Vermont telegraph. [volume] (Brandon [Vt.]) 1828-1843, 1842-03-09
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From the Liberty Bell.
THE DYING SLAVE MOTHER.


Last night, In shadows brown,
What then saw no human tongue can tell I
On such sunlit cloud,
There came an angel crowd,
Such as afar In heaven bright mansion dwelI
And bending lowly down,
Had lent to me crown, ...-"
But that l had not quite forgiven the wrong,
And all the evil done =.
BY the oppressive one, .@.a
Who long hath bound US in his fetteIs strong
They turned, and in the sky
Wheeled their bright ranks on high,
And waved the token from the clouds above,
And as they scared, they sang
Till heavens blue temple rang - ~.
With songs Of Hope, Of Mercy. and of Love.
saw amid that band, -a
With golden Tyre in hand,
Ny murdered Leon, whom the robber slew
To me, how passing fair ...s.. .-..
His eEon features were,
Amid that bright and glorious throng, to view
And there my darling boy "~ -.
Poured out such songs of joy, ..t
As make my spirit leap with rapture now,
While cherubs, rosy fair,
lowered above in air, s
And bound o garland on his sable brow.
Forward from his bright clouI ..-
My gentle Leon bowed, -.~....
And smiling, waved to me his enajnless hand
Ind stifl he swept the Tyre E..
In concert with the choir, .--.-
A. came his soft voice on the zephyrs bland.
Mother, o come to me
Come where the slave is free,
La the blest land where tears may never Aow !;
Here Is no coiling whip,
Whose cruel lashes drip
With gore, as threatens in thy path below;
But all is joy, and peace, " ..
And love that cannot cease, sa
And rest, the hunted seek in vain on earth
The dark hue Of the skin
L no foul mark of sin,
But hand IN hand the ransomed all go forth. :
Tho holy men OF old, .:a.,
ofwhom thou oft hast told
Whom midnight bound the oppressors eyes ',in
They stand around the throne
To God, in solemn tone,
Striking their Tyre, with never-ceasiug sweep.
And o enthroned with Hin,
Whom all the Seraphim -
Withheart and tongue, in burning ranks. adore,
And to whom Angels raise
!. Loud songs of endless praise,
God in the highest, now, and evermors,
'Ts that meek Man Of Woe
Who died long years ago, X
On Calvsry's brow, for men Of every hue;
resi- love Him ever, Mother ! Il
Like Him there is no other, av
So meek, 50 gentle and 50 Godliketoo.
When Deaths dark valley through
My trembling spirit flew,
But when the Saviour spake, SAB -.E
Words Of such kindness brake
From His pure lips, that all my terror fed.
Mother, o Mother, come
Come to thy peaceful home;
Here is no tyrant with his cruel chain
But cherubs, all their days,
Sing to the Lord in praise,-r
And to The Lamb, that on the earth was slain. ,
Then, as their rapturous song
Died on the air along, g
And these sunshine faded from the sky
The glittering ranks rolled back
Upon their joyous track,
And darkness settled on the dszzled eye.
And, Brother viii go,
And leave this home OF woe,
It's joys and griefs, its fetter-lnks, end thee,
And with my Boy above,
Join IN sweet songs, of love
And praise to God, through all eternity
Upon ycn cloud hills brow,
Isee my Leon now,
Waving his hand from his bright home 20 me.
o God forgive the wrong,
That man bath done me bong
Brother, farewell My Boy, Fly to thee
PlainfeId, Nov. II, Is4I.
MI s G. E L L A N Y.
Bad TAings-A rum-seller from the
country, whose bloated and blo;ched vis-