Vermont telegraph. [volume] (Brandon [Vt.]) 1828-1843, 1841-11-17
p O r r R y.

POET
We are troubled to find it to fill our
/" Corner" We can find verses enough,
but they are not equal to the station of
Poets Corner" in an anti-slavery sheet,
these days of fiery trial. Anti-slavery
poetry should be stream Of living fire.
We examine our liule exchange list, and
we find nothing beside the sentimentalism
of pro-slavery brains-or rant about the
ballot box-a theme as heartless to US as
the billiard table. Anti-slavery poetry
goes clad in " words that burr" like lava. 1t
demands the nerve Of Pierponi-his brief,
palpilating, almost suppressed words
Poetry rolls her eye'' with fine fren-
w" indeed, when she sees Humanity
chained. She is indignant hard on the
borders OF frenzy. She loses her selfcom-
mand. She cannot retain it-and she need
not and ought not. Self-command were
treason in the poet when he looks on HUI
man Slavery.
Where is Whittier now, that we no
more see his verses streaming up like a
smeteor to the troubled air" What has
palsied his muse! Why does he no long
er furnish anti-slavery with the poetry for
her movement New-organization has
touched his glorious Genius with her tor
poriic wand-and he scars not above the
dung hill of Sd Party. He ought to be in
she blue sky-or rather the stormy sky
for we have no blue over US. He ought
to be abroad in the moral tempest-letting
down sheets of fire-for an:i-slaveTy to in
iLow
TO come to life again. We demand / of
him. We summon him to sacrifice even
hisspoet pride, and into the field again, al.
though The display Of his gorgeous crest
would be an admission that he had falteT-
ed. No matter for admissions. He has
the prome;hean fire. The cause wants it.
1t don't need it. That is-it can live with
out it. lthGs lived without. But it wants
it. II has right to il. He cannot limo.
Gently Withhold it. We claim it at his
hands for the slave. The slave will want
liberty little the longer for his Withhold.
ing it. Anti-slavery marches irregularly
for lack OF the music of his numbers
She can't keep step, She listens for the
strain Of his trumpet--its old clarion blast
THAT made the land quake in the early
years of our Revolution But she listen:
in vain. He has hung his bugle on the
lockwood boughs of INSTRUMENTATION, OF
the limbs of the swGmp 6 Cedar" He
plays to be sure at times for the Sd Party
but it is on tksffe. Anli-slavery CAM
march after that. She has no ear for it
She cannot "time her high /" footsteps
to the fife and drum. She wantsthe NOR
al trumpet. Cannot Whittier again Civ,
II breathe i5
And Pierpont-we have demand OF
him. He sees the irregular footstep o
our anti-slavery forlorn hope-for lack o
moral, martial music. Our phalanx is OF
the steady advance-but it loses step nov
end then. 1t is out ofline. We want tn,
music. Music is every thing in battle
We will conquer without lt-but then W.
Wdnt II.
Oh that we could blow the anti-slavery
horn. We would find our own music then
and would not be asking these tfumpeter.
to come and play. And If We have to asl
them, before they blow, they can do US M
service. Their trumpets would give ar
uncertain sound. and prepare no one fol
the batlle. They must be volunteers
They must give anti-slavery breath tothei
alchemy. or it will only dispirit our ranks
We want no Swiss Guard music. VIZ
care nothing for t. No matter for il.
gliitering brass instruments flashing in the
sun. Anti-slav-ry. self-moved. breathing
at the head Of the host--though it blows
through White Mountain Fabyan,s LONG
tube of tin-the rough Conch shell--oI
the luder Rams Horn. That is the in
SEPARATION we want. Pierpont can dis
course it il he will. on his graceful instru
meni. We point him to the plantation
and then to the entire country backing ur
the scenes of the plantation. His own
country--epslaved and enslaving-.the
very Religion of the land forging letters
and plating whips for the internal service.
Need we more than show him this, to sci
his fervid soul on frei lfhe will not fame
at this, bis fire is false. The light" he
arrays afer, IL not from Heaven" We
point him to the plantation and the conn
tsy. and then to our vacant Corner-emp-
~ and silent for want Of an anti-slaverv
muse in the land A word to the w;se &
enough-sec If il islo ne Genius. Her
AID Of Freedom.
The earthly glory aud grandeur Of
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