Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1855-07-14
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Us to solve that problem work out that experiment
ana determine indeed whether the reward Of
successful contest is to be ours and whether the
gems which deck the victor's brow shall be with ~,
" with the niinions of despotism
We live ut time when we arc called upoh 10
AIRY out the Revolution which our fathers com
nenced. They declared great principles, and thet
struggled bravey in their defence They achieved
physical revolution. 1t is left for us to work out
1 moral ;lhd spiritual one They struck the crown
from thr head Of the tyrant. ltis our mission ts
herate the slave from the chains that fetter him
1t is onr mission to carry forward more glorious
revolution than their own viii any one hesitate
to take his part in this contcst-to enroll himself
in the great host that to fight the battles OF
freedom? ] trust not, my friends. 1t seems To-
me that the time and all the signs of the time,
indicate, if we drc faithful but little willis
longer, that we shall and mnst succeed. APP
plausc)
| do not know in conclusion, that can better
express the sentiments that crowd upon my mind
at this time than by repeating the language of ou
most gifted New England poet the Quaker poet,
Whittier:
Now joy and thanks Forever more!
The drcary night has well nigh passed
The slumbers of the North are DER
The giant stands erect at last.
More than we hoped in that dark time.
When faint with watching, few and worn,
We saw no welcome day-star climb
The cold grey pathway of the morn
Oh weary hours Oh night of years
What storms our darkling pathway swept;
Where, beating back our throngng fears,
BY Faith alone our march we kept,
How .jeered the scofng crowd behind,
How Knocked before the tyrant train,
As, one by one, the true and kind
Fell fainting in our path of pain
They ded-thoir brave hearts breaking slow
But, sefforgetful to the last,
In words of cheer and bugle-glow
Their breath upon the darkness passed.
a mighty host, on either hand,
Stood waiting for the dawn Of day
To crush like reeds our feeble band
The morn has come-and, where arc theyf
Troop after troop its line forsakes,
With peace-whte banners waving free,
And from our own the glad shout breaks,
OF Freedom and Fraternityw
Like mist before the growing light,
The hostile cohorts melt away;
lIurra our foemen of the nighs
| Are brothers at the dawn of dayt
As, unto these repentant ones,
| We open wide our toil-worn ranks,
Along our line murmur runs,
Of song and praise and grateful thanks.
Sound for the onset! Blast on blast!
Till slavery's minions cover and quail;
One charge of fire shall drive them fast
Like chaff before our Northern gale
Oh, prisoners in your house of pain,
Dumb, toiling millions, bound and sold
Look stretched in Southern vale and plainy
The Lords delivering hand behold!
Above the tyrant's pride Of power,
Ills iron gates and guarded wall,
The bolts which shatter ed Shinar's tower
Hung, smoking, for a fiercer fall!
Awake awake! my Father-Iand
1t is thy n orthern light that shinesI
This stirring march of Freedoms band,
The storm-song of thy mountain pines.
Wake, dwellers where the day expires;
Your winds that stir the mighty lake,
And fan your prare's roaring fires,
They're Freedoms signals wake awakef