cell,
Whore darkness, and famine, and agony dwell,
Hath moaned dirge for the dweller there,
And chimed to his wailings of wild despair =
Shall ring in Autumn the haueSt-song,
With hymns Of thanksgiving the green hills aioDl
And red grapes shall cluster meath cottage-eeves,
And the reApers sing with their plumy sheaves,
And trail the thick vines as homeward they bear
A burden that gladdens the jewellers there;
And Freedom, and Peace, and Lore shall be
Inscribed on the banners and hearts of the Free
Bot where the star,fag Aouts the sky .
Millions that morn awoke, ~
To see the red lash lifted high,
And sink beneath its stroke ~ ~
And as their meanings died away, n
The far hills caught the mournfal lay.
Mourn, for the clanking chain O.
Still gnaws the bleeding limb
Mourn for the swollen vein. q.
And the eyes with weeping dim
Still, still the CORY lash they twrl
o'erthe mangled flesh of the fainting girl
Mourn, for theparted child,
A bitter world for him.
He shall kiss no more his mother wild,
Nor list TO her infant hymn
Nor sigh at eve by her early grave,
For distant lord has claimed his slave.
Mourn for the ghasty crew,
% In The den of the floating helli'
With frantic look they babe adieu
To the hills they loved SO we'll
OF the pached and pnioned cargo there,
The fierce lean shark shall have his share
Mourn, for a coming hour, ass
When the shout, and the hattle-cry, G
Shall break-like tempest through hall al
bower,
And the dreamers wake, to die
While the midnight hour shall light the skies,
With the flame Of the costly sacrifice!
May, 1870. w. G. BRowN.