Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1857-10-03
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For the Anti Slavery Dugle
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BY c. L. NJ.
V.
Mid the garden roses,
The Lady Julia stands
Roses smiling round her,
Roses Ia her hands.
She hath dwelt in roses,
All her happy life
She feareth not earth's sorrows,
Heedeth not its strife.
With her eyes of azure,
With her locks of gold
Heaven never made a face more fair,
The world, q heart more cold!
So the heavens above her,
Smile with cloud!ess light
She needs snot those who wander,
Lost in starless night.
So tie summer roses
Be in life her part,
She thinks not of the cruel thorns.
That pierce anothers heart.
They met in the wide old Hall
He young, noble. worshipcd, and proud
And she who had tasted the norwood and gall,
Of bondage whose neck to the yoke was
bowed.
The blood to his heart in a torrent rushed
And her cheek with a sudden brightness flushed,
Like the morning sky as rosily,
When its Lord first smiles from the Eastern
sea
They met in the wide old Hall
Twas but for a moment no word was spoken,
Yet their hearts were bound in captive thrall,
With chains of Adamant, never to be broken !!
O! why do they paint Love an idle Coy,
Twining garlands in childish JOY
Mighty is he for woe or for veal
A Vulcan forging fetters of steel!
VII.
Gather, o fair Rosalie,
The roses all fresh and bright
Irvine them in shining garlands.
To braid with thy locks of night.
For the flush on thy cheek is brighter
Than the hue of the fairest rose:
And with the light Of a happy heart,
Thy dark eye sparkes and glows.
And the song on thy lips is sweeter
Than the birds on the wildwood tree
And thy step is gay as waves that dance
In sunlight across the sea.
Then gathertthe fresh young roses,
Bright with the diamond dew
The thorns are now for another,
The roses are all for you !
But the roses fade and die,
When the summer DAYS are past;
When chill Autumn clouds the sky,
Who can bide the bitter blast?
So the joys that cheered the heart
While the sun Of Hope was high,
Like the sumn.e flowers depart
When misfortune clouds the sky!
40 world o unjust world!
Fair to the outward seeming, but within,
Full of all cruelty and wrong, and woe,
A s~epulchre of sin!
OF I had only seen,
The waves that on the surface dance in light;
Now the dread depths of infamy, and wrong,
Burst on my startled sight!
To me my sire had seemed,
A kindly sovereign DER a blest domain
see him now a tyrant, meath whose sway,
Slaves groan, and toll with pain
p Great God and is it just.
That wealth and ease should be my part in life
While she, earth's iovliest daughter knows a'ons
Its bitterness and strife
But FOR her noble heart,
And Cor the beauty of her matchless face,
| will shake Of this lethargy. and plead
The cause of her crushed race.
And men shall heed my voice,
Till slaves beneath our skies no longer pine;
And all the glory. ali the praise shall be-,
o! angel maiden, thine !"
What clouds Dun Warren's naughty brow,
What tempests now above him lowerf
Hath he not lands and slaves enow,
Or doth he sigh for place and powerf
All well-a-day the greybeards say,
'Wo for Dun Warren's naughty race.
When his grey head shall pass away.
Who then will come to fill his placef
Not that sad boy whose brain is turned
With ideas strange, and wild perchauce
in his long journeyings he hath learned,
In infdel accnrsed France
But let him leave his atheist lore,
In that false land where first it sprung
Such dangerous words should never more,
Fall from a proud Virginian's tongue.
But if he still assail our laws.