Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1852-05-13
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For the Freeman.
Gu on. 90 on, Young Elgn Of America =
Thy place IL M more upon the top of the Low
hills where thou reSt,th hll NOW, growing il
proud security. Thy place is above the noun
talns,-abcvn The hills Thy place is high up
near TO the sun, that, with the powerful swepI
OF thy mighty Wings, thou maySt dispell tn,
Glands of despoiism win h prevents the sun o
freedom over Europe to rise. Cherr-) rher
is thy gloinus place Thuher wills the thnn
dering voice nt thy p"Ople.-ihher calls the'
Ohio, The wonderful j'w,l of The wonderful
West -Ertraci from Kossuth speech al COtum
bus. Ohio.
ANSVER.--The Eagles Love Notes OF Loui
kOssuth.
ohthe wings ofthe whwlnd where lightning encro ache
My 'pirt has fingered o'er re Inns decline,
But nv hope flr the fatare as sunlight approaches,
Enkndes emotion for love If mankind
Not note frrm the vale, not breath fom the mountain
But signs forth in whispers the we Which bearj
And The upltfted tempest, which sweeps with eGmmoon
ExciteS in my bosom a love beamng tear.
For as Natures Geat sp t TINT breaches in the werS
And sweeps n'rr her confines N hundeis loud ar
Up the drt If long ages inc easing her powers.
Whse breath shall inguish those dim clouds Of yore
For the night of the despot has millions forbidden
The light of the morning which bins them to li'e;
And the Priest for long ages have canses so hidden
Despair, like those clouds, now ocrshadOwS the sky.
But each vestige Of error s faint nj lis d.. InP
When earth was encirced with nehnlnIs gloom.
And the heart tha'% oershad WED and in lis morning
May rio in its spirit as light from the tomb.
In the gonm Of the Andes, I've list, while reposng
o'er and forests where chaos delights,
have list unmprelvrd 10 those bIsunls outbmrsng
For LibeHy's watchwUrd IL re lch my bold ghts.
Now the morning is brighter and opens with splendor,
New blossoms appearing earlh's lern has come
As increasing Of sunlight spirits The thunder,
Pm moved with the sound Of the life and the drum.
Hark it from that heart which beats tor the
million,
Through echring f,rests-resornis hrough The sky;
On the shouts Of my peOpe-from freedoms vilion-
To go, calls mt thdhrr new cunQuests TO Try
List those ord rs Nv cIm in their efforts If whisper
On lluta of my pc ,pa c,unhnus'y here:
To GO on. he po'y round suns C'ystal vrspers-
Those cloud. qnck to s,lnd,r which darken To fear.
A. nv "pace is n , mo on the top Of the mountains,
Where resting til now " mas ,oun= Freedom began,
/ viii haste on my rand as stream from its "nnIains
And break those cloud columns which hang round the
sun,
In security prown' Yea, proud as thu mountains!
The wltchtowera # ug's wh4re ex smay sleep
When the old world b ling amid pinn'"m' and visions
Wen hover about them their vigil. IL keep
Yes our veins nlinple blood Of all nations ur'aken,
And tranprd in conscience by altar aud throne,
We were rxi-s from anguish b, tyrant>' breath driven,
And sought with The wild b, asts in forests home
Though now far fr the lind of fathers deception
Yet deep az those ages If Ion grst despair,
We have cav we'd wrongs in the earts If chill
dren,
With forvor If lightning Of tyrants beware!
All, We WAVES rNRE TURNING in bosomS Of Fermen,
Whose souls Graded in Of pure light
Self pr tected by viItue fr time hath awoven
Its Hopes with thy bio, SONS which betm IN hi sight.
To the depths Of our conscience his path u waking
His liv'ly Compassion aw"kes what vas last;
To his mission Pm answ with heat warmly beating,
Nor slumber viii e ,lalo in tempests arr tosl.
Never at II b. our thunder. or voice Of "nr people,
While reason is -yieJ caught il. "A snare,
FIr h Nv vin Is tn mighty useless the seeple,
While Life in its fhuniain Is lad " it'll despair
TO the man Of all Others my hosom is bending
III nifty united in love OF His star,
viii ha tie firm the M Hntan while zephyrs blending
And forward thelnrposeof E ARTlI'S BRAVE MAGYAR.
On, on, self appointed, as fires now enSindle
While clear the dome Of high hravrn's bright sphere,
Lei thy bosom oui burn in tn o the humble
And mike this black world far brighter ne here.
March Ia, 1852 7. A. DoDeE.