Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1845-10-03
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.et the minious of Oppression,
Howliug, smite the air in wrath:
70 dungeon-keep, nor dagger-blads
Can stay it in its path,
Ne tell you naughty Southrons,
Though every Union crack,
It's coming like a whirlwind's march,
And ye cannot keep it back!
There is no breeze that autters
The leaflets of your vines,
No wave in all your ~river-paths,
No cloud above your pines,
No voice among your b~ird-songs,
Nor light in all your sky,
But is traitor to your tyrant-cause;
And Liberty's Ally.
They tell you of her coming
With a breath we canuot stay;
OF the river-rush of chaiuless thought
To sweep the wrong away;
And of the cloud-like shadow
OF freedoms A~ngel-wing,
The bird-notes of her songs of hope,
Der the chained and sorrowing;
The lightnings mock the flashing
Of her indignant eye,
And the b~eacon-stars are glorious types
Other sky-like majesty.
A million hearts are sending
Their ~life-pulse through her soul,
That with ever deep'ning volume now
Seeks river-like its goal.
Her guardians are immortal,
High truths that live unharmedt
And for her every hero slaln,
Leap up an hundred, armed.
The warriors of Oppression
Have ever shame alone,
Whether conquered or victorious,
On the gibbet, or a throne;
But the glory of the Righteous
Is more, in their defeat,
Than of the Wanting Evil-oues
When their triumphs seem complete;
And though the Lords Amounted
Should wear the crown of thorns,
Than theirs, no prouder coronal
A human brow adorns.
Ye may grid our living Martyrs
With iron and with stone,
And bar them the sweet visitings
OF the blessed air and sun;
And the holier commuuings
With fe~llow-hearts deny,
Till they seem almost as desolate
AS the millions are who cry
In your cruel house of bondage,
To the deaf and hollow sky;
Yet the Sabbath of the spirit
Shall dawn upon them there,
And the Truth for which they suffer wrong
Shall keep them from despair.
Ye have no bolts so MASSEY,
No walls so thick and high,
But the holy sense of Blesseduess
Shall melt them from the eye;
And through their crystal 'murements
The Peace of God will come,
Till the prisoners heart ~rcjoices
In his glorious martyrdom.
Then light the blazing furnace,
And heat the Kissing brand;
The flames which We have kindled there
Shall fire the Indignant land!
Strike deep the glowing iron
Till the shrinking flesh consume,
Then see! yourselves have traced the red
handwriting of your doom!
Read well those burning letters,
[hAlu hlip" nav 'uANoy
They mark the "SAvIoUR OF THE SLAVE,
They mean your SHIvERED STATES!
Now pass it, '"The Slaves Saviour"
Our watchword, through the land;
And be our '~orinamme" henceforth,
The Freeman's BRANDED HAND!
AS rings that thrilling watchword
Expressions heart shall quail,
And while that Hand is lifted up,
Our armies shall prevail,
And think We, blinded Southrous,
Your holds are danger-proofa
See, how beneath your weaver's hand,
Grows fast the fatal woofl
That web around Oppression
Shall coil with deadlier hurt
Than round the writing Hercules
Chung once the Centdur's shirt.
Ho! bravely drive the shuttle
That fast the wool may grow,
A banner for our victor march,
A deaih-Shroud for the foe.
For in Gods own strength victorious
The Deliverer shall be;
And though our blood feed all your Ian,
And flesh receive your burning brand,
The Union fall, or Union stand,
THE BoNDMAN SHALL BE FREE!
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