Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1848-06-30
When Macy, through another door,
Sprang out into the wood.

Was music to their ear.
A gray rock, tasseled Ger with birch
Above the waters hung,
And at It's base, with every wave,
A small light wherry swung.
A ~leap-they gain the boat-and there
The goodman Yields his oar:
=" III luck betide them alr'-he cried,-
1.-The laggards upon Shore"
Down through the crashing underwood,
The hurley Sheriff came
"Stand, goodman Macey-yield myself;
Yield in the Kings own name.'
SNOW out upon thy hangman's face J"
Bold Macy answered then
whip Women, on the village green,
But NEEDLE not with men,"
The Priest came painting to the sho,e-
His grave, cooked hat was gone:
Behind him, like some owls nest, hung
His wig upon a thorn.
''Come backbone back ~ the Parson cried,
THE Church's curse beware"
Course AN thou wilt" said Macy, "5ut
Thy blessing prithee spare
"Vile scofIer !" cried the bafled Priest
"Thou'lt yet the gallows see." Led,'
"Whose born to be hanged, will not be drown
Quolh Macy merriIy;
'And so, sir Sheriff and Priest, good bye y
He bent him to his oar,
And the small boat glided quietly
From tho tyyoin unnn the ShOrp.
Now in the West, the heavy clouds
Scattered and fell asunder,
While feebler came the rush Of rain,
And fainter growled the thunder.
And through the broken clouds, the sun
Looked out serene and warm,
Painting its holy symbol-light
Upon the passing storm.
Oh, beautiful! that rainbow span,
Der dim Crane-neck was blended
One bright foot touched the Eastern hills,
And one with Ocean blended.
BY green Pentucket's southern slope
The small boat glided fast
The watchers of d" the Block-house" saw
The strangers as they passed.
That night a stalwart garrison
Sat shaking in their shoes,
To hear the dip of Indian oars
The glide of birch canoes.
They passed the bluffs of Amesbury,
And saw the sunshine glow
Upon the Powwow's winding stream,
And on the hills OF Pc.
The fisher-wives of Salisbury,
(The men were all away,)
Looked out to see the stranger oar
Upon their waters play.
Deer-Island's rocks and ~ir-trees threw
Their sunset-shadows DER them,
And Newbury's spire and weathercock
Peered DER the pines before them.
Around the Black Rocks, on their left,
The marsh lay broad and green; led
And on their right, with dwarf shrubs crown
Plum Islands hills were seen.
With skilful hand and wary eye
The harbor-bar was crossed
A plaything Of the restless wave,
The boat on ocean tossed.
The glory of the sunset heaven
On land and water lay
On the steep hills of Agarvon,
On cape, and bluff, and bay.
They passed the gray rocks Of Cape Ann,
And Gloucester harbor bar;
The watch-fre of the garrison
Shone like a setting star.
How brightly broke the morning
On Massachusetts Bay!
Blue wave, and bright green island,
Rejoicing in the day.
On passed the bark in safety
Round isle and headland steep
No tempest broke above them,
No fog.cloud yelled the deep.
Far round the bleak and stormy Cape
The vent'rous Macy passed,
And on Nantucket's naked isle,
Drew up his boat at last.
And how, in log-built cabin,
lhey Draved the rough sea-weather;
And there, in peace and quietness,
Went down life's vale together;
How others drew around them,
And how their fishing sped,
Until to every wind of heaven
Nantucket's sails were spread
How pale Want alternated
With Plenty's golden smile;
" Behold, is il not written
In the annals Of the isle?
And yet that isle remaineth
A refuge of The free,
As when true-hearted Macy
Beheld it from the sea.
Free as the winds that winnow
Her shTubless hills of sand
Free as The waves that batter
Along her yielding land.