The voice of freedom. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1839-1848, 1844-04-04
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From the Boston Courier.
RALLYING CRY OF NEW-ENGLAND,
Against the Annexation of Texas
BY A "a re z.

Against the Annexation of Texas.
BYA YANKEE.
Rouse up, New-Engl land Buckle on your mail Of
proof sublime,
Your stern old hate of tyranny, your deep contempt
of crime;
traitor plot is Matching now, more full of woe
and shame,
Than ever from the iron heart of bIoodiest despoi
came.
Six slave States added at breath one flourish OF
pen,
One drop of ink to sign a name, and slavery shall
find
For all her surplus flesh and blood market to
her mind.
A market where good Democrats their felow-men
may sell!
o, what grin of feudish glee runs round and
round through hell
How all the damned leap up for joy, and half forget
their fire,
To think men take such pains to claim the notice
of Goes ire!
Is t no, enough tina: we have borne the sneer of
all the world,
And bent to those whose naughty lips in scorn Of
us are cured q
Is, not enough that we must hunt their living
chattels back,
And cheer the hungry blood-hounds on that howl
upOn their tracki
ls not enough that we must bow to all that they
These cotton and tobacco lords, these pimps of
sIaveryi
That we must yield our conscience up to glut
Oppression nav,
And break our faith with God to keep the letter of
Mans law1
But mus, we 81, in silence BY and see the chain
md whip
Made frmer for all time to come in Slavery
bloody grip7
Mus, we no, only half the guilt and all the shame
endure,
But help to make our tyrant's throne Of flesh and
blood secure1
If hand aid foot we must be bound by deeds our
fathers signed,
And must be cheated, guild and scorn'd, because
they too were blind.
Why, lie, them have their pound of hesh-for that
is in the bond
But woe to them if they but take half hairs
breadth beyond!
10 wafer running in our veins1 Do we remember
still
Old Plymouth rock, and Lexington, and glorious
Bunker Hill!
The debt we owe our fathers gravesl and to the
Yet unborn,
Whose heritage ourselves must make thing
pride or scornl
Gray Plymouth rock hath yet tongue, and Con
cord is not dumb,
And voices from our fathers graves, and from th'
future come;
us still to be
Not only free from chains ourselves, but foremost
10 make free
The homespun mail by mothers wove, that erst 81
freely met
The British steel, clothes hearts as warm will
Pilgrim virtues yet.
Come, Brethren, up! Come, Mothers cheer you
sons once more to 60
Forth to a uobler battle field than with our Older
foe!
Come grasp your ancient buckler, grid on you
ancient sword,
Let freedom be your baston, your armory God
word
Shout God for our New-Eng and!' and smi,e then
hip and thigh,
The cursed race of Amalek, whose armor is lie
They fight against the law of God, the sa'ie
human heart
One charge from Massachusetts, and their counsel
fall apart.
Rock the old Cradle yet more! let Faneu
Hall send forth
The anger of true-hearted men, the lightning {
the North
Awake, ew-England! While you sleep, the foe
advance their lines;
Already on your strong holds wall their blood
banner shines.
Awake! and hurl them back again, in terror ar
despair,
The time has come for earnest deeds, we We not
man to spare.
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