The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1850-04-04
WASHINGTON THURSDAY, APRIL A. 1850
For the National Ira.
THE NORTHERN TOURNAMENT.
RY GORGE rurNAM

THE NUkTHEkN TUtkAlMENT.
BY GEORGE W. PUTNAM.
Ho for the Northern Tournament
Arouse New EngIsnd's sons!
From every elan and party
Come forth. ye chosen ones,
Come forth TO rend the curtains
on Slavery's brooding night;
Up! up. ye freemen, to the field,
And battle for the right
Come not for words Of prasing,
Woman's smile or fading bay;
For Beaaty's lip and eye of light
The worm shall est away;
And for your names no lofty shaft
Shall lift Its head on high,
But ye shall for the human rare
DO DEEDS which cannot die!
Come from the cliffs whose mighty forms
Stand round about the bay,
Where, freighted &ith a Nations germ,
The lonely May Flower lay
From the rocks which heard thar thankful prayer,
When, an Era In all time,
The riigrinS kept their Ssbbrn
Beneath the snow.clad pine.
Come from your verdant hill. sides,
From your lakes and glorious streams,
From where through mountain passes
The Boreslis CLEANS;
Come from the distant Prairie
Where yet the red deer run,
And the hunters shadow lengtbeDs
In the la't rays Of the sun.
Come from the woodland homestead,
From the workshop and the mill
Bring burning lips and warm hearts,
Sinewy arms and iron will
BE ys worthy Of your ancestry,
Stand by the truths they cherished!
March in reverence DER the battle fields
Where in Freedoms cause they persisted.
Come not with prancing chargers,
Bring no cleaning spear or shield,
No helm or plume, as erst was seen
On hssshty TempIsy's Err
But as With solemn steps ye pass
The graves OF tnose OF yore, ~
Let the high priests Of Freedom
Bear the BIBLE on before
Look! how the call is answered
See the millions arm for Truth
See! impatient for the onset,
Hoary age and fiery youth
While from thsir Factory windows,
Wants toiling daughters, wan,
Earnest watch the tide of battle,
And cheer the freemen on.
Unlike the naughty knights who graced
yirginia's Tournament,
We bring plain forms, OF Yankee mould,
BY honest labor bent
Tongues more unfettered than the winds
Before which oceans heave
More fearless hearts than ever beat
The Templar's mail beneath!
Around our dsnntless heroes,
From the workshop, field, and food,
Smile no proud danes with garments
Red with their sisters blood;
But as down the dark arena
Manhood's arm Truths arrow hurls,
Yen hear the matron's blessing,
And the cheer of Yankee girls,
Our Queen Of Beautyu waits to walk
The path of Freedoms storm
She is no earthly spirit,
Nor bears she human form
She lived tefore Expressions hoOf
Ger human rights had trod
She stood and bowed, ere shone the stars
Before the throne Of God.
1as ~ s,s. ~~su uuaams,
She came u bless The wosaa,
And she shall stay, to see In dust
Earth's latest tyrsut hurled!
To see the last Of human tears,
Mans last foul fetter riven
Then upward lead her thralless throng
Unto her own bright heaven.
And to Liberty, our Goddess,
We shall every one bow down,
For she shall bear the sceptre,
And in triumph wear the crown!
While your might the slave Is crushing,
While ye pass the taunt ami tneer
While the Wrong ye basely Worship
Hark on the startled ear!
From the pearly gates of morning,
From the golden-curtained West,
Roll the freemen's thunder sboutings
Der the Alleghsny's creft!
Rise rise ye telling bondmen!
Your redemption draweth nigh!
Lo the besming OF your day star
lllumes the Northern sky
Hark! the voices Of the hersds!
And the swell Of Freedoms song;
The mighty line is moving!
See. the banners fash along!
Now from the Northern ramparts
Pesls the charging trumpet hoarse!
And the Mortimer on their steeds Of fire
Sweep down the Southern course!
As the rush Of many waters,
As the tempest In its might,
As comes the fearful avalanche
Adown the Alpine height
So cometh on for Freedom,
la close and stern array,
The gathering hosts Of God the Lord
LET TYRANNY GIVE WAY.
M, Mass, February II, 1850.