Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1846-03-27

"Cry aloud (; spare not.'-Laiah.
Cry aloud-let thy voice not be hushed,
Let its tones like a trumpet resound I;
For the weak by my people in anguish are
crushed -.
Tween the iron-clad heel and the ground!
Oh! lift up thy voice-let it tell
OF the deeds of black darkness they do;
Through the land of the fetter and chain let
it swell, .
Till its sound pierce the %slaver's den thro'!
For their sins are as scarlet and walls oil
despair
In sad murmurs increasingly burden the air
Vet daily they call on my name,
And are earnest to know of my ways;
And the priest, as he winks at the deeds Of
their shame,
Essayeth my counsels to praise!
OF Justice and Truth they inquire,
As a people that loveth the Right,
And all, from the youth to the Reverend sire,
In the teachings of Wisdom delight!
And of Charity, Mercy and Duty they talk,
And rejoice in the Heavenward pathway to
walk
Why have we thus tasted" they cry,
"And still thou dost heed not our call!
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Most d~evoutly before thee we fall
Oh! lookest thou not on the ground,
Where tho tears of our prayers are strown?
And nearest thou not when thy temple around
Re-echoes the penitent's groan?
While thus with a~flliction our souls are OPP
pressed,
Say, why from thy hand is no favor ex-
pressed 2"
Hank hear ye, my people-behold,
AS lowly before me you kneel,
Your willy lips never have dared to unfold
The anguish your slave victims feel
Why should l give heed to your cries,
Why should l e'er grant your request,
When around me the dolorous wailings arise
OF those by your burdens oppressed?
Mid your prayers do | hear the sad slave
mothers moan,
And the tears of her woe drown the thoughts
of your own!
What availeth your tears, tn ough a flood
Should descend where in worship you
kneell
Lo! the gifts on your affairs are dappled with
blood,
Blood-stains that you may not conceal!
And your hypocrite priest standeth there,
With a sanctifed air on his face;
Though devout are his tones as he calleth in
prayer
For his measure of heavenly grace,
Yet concealed in the folds of his robe there
is gold,
The price of his sisters for prostitutes sold
Do | choose such a fast as We hold,
AS a bulrush to bow down the head,
While the weak in the man-stcaler's sham
lies are sold,
And to hopeless captivity led
Behold we have fulness of bread,
And of comforts a plentiful store
Yet the poor who but ask with the crumbs
to be fed,
Are s%purned with contempt from your door
There is blood on the scourge when the pen
itents sigh
Not thus shall you call to be heard upoi
high!
But a fast such as this do | ask
That the burdens of wrong you unbind
That you cease to put out with the whip an,
the task
The immortal aspirings of mind!
That you break every fetter in twain;
That the ~out-cast and famished you feed
And that he who has burst from the bond o
his chain,
Be not turned from your door in his need
And that from your thresholds you banis
for aye
The blood-rusted sceptrc of Tyranny's sway
When your garments are washed from thei
stains,
And your hands from the blood which the,
bear
When your bondmen are loosed from tn,
thrall of their chains,
And you list to the down-trodden's prayer
Oh then will your light, as the rays
Of Aurora, when night fees away,
Burst forth in the s%plendor and glorious blaz
OF a bright and illustrious day:
Then the pulse of your life its quick thrill
shall resume,
And your health as a rose in the waste-place
bloom
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