Independent Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1842-1844, 1844-04-27

10 The following appeal, there is lht
Iplrlt of Whittier. 1t cannot but fad al
,cho in the breas, OF every manly free
nan.--Bostoa ALIAS.
4 Ral!ying. Cry for Nsp Eagllad, Ggairs
ne Annexation Of Teras.
BY \ YANxYE.
Rouse up, New England buckle on youl
ma!. OF prof sublime,
iolr stern Old hate Of tyranny, your
deep contempt OF crime;
A traitor plot Is hat hing now, more fall
Of and shame,
Than ever from the iron.hear, Of blood.
lest GesPot came.
Six slave States added al breath! Ore
flourish OF the pen,
AMI feiters shall be riyetted on millions
more Of men!
One drop OF ink to sign name, ana
slavery shal. find
For all her surplus flesh and blood 4
narke,to her mind,
A market where good Democrats their
fellow men may sell!
O, whal giia of iendish g,eo runs
round ami round through hi!
How all tae dlmnej Lap Up for Joy,
and half forget their lie.
To think men Ike such pains 70 claim
the notice oil Gods ire.
Isl not enough that we haze borne tie
sheer OF all the world,
And bent to those whose naughty lips
IN scorn OF US are cured?
lS't not enough that we mast hunt their
living chatiles back,
And cheer The hungry bIoodhounds on
that howl upon their track
Isl not enough that We must bow to all
that they decree
These cotton aud tobacco lords, these
PImps of slavery!
That we must yield our conscience up
to glut expressions NAV,
And break our faith with God to keen
The letter of mans lawl
But We must sit in silence BY, ana see
the chain and whip
Made firmer for all time 10 come in sla.
vcry's bloody grip!
Must we not only half the guilt AMI all
to shame endure.
But hel p to make our tyranl's throne Of
flesh AMI tlooI sccIrg!
II hand and foot we mast be bound by
deeds our fathers signed,
AGd mus be cheated guided and scorn'd,
lie aus they too were bIiDd,
Why, let them have their pound ofhasA
Tor that is in tie tond---
But wo 10 them it the but take half
lr.r's breadth be, ond!
Is water running in our veins? Do we
remember still
Cd Plymouth rock, and Lexington, and
e lorious Bunker Hill!
The debt we owe our fathers graves?
and to the yet unborn,
Whose heritage ourselves mus, mike n
thing OF pride or scorn!
Gray Plymouth rock hath yet u tongue.
and Concord is not dumb,
And voices from our fathers graves
and from the future come;
They call on us to stand our ground,
they charge US still TO be
Not only Tree from chains ourselves,
but foremost to make free!
The homcspun mail by mothers woye,
that erst so freely met
Inc British steel clothes hearts as warm
with pilgrim virtues yet.
Come, brethren, up! Come. mothers,
cheer your sons once more to 20
Forth TO nobler battlefield thaU onr
olden foe!
Come, grasp your ancien. bnckler, !
gird on your ancient sword,
Let freedom be your basion, your a..
mory Coos word,
Shout "God for our New England!,n
~, and smile them hip and thigh,
The cursed race Of Amalck, whose ar
nor is lie?
They fight agains the law of God, the
sacred human hear,
One charge from Massachusetts, and
Their connscls fall apart!
Rock the old Cradle yet once moret LET
m Faneuil Hall send forth
The anger of true hearted men. the
lightning Of the North!
Awake, Ne" England! While you sleep
the foes advance their lines.
ALREADY on your strong holds wall their
bloody banner shines.
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