Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1845-09-05

ron THE A. 8. BuGLE.
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w Tlttcn III TtuuiiR VI thO h'th"TlEH
imprisonment in Parkersburg Jail, OF three
citizens of Ohio by Virginians.
40, children of the mighty West! Ho, to
the rescue come!
For Slavery's foul and blighting form invades
your peaceful home.
The humble dwellings that you reared amid
the forest shade
Beneath whose rustling canopy your infant
children played,
Give no protection unto those who nobly
dare to be
The flying bondman's trusty friend, the Toe
of slavery.
Ye have seen those dwellings entered, and
their inmates torn away,
And the husband and the brother become
the spoilers prey.
We have seen your neighbors captured; and
the hands you used to press,
Are encircled now by letters in a dungeons
loneliness.
The roof tree where they gathered, the altar
where they prayed,
The demon-hand of Slavery in ruins now
has laid.
We calmly heard of WALKER in his PEN
sacola cell,
OF the grievous wrong and outrage that New
Engiand'S son befell,
And We told it to your children, with hearts
as dead and cold
To every noble feeling, as the Miser's thirst
for gold.
We heard, but little rocked ye, of the suffer
ing and pain,
OF the feper5fre raging in imprisoned Ton
REY's brain;
And We prayed not for the captive, nor the
opening of the door
That was barred and bolted on him in "blood
stained Baltimore"
Of Work, and Burr, and THoMP; Pr we
scarcely ever thought,
Their prison in Missouri and their letters
were forgot;
For you fancied that your dwellings at least
would be secure,
Nor yourselves be made to suffer what New
EngIand's sons endure.
But now that on Ohioans the ~tyrant's hand
is laid,
And the Preside of your brother a desola-
ton made;
Now that Southron marauders can leave
their native soil,
And make your very %neighbors the victims
of their spoil;
Now that the s'0ld Dominion SO proudly
claims the right
To make the 'Lion OF the West a captive
10 her might,
And TO violate at pleasure the laws which
you have given,
And trample down most impiously, each
high behest of heaven;
Win ye nearly quail before Virginia's ty.
rant rod,
For a mess of pottage selling the birtbright
gift of God2
And c~raven-iike conserving to remain a
crouching slave,
And bury, at her bidding, the hopes that
Freedom gavel
OR viii we rise in majesty, and bursting eve
ry chain
That keeps you from your liberty, your birth
night win again,
And tell the proud Yirginaan his day OF
pride is DER,
He shall bring no more his letters to Ghio's
Northern shore2
Oh, if the name of Liberty is pleasant t.
your ear,
If the deeds of noble valor of others We re
we're,
If the blood of daring freemen is %coursins
in each vein,
And the soul that dwells within you ha
spurned the tyrant's chain;
Then speak for Truth and Freedom, and you
words of living fire,
Shall be the kindling embers Of Slavery
funeral pyre:
Send forth your speech unfettered, and you
brothers shall 90 free,
For the words that We can utter shall Civ
them liberty.
Ho, children of the mighty West! Ho, t
the rescue come!
Recall your stolen brothers back unto thel
plundered home!
Raise high the shout for Freedom, till ever
hill and plain
Your words of Truth and Justice re-ech
back again.
Tell to the craven South land, ye no long
will or can
Assist their blood-stained tyrants to chatte
Use a man:
That the chain you helped to f%asten, at 81;
very's bid and beck,
Around your brothers. ankle is Calling @
your neck; fire,
And that we now are striving to make Oh
Free from the guilty UAIoN with wrong an
tyranny,
Free from the blood-stained COMPACT yol
fathers made of yore,-
The worshipped CONSTITUTIONS with i
status OF human gore.
N. T. T.
The True CHURcH.-"rhe true ChurC