The organ of the temperance reform. (Cincinnati, O. [Ohio]) 1852-1853, 1852-05-07

- come not, irende, 70 steal away your heeI'At
am no oFator a. Brutus BE-;
BuI as you know me ali, pain blunt man,
For have neither vii, nor worth nor Sords,
10 stir men's bl0od; Only speak night on
Show yOu sweet Calar'i wounds poor, poor dumb
And 6id them speak l6r me-"
nave come, 1 have come, osr ihe oceans broad
have come to the land Of the "nss and the
braves"
have come at the call OF this nation 50 blest,
Though poor homeless exile, lcOme as It's guest.
Yet come not my weary'wOrn limbs to repose
Where the hourishihg olive Of Peace quesnly
grOwsi
Nor come TO kindle the red fires OF wrath,
Or scatter, Of discord the seeds in my path;
And yet, as o'er Cesar, Mark Anthony bowed,
And wept, as he showed bis pale cOrso to the
crowd
Thus l como with the scone Of my oOuntry's
deep woe,
And like C@sar's dumb wounds, the dark picture
showi
Behold from aiar tho Hungarian plains,
Despoiled, and oppressed, their lov'd children
inchaiusi
Behold the broad sea of Oppression, that sweeps
o'er the land where the goddess o Liberty
weepsj
See the wide carnage field, on which Right battlo'
Might,
Till the tyrants came down ike the shadows o
nighti
EnshrOuding the Magyar, his country, and hall,
In a mantle OF bondage, dark, fearful pail
You weep at the picture, yet could you behold
But one tithe Of tho wrongs Of my nation enrolled
Could you see the cold hsarth-stones, the groups
in despair,
Alltbat's left Ofthe once happy household bands
there's
Could you see each dark prison, towering tomb
That enshrouds noble hearts in their wild, hope
less gloomi
Where mothers, and maids, in each horrd cell
lie,
Bound in letters aud chains to starve, suffer, aud
die;
And oh God Of Heaven its bitter to bear
Myown darling sisters are perishlng there,
NV oh fearful the thought is TO me
That We Or6myolyed in my sad destiny
And our dear, saiued mother, o. an sngol was
sent
From the regions beyond the brosd blue frma,
ment,
To bear, nom Sltn SNthtsI H'f lNlF spun dubN'l
70 glow in a circlet Of peace, JOY and love
o, see by the tear in each patriors eye
And here, on theso shores, meath Columba's
sky,
Ye are all, earnest patriots, gentle, and Just,
Al true to yourselves, and all true 10 you
trust,),
Yes, know by those tears and trat un mnrins
tone,
That each sou OF Libsrty's heart is nay own
Yet, ! come not, my fpe1lds, to wake muljr,
here,
By the sorrows that cling roand my rouutry'a sa
bier
come, poor exile, my story to toll
It's purpose not doubtUl-you all know ull well
leone to this bright, favored spot Of the earth
Where the children Of Freedom first owned thsi
glad birth,
come but to ask you, If nrvermore
May see, proudly see, o'er my own native shorr
The sunlight OF Hope, and Of Liberty rise,
70 illuminc with glsducss poor HUEsAEY's skier
Sasu nv people in bondage, ard slavery there,
frhaIe never more heir own sweet mouutstH sir
snail mothers. and children, f)r syermore stay
Aa,r from their own beloved homestendE away
an wssried, and fiendoss, far hence must 60
10 mug TO my heart its incubus OF voc;
Shall my Kindred in joy, bs neycrm0rc nrcst
Ina glad, warm embrace, to my owu happy brsssti
Snail uevcrnors marsha the way to the field,
Ir Tho araol Of Right, nuj to victory steclsd7
snail out banner no more bo uufpr.od to tba
breeze
Snail ncyarnore haraor FIope 'oG a 'hsso
saal my nation sink down in the gulf despair
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