Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1852-12-25

Slavery. One evening they were unusually
pressing, and urged the shame she would BRING
on herself and family, il she persisted.
She retired carly, and when her sister entered
the chamber, Sarah requested her to act a.
and the following was dictated.
know not if it has ever been published M
matter, it merits a scoro of editions. Quere
locs tho light that CLEANS through heaven
gate, Gil the soul" of Grace Greenwood as wher
'he was the victim Of domestic pcrsccutionsl
A. G..
TO MY SLAVERY ADVISERS.
Yc say that should toll for fame,
The vain worlds empty praise;
No for the weak, the bound, tho scourged,
Ny feeble voice raise;
To. Truth, and Right, and Liberty,
dedicate my lays.
Andacity most wonderful
Presumption mad dare,
Now standing upon Gods own earth,
And breathing Gods own air,
To shoe nay soui aud speak each truth
Ills hand has written there.
A woman, see woman stand
Bound by tyrants thongs,
| do not warblo forth her woes
In sweet and gentle songs;
dare to shriek her agony,
And cry aloud her wrongs.
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dare to pour woman's scorn
Upon tyrant's name,
l dare to call upon my land
To put away her shame;
Or mark the writing on the WALL"
Her doom, in words of fame.
dare when folding to my heart
The blessed word of God,
To hurl its terrible rebukes
On proud lords Of our sod,
Who withhold it from my brother.
And smite him with the rod.
dare to lit the priestly robe
And show its crimson stains,
dare to tell the groaning slave
Hes bound BY C.r,stian chains;
That DER the vineyard of tho Lord,
The God of Slavery rcigns!
dare, when ir my peaceful homo
seek my wonted rest,
For them, whom no encircling arms
Fold to mothers brcast
For them wholly no fathers voice
In accents kind.arc blcst
For them in all their midnight gloom,
Their toi! aud their dc7pair,
In all their fearful loneliness,
Their shame and want, daro
10 liit to heaven my pleading eyes,
And pour my soul in prayer.
The band of Abolitonists,
Whose limbs, hearts, minds arc free,
Whose liie's purpose and prayer,
Whose watchword's Liberty!
Whose hope is in that mighty Ono
Who rules Eternity!
Thsis music is no lulling stroin,
Drawn from q silken chord;
Thar light no. o.moonbsam that wakes no,
The insects of the sward;
But the thunder of high Heaven,
And the lightning of the Lordl
know they arc tho Nazarenos
OF modern scofEng Jews,
Yet there are those among them,
The latchet of whose shoes
AS yet / am unworthy
10 bend me down and loose.
shame's blush bc yows--yc dare not join
Our band of fearless braves;
Yet see the naughty Southerncr
Insult our fathers graves
With the clank of the accursed chains
lie fastcns on his slaves
Shamc's blush be yoWs-it shall not stain
Ny check, nor brand my brow
am an Abolitionist,
Nor will recall my vow,
While through Heavens cato CLEANS on m
soul
The light that fills it now.
No tyrant's seal is on my lip,
That it must needs be still;
am an Aholitionist
speak II with thrill
oIjoy and triumph. IN the strength
or mine own FREQ strong will.
am an Abolitonist!
Talk not to mo ofsAame;
tell yo, that that through life shall be
My high and steady aim
To form around my being
The glory of that namo
SARAH JANE CLARKE.
A Scene at Sing Sing Prison.