The voice of freedom. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1839-1848, 1846-11-05
STANZAS.

SlaveS-croucnng on the very plttiho
Who're rolled the storm Of Freedoms war
A rroan from Eutaws haunted wood
A wall where Camden's martyrs fell
Bv every shrine Of patriot blood, -,
From Moultrie's wall and Jasper's well!
Bv storied hill and hallowed grot,
'Bymossv wood aud marShy glen,
Whence rang of old the rifle shot,
And hurrying shout of Marion's men!
The groan Of breaking hearts is there
The falling lash--the letters clank
Slqres-sLAvEs are breathing in that air
Which old DeKalb and Sumpter drank!
What, no! our countrymen in chains
The whip on WOMAN S shrinking iiesh!
Or soil vet reddening with the stains,
Caught from her scourging warm and fresh
What! mothers from their children riven!
What! Gods own image bought and sold!
AMERICANs to market driven,
And bartered as the brute for gold!
Sneak shall their agony of prayer,
Come drilling to our hearts in vain?
Tons. whose fathers scorned to bear
The patry menace Of chain;
To us whose boast is loud and long
Ofholy Liberty and Light
Sav, shall these writing slaves Of Wrong,
Plead vainly for their pundered Rightly
What! shall we send, with lavish breath,
Our svnpathies across the wave,
Where Manhood, on the field of death,
Strikes for his freedom, or grave?
shall pravers 20 up, and hymns be sung
For Greece, the Mo5em fetter spurning,
And millions hail with pen and tongue
Our light on all her affairs burning?
Shall Belgium feel and gallant France,
BvVendomes pile and Schoenbrun's wall,
And Poland. gasping on her lance,
The Impulse Of our cheering call
And shall the SLAVE, beneath our eye,
Clanll DER our fields his hateful chain?
And toss his lettered arms on high,
And groan for freedoms gift in vainF
Oh. say, shall Prussia's banner be
A refuge for the stricken slavef
And shall the Russian sorf go free
Nv Bafkers lake and Neva's wave?
And shall the wintry bosonlod Dane
Relax the iron hand of pride,
And bid his bondmen cast the chain.
From fettered soul and limb, aside2
Shall every flap of England's flag
Proclaim that all around are free
From "farthest Ind to each blue crag
That beetles DER the Western Sear
And shall we scott at Europe's kings,
When Freedoms fire is dim with us,
And round our country5 altar cllngs
The damning shade of Slavery's curseF
Go--let us ask Of Constantine
To loose his grasp on Polands throat;
And beg the lord OF Nahmoud Inc
To spare the struggling Suliotc-
VIII not the scorching answer come
From turbaned Turk and scorntul Russ;
Geo loose your fettered slaves at home,
Then turn and ask the like of us y
lust God! and shall we calmly rest,
The Christians scorl-the Heather mlrth-
Content to live the lingering lest
And bvword OF q hooking Earth?
Shall our own glorious land retain
That curse which Europe scorns to bear!
Shall our own brethren drag the cham
Which not even Russia's menials wear
Tn. then, in Freedoms manly part,
From gray beard cid to fiery youth,
md on the Nations naked heart
Scatter the living Goals of TRUTH
Up-while We slumber, deeper yet
The shadow Of our fame is growing!
Up-while We pause our sun mayset
In blood around our affairs flowing!
Oh rouse We, ere the storm comes forth
The Gathered wrath of God and man
like that which wasted Egypts earth,
When hail and fire above it ram
Hoar We no warnings in the air?
Feel We no earthquake underneath?
Up-up--why will We slumber where
The sleeper only wakes in death !!
Up nov for Freedom mot in strife
Like that your sterner fathers saw
The awful waste of human life
The glory and the guilt of war;
But break The chain---the yoke remove,
And smite to earth Oppression's rod,
with those mild arms Of Truth and LoTe'
Made mighty through the living God
Down let the shrine of Moloch sink,
And leave no traces where it stood;
Nor longer let its idol drink
His daily cup of human blood;
But rear another altar there,
To Truth and Love and Mercy given,
And Freedoms gift, and Freedoms prayer,
Shall call an answer down from Heaven!