Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1852-10-16
The Rescue Of Jerry.
TuNR-Y Yankee Girl

and lake;
The silver dew glistens on hill side and tree;
Afar o'cr the mountains the rising mists flee;
Now the ycomcn go forth for the fruit Of the
sof
And the artisans hasten again to their toll;
But bark the wild cry which comes forth on
the air
Speaks of sadness and sorrow, of woe and dispair,
How the blood moves apace, how the beating
heart thrills,
As the low tollng bells echo out from the hills
Haste haste sor the boastcr hath set on his
hounds,
And the oppressor has leaped O'cr Humanity's
bounds.
Io the olives from their covert have scented
their prey!
Their fetter is on him they bear him away
To his doom they will take him, DER field and
o'cr food,
Aud tho Tyrant's keen lash will drink deep Of
his blood
Up up to the rescue o stalwart of limb
From the salt-spring and cornfcld, and work
shop so dim,
Pass on the high summons and marshallcd in
might,
Come forth, o 20 people, for Freedom and
Right
IIark the uproar of voices tho tramping of
feet
As they throng in their thousands the bridges
and street;
And their words like the voice of the ocean
arose,
As they murmured defiance and wrath at their
foes
" Say brothers for this did the Patriots toll
For this did their hfe.blood once reddcn our
soil -
And the hunters of men stood aghast at the
sound,
And trembled with fear as the watchword went
round,
"Come peaceful dclivcrance-or bloody afTray,
The Slave shall bo free, Gro the dawning of
day.
1t was cvcning-tho stars kept their watch in
the sky,
When through the still Heaven rang glorious
and high
The cry of the PBorLE-" Io down with the
wall
BRING him out bring him forth set him free
from his thrall
IIark the crash (! it was done with the quick
ness of thought
Mid the fire of the foe, in the path of the shot
And the bright throng of Haven bent down.
ward to see,
When they brought forth the man, still in fet-
tiers, but FREE
And the shout that went up as proud Tyranny
fell,
Shook, with its deep thunder, the ramparts Of
He'll
Bear him on by the altars, unscarred by the
chain,
Where the Trumpet of Freedom ne'er echoed
in vain.
Where the Priest hath not taken the robber'i
reward,
Or the man-tbief once drank Of the cup OF tn
Lord.
Where they ponder what God hath incribcd o
4 tho sky:
/ "Man is great and immortal the truth cannt
= die
II Where long hath been heard, though Faith
: open door,
i The dash Of Times waves on Eternity's shor
O Where was planted with tears mid the tempe
of Sin
The germ of the harvest this night gathered i
And still by the torch light they bear him alon
With words of rejoicing. with shout and wi
R song,
; And the young city won in that hours nigh
:, strife,
rr An honor unfaGing-green laurels for life
c. And pure hearted WOMAN, high beauty al
10 worth,
~ To cheer on the deed, and the doors, came fol
u And to him whose transgression would sta
: oceans food,
re They paid thirty pieces-the old price of bloo
ID *And Boosters vain threat-and q Slav
y broken gyres
u, Side by side have their place in Natol
~ ~ arehieves!
W lie is gone-with no brand of The Slave on
L brow
ed Aud the throne Of Monarch shall shelter
VS. now.
IN But Frcemen, o keep yc, forever and aye,
US In honorcd remembrance the deed and the di
~ ~ And Iifo's coming host shall tell proudly
81 tale
II, How the plotters were baiIlcd-tho boast
", grew pale,
as When the might of the PEOPLE by Tyran
W curst
~ Gave their threats to the wind-and their"La
M to the dust