The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1847-04-26

To still more prohtsbly prey
Upon this land another day
May heaven this fell intent confound,
And break the chain with which they're bound
" To keep US poor degraded still
The slaves Of their despotio viii,
Their base and dirty work to do,
And fight their battles for them too
Alas as we've for ages done,
" To our undoing still we won.
They who'd befriend Us oft have slain
" To raise our foes TO wealth and fame;
And our own misery prolong;
q" None else on earth have done US wrong
To safe their syarco and pride.
" Dear haplsss one thy brothers died
And on didst thou weep for the day
or Sabraon's sad victory;
In Aughsnistan's ravine wild
Fell my brave boy, and only child.
"Proud Albion-dont thy sons call thee
Land Of the prosperous and the free
Thy glory 10 their fayorite toast
Thy wealth and power, their constant boast.
Was not that glory chiefly won
BY ms, the people you We undone
Thy wealth and power Ia plumber, crime,
In sviry land and every cline
"And yet with all thy riches pride
Empire and pirate OF wooden walls,
How of have thine own people died
"of hunger, near thy regal halls
"oh. that could afar proclaim,
With words OF light thy burning shame;
And to the ioathing world display,
THY heartlessnees and infamy.
lndite IL on the mountains high,
And stamp 1t glowing on the shy,
THAT all who hear appalled, our woe
Might too. our wrongs, and thy guilt know.
"Of all thy empire none did share,
" SO long as we thy fostering care;
q Ruled BY thy government alone,
Since we were swndcd Of our own,
Nay Of thy kingdom great and FREQ
Part integral, you say are we
That We must owe''-who can gainsay-
To thee alone our misery,
&" Az fcind have you governed we'll,
And made pleasant land N hell
Yet from this ruined ide may lava burst,
To lay thy power, tyranny, In dust
"Fates most affiicting bitter stroke,
What have We done to thus provoked
"Ths santing and sefrightoous say,
Our sins brought this calamity.
IL sin, twas that Of bearing long
With slavish su1srancs, 90 much wrsng-
must DO better guilt to share,
Than to msekly suffer and forbssr.
II 1t were caused by sins Of those
Patient, sinking under woes
Endured with christian meeknsss, still
The martyrs OF misruls and i'll
No hope, but heaven, their lot to cheer
Fer all the torment suffered here
Might we not like tbs psalmist say,
when the proud wicked, US arraigp,
"Thsvs washed eur hands in innossney,
And elsapsed our hearts In vain"
Thus, with voice excited, strong
The old man rsved Of right and wrong
In truths immortal words severe,
Although no living soul near
With his white head defsn cslcss, bare.
His giant frame and floating hair
He seemed, ~ 1t did round him Gov,
Like some tree withsrsd, capp'd with susw
His faculties that did return
To their old shrine to ncroely burn,
Hume and make the ruin bright
Ere taking their immortal flight,
Now gimmersd family in decay
Confused became his memory
And in u tone prophetic deep,
Though heavy with approaching slsep
Weep no more, dear child, said he,
{" For We shall yet have liberty
The liberty which dsspots give
The liberty, with health, to live
The liberty to 90 much gain
With labour shall life sustain
And in our land, which yet shall be
From misrule and oppression frss.
" Our Father, he to whom We pray
Give US our daily bread this day,
" Shall yet for us u table fair
Here In this wilderness prepare,
And we shall cat, he feebly cried
We shall eat, and be satisfied,
And our oppressors shall'- ceased,
His spirit rsnsomed, was released
TINT I.Mr,r
Weep hsplees Erin. bereaved and distressed.
For these thy children-most faithful and beat
Weep for tby strong sons, the noble and brave
who disd for the loved ones their death aid not q.