Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1856-08-23

Than live as lives the scorned and stricken slave.
Kindly the welcome shadows of the night
Fell like a mantle DER their hurried fight;
With naught to guide them but the polar star,
They bend their steps toward freedoms home alnr
lis it a myth or shall they find Mt last
That blessed shore their tolls and trials pastN
Hope whispers aye" and smiling, glidcs bcforc'
Seorning the pains and danger of the way
They follow, till Ohio's verdant shore
Breaks on their gaze, as breaks the golden day
On some lone traveller, in strange wilds astray.
O, rapturous sight They kneel upon tie sod
And pour their souls in gratitude to God.
We who thus far my simple truthful lay
Have kindly followed, now perchanco may say,
Thank God, you're safe at last from slaycry's
hell,
The port is gained; good youth and maid, farewell,
But stay my friend! not lightly thus is found
That ballowcd spot, fair freedoms hallowed
ground;
For where ere our country's vaunte6 banner waves
There may the tyrant seize his trembling slaves.
The hellish blood. hounds follow on their track,
And northern christians calmly give them back.
us there no God in Heaven ?" in wild dismay
The sinking heart cries, That thus night and day
The bondman's prayers of agony, in vain
Bcsiege the skies ? Surely his bolts should rain
Fierce vengeance on the tyrant; as Of yore
On Sodom, now his fiery bolts should pour
Sudden destruction on the demon base,
Tho accurscd enslaver Of a hap!ess race.
Patiencel o, doubling heart, God never left
One human creature of all hope bereft;
For when affections waters darkest roll
In whelming waves above the sinkin & soul,
His mercy hath provided us a way
That leads from darkness, to eter nal day.
Praise the good God lie kindly gives us breath,
But not less kindly sends his angel Death
To lead our footsteps from earth's thorny road,
Wiener We faint beneath life's weary load.
Within a dark and gloomy dungeon built,
For savage men, whose souls are stepped in guilt
Robbers and murders;-the lovers wait
That fiat, pitiless as Death or Fate,
Because a fire burned in each noble soul
Which Tyrants might not smother or control.
But cen on deserts, some sweet flower will opo
To cheer the wanderers like a smile of hope;
And cen within that dungeons living tomb
There comes ray to light its midnight gloom:
A plying Angel in a woman's form,
A star of night-a rainbow of the storm;
For meath her m%antle's ample folds she bore
A key to unlock deaths barred and bOlted door
A murderous dagger-yet it seemed to them
More precious than a monarch's diadem.
For, brings it not a sure and swift release
From Slavery's woes "a harbingcr of peace
For peace that life denies that stricken slave
Is found at last, within the quiet grave.
Farc-ye-well, your woes are past,
Yc have found a glorious rest!
For your bark is moored at last
In the haven of the blest;
On that bright and peaceful shore
Earthly woes shall vex no more.
BY that glad immortal river.
Where your willing feet now stray,
Comes the ruthless tyrant, never,
Seeking for his trembling prey;
Never Ger those peaceful plains
Shall the bondman clank his chains.
Freedom that yo sought in vain
On the earth, at last ye've found
Gone your bitter grief and pain;
With immortal glory crowned
Mid the blest forever dwell.
Souls acknowledgement