The Oxford intelligencer., 1860-12-19

va million ruthless swords
From North, from'East and West they seek
] "a The same disastrous goal,
With Christ upon the lying lip,
And Satan in the soul;
, Mocking, with ancient Shibboleth-
And wise and just restraints
ITO the Saints of Heaven was empire given
And zee alone are Saints y
II preacher to the pulpit comes,
And calls upon the crowd,
For Southern creeds and Southern hopes
To weave bloody shroud.
Beside the prayer-book on his desk
The bullet mould is seen;
J. And near the Bibles golden clasp
: The dagger's steely sheen;
The simple tale of Bethlehem
No more is fondly told,
For every priestly surplicc drags
= Too heavily with gold
The blessed Cross of Calvary
Becomes sign Of bale,
Z Like that which blazed when chieftains raised
The clansman of the Gael
I, Shown with the laws our fathers made
They bind our hearts no more,
Down with the stately edifiee
s-s Cemented by their gore
Forget the legends Of our race
Eface each wise decree
Americans must kneel as slaves,
Till Africans are free!
Out on the mere Caucasian blood
5 OF Teuton, Celt OF Gaui-
The stream which springs from Myers source
Z Must triumph over all !"
So speaks solemn Senator
Within those halls to day,
Which echoed erst the thunder burst
OF Webster and of Clay!
t.- o., ... ".
Hank to the bowling demagogues-
A fierce and rayenous pack
With nostrils prone, and bark and hay
Which run upon our track!
The waddling bull pup Hale-thc cur
OF Massachusetts breed
The moping mongrcl, sparsely crossed
With puritanic seed
The Boston bards who join the chase
With genuine beagle chime,
And Sumner, snarling poodle-pct
OF virgins past their prime
And even the sluts of Woman's Rights
Tray, Blanche and Sweetheart all
Are yelping shrill against us still,
And hunger for our fall
V.
Look North, look East look West--the sccnc
Is blackening all around
The Negro Gordon, year by year,
Is fast and faster bound;
The Black Line crossed--the sable flag
Surrounded by host
Our outposts forced-our sentinels
Asleep upon their posts;
Our brethren's likelihood flowing free
To stain the Kansas soil,
And shed in vain, while pious thieves
Arc httening on our toll
Look North, look West the ominous sky
Is moonless starless, black,
And from the Fast comes hurrying up
A sweeping thunder-rack.
VI.
Men of the South We have no kin
With fanatics and fools;
You are not bound by breed or birth
To Massachusetts, rules
A hundred nations gave their blood
To feed those healthful springs,
Which bear the seed of Jacques Bonhomme,
With that Of Bourbon kings.
The Danish pluck and sailor-craft,
The Huguenotic will,
The Norman grace and chivalry,
The Germans steady skill;
The fiery Cells impassioned thought
Inspire the Southern heart
We have no room for bigot- gloom,
Or pious plumbers art
VII.
Sons of the brave the time has come
To bow the naughty crest
To stand alone, despite the threats
OF North, or East or West!
The hour has come for manly deeds,
And not for pulling words
The hour has passed for platform-prate-
1t is the time for swords.
And by the fame of John Calhoun,
To honest truth be true;
And by old Jackson's iron viii,
Now do what you can do
By all ye love and all ye hope,
Be resolute and proud,
And make yourAag symbol high
Of triumph-ora shroudi
VIII.
Hen Of the South Look up-behold
The deep ndsuIlen gloom,
Which darkens DER your sunny land
With thunder in its womb
Are We so blind We cannot see
The omens in the sky?
Are We so deaf We cannot hear
The tramp of foemen nighf
Are We so dull We viii endure
The whips and seOrns of men,
Who hide the heart Of Titus Oates .
Beneath the words of Penn?
Are We so base, that, foot to foot
We will not Gladly stand