Vermont telegraph. [volume] (Brandon [Vt.]) 1828-1843, 1843-03-01
P O II y lG e .
MASSACHUSETTS AND VIRGINIA.
BIZ JOHN G. WHITTIER.


ways GO
Around our silent arsenals untrodden lies the
snow;
And to the land-breeze of our ports, upon their
errands far,
A thousand sails of Commerce swell, but none are
spread for War.
We hear thy threats, virgnia-thy stormy words
aud high
Swell harshIy on the southern winds, which melt
Yet, not one brown. hard hand, foregoes its hon.
est labor here;
No newer Of our mountain oaks suspends his axe
in fear.
What means the Old Dominion Hath she for
got the day,
When o'erher conquered valleys swept the Brit
on's steel array
And side by side, with sons Of hers, the Massachu-
8 sets men
Encountered Tarleton's charge of fire, and stout
CORVALLIS, then!
Forgets she how the Bay State, in answer 10 the
call
Other old House Of Burgesses, spoke out from
Faneuil Hall?
When, echoing back her Henry's cry, came pulls:
ing on each breath
OF northern winds the thrilling sounds of {" LIB
ERTx or DEATHw
What asks the Old Dominionl If now her sons
have proved
False to their fathers memory-faIse to the faith
they loved;
II she scoff at Freedom, and its Great Charter
spurn,
Must zoe Of Massachusetts, from Truth and Duty
turn?
we hunt your bondmen, flying from slayery's
hateful hell
Our voices, at your bidding, take up the blood
hound,s vell--
We gather atyour summons, above our fathers
graves,
From freedoms holy aItsr-horns to tear your
wretched slaves!
Thank Godl--not yet so vilely, can Massachusetts,
bow,
The spirit of her early time is with her even
now;
Dream not because he!.Pilgrim blood moves slow.
anu calm, and cool,
she thus can s,oop her chainless neck, sister s
slave, and tool!
All that a sister Stale should do. all that free
State may,
Heart, hand, and purse we proffer, as in our early
day;
But that one dark, loathsome burden, ye mus
stagger with alone,
Andreap the bitter harvest which ys yourselve.
have sown
Hold while We may your struggling slaves. and
=. burden Gods free air,
Withwoman's shrek beneath the lash, and man
hoods wild despair
Cling closer to the " cleaving curse" that write
The blasting of Almighty wrath, against land c
chains.
Still shane your gallant ancestry, the cavaliers
old.
By Watching round the shGmbles where huma
flesh Is sold
Gloat DER the newborn child, and count his ma
ket value, when
The madden'd mothers cry of wo shall pierce h
slaver's den!
Lower than pIummet soundeth, sink the Virginia
name;
Plant, if ye win ,yOur fathers graves with ranl
est weeds OF shame;
BE, ifye WILL The scandal of Gods fair universe
We wash our hands forever Of your sin, and sham
aud curse.
A voice from lips wherein the coal from freedom
shrine hath been,
Thrilled as but yesterday, the hearts Of Der
shre's mouniain-men;
The echoes Of that solemn voice are sadly hinge
ing still
In alt our sunny valleys, on every wind.swe
And when the prowling man.thief came huntil
for his prey,
Beneath the very shadow of Bunker's shaft
grey,
How through the free lips of the son, the fathe
warning spoke;
How from its bonds of trade and sect the Pigr
city broke!
An hundred thousand right arms were lifted
on high;
An hundred thousand voices sent back their 10
reply;
Through the thronged towns of Essex the sta
ling summons rang,
And up from bench, and sounding loom, her you
mechanics sprang.
The voice Of free, broad Middesex-of thousal
The shaft of Bunker calling to that of Lexngto,
From NorfoIk's ancient villages-from Ply
outh's rocky bound,
To where Nantucket feels the arms Of ocean cl
her round;
From rich and rural Worcester, where thro
the calm repose
ofcol,ured wales and ringing woods, the ge
Nashua flows,
To where wachuset's wintry blasts the noun
Swelled up to heaven the thrilling cry, Of !"
save Latimer!'
And sandy Bsrnstable rose up. wet with the
nd Bristol sent her answering shout down
ragansett bay!
Along the. broad Connecticut old Hampton
the thrill,
And the cheer Of Hampshire's woodmen 9
n down from HolyOke Hill.
The voice Of Massachusettsl OF her free som
daughters
Deep ealing unto deep aloud--the sound Of
ny watersl
Against the burden Of that voice. what &
power shall stand,
no (cfItT1 IA the Boy State NO sinue