The voice of freedom. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1839-1848, 1847-05-20
For the Voice of Freedom.
A DREAM.

tell YOU my friend, twas n curious sight
That saw in my vision of yester night;
So strange and so wild was the freak of my fancy,
That it brought to remembrance the Dream of De
Lancy."
Methcught as through glen and through wildwood ]
wandered,
Ipaused on the bank of stream, that meardercd
Its beautiful windngs, through meadow and lawn-
1t was jus: at the peep Of glorious dawn
OF Il mid summers day, when all nature was glad;
But somehow my thoughts at that moment were sad
For thought of the friends ofmy childhood so dear
Who had roamed with me there when the sky was
so clear,
Till the tear in my eye was beginning to start,
And audibly heard the sac thlob of my heart:
When saw in the distance just over the stream,
A beautiful hill side, rcsplendently green
looked at the river, looked at the main,
And beheld what transpircd, in silcncc,-wth pain,
For l saw that the landscape so chariningy bright,
All glowing with beauty meath heavens own light
Was peoplcd profuse, from side to the other,
With men who should recognize each as his brother;
While up on a hillock-above all the rest,
Sat the great man of all, in a crimson red vest.
1t was made of a strip ola Pirates old flag
And the cane that he carried was made of "snag,"
And he had on a belt that was ebony black,
Which was made of the skin of an old negro's back:
This was finished, and polished and faithfully tan'd
BY the muscle and bone of his own right hand.
His cap-ts materials then did not know,
But was told they were feathers from old Mexico!
--Wel they called him by name,-It was Presi-
dent Pok,-
And l knew it before.-How why, by his talk.
He said, -"'Tis shame that the North should so
vex us,
And make such fuss bout annexing of Texas
But they can't help themselves, that we'll soon let
them know,
For we'll get have annexed all of Mexico too!
l sit on my cushion from morning till night
What care how hard, or how frequent they fight;
Ills nothing to me how the bullets are flying;
It is nothing to me who are groaning and dying,
True, it's making some widows and orphans 'spose
But how little Icare, the Lord only knows"
Then he spoke in whisper to these who We're near
him.
But listened nentj and could easily hear him.
:" 1t is not for the profit, It's not for the gains,
1t is not for more land have taken such pains;
care not a straw for the good Of the nation,
only am seeking my own elevation;
intend by these means to acquire a great name,
And down to postority herald my fame!
I'm comPounding a PICKLE, my name to preserve,
And all the materials together Wen have;
Here is blood of the proudo5t Of Mexico'5 sons,
And here too is blood of our own valiant ones,
Here is muscle and flesh of all ages and sexes,
From Maine to Missouri, rom Iowa to Texas:
Here are sghs here are tears Of the widowed mother
Here are walls of sister, DER her lost brother;
Here are shrieks Of the damned, and groans of the
dying;
Here are bones, bleachod and dried, DER the battle
field lying,
And here too arc hearts both Of living and dead
Il sacrifice all in the compound I've madc,)
Here are curses ndlrowns & the fierce ind nation
ORA wrongcd--an indignant, an insulted nation
Here's expressions power, and the tyrants rod,
The curse Of the poor, and the wrath of God.
Now the fire with which we this mixture must boil,
I've procur'd from the bottomess pit with much
toll"
Then he gave it a toss and woke with ascream,
And thus ended my fearful but rational dream
NJ,