New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1861-08-18
BE JUST AND FEAR NOT.

REBELS against wrong, not right, - v
Did our brave old fathers fight. - il. Ir
Bot the tyrant eyed their bondrnen sli ie .isaleu
:" Ha ha La" said be, aotia ag l18 sa .A
"Tbe game you play on me yts,.la So sr9ri'il
Your own subjects shall set free. sa -.b s6f
BE it in white hands or black, h
/ welcome every gum more" 7su r.oE
And so he told every lack ..rf p ~ 10
Lard serf and sla,e, through Dunmore. Be- ,1aa
Then with wrath and fear sublime
Shook the first men OF that olden tine; hAa
Shocked were they, in their honest souls, Jsto.-
And kndled, rs the blast kindles coas. e.hfs3
" Too true, o ling, but the truth ..,...a
Is not true from thy MOUTH 40
Shall this sin of ours at our heads be hurled
BY the satan who brought it into the worldi
Wto but he freigbs the slave sbips7 .sf
Who but be cracks the slave whips
What we'd make better he makes worse
Graspstbe coin and leaves US the curse' i'-''' ''2
Thanks to thee for worthy vow, s'7,- 81
Greedy Old George the blind, 'a
We swear that our quarrel with thee now,
Shall be rs broad as ali mankind"
Then the big, trustful eyes of Sambo, iiJ'.i' ~
Mild and bright ae pitch pine 1iamoeau,
Saw in Jeferson's face hopes sun more
Than in the crafty old sconce of Dunmore. %
+" All right II not to die in slavery fated,
III wait, MASTER" And he waited.
Soon then, at Washington's gOdlike nod,
Drilling white and black men OBJ Cambridge sod,
II WIS., one May day on Yirgihias shore,
That a mason full of Solomons lore, ..,..-.- r
And just this much Of wisdom more, r,s
His plumb-legel and trowel bore, ~. -
And there laid the FIRST true foupdet;on,
For an upright, happy, human nation. 4 -
Rocl.cystal that ctone was clear and fawless,
Showing that lawgivers are not awless,
But bound firmly, when they strike, .
To lit all born men alike. Id ~. ....,-.,
When the mother Of States had laid that stone,
Joyfuy met under July sun,
Her sisters kissed it and pleased it--every one.
" On such a rock we're independent" lg
And the swords leaped forth respendeDt;
Bells get The air in ecstatic motion, au
Lake frantic, storm-quaked ocean,
And to make tho hail real, tempest louder, t.f
Every cellars dirt was leached for powder.
Again the biz trustful eyes Of Saplbo,
Aild and bright as pine-knot iamheau,
Than in the crafty words Of Dunmore.
4" All right. II not to Die in Slavery fa,ed,
III wait MASTER" And he waited.
And he waited. And at first the chain
80 slackened il scarce gave psin
And he helped with the tyrants might 10 cope,
With his big, mild eyes all full Of hope.
All woe to tell il, not sic sempc5,
Not after the tyrant fell,
Not after the jubilee bell,
For the freed master took the tyrants temper.
Tighter the links coiled round and round him,
AS il an iron anaconda bound him, t.I s.
Which broke, hounds stood by to hound him
Death to their bodies hell to their souls, who
Through that crystal rock my bondmen Free"
So the mother OF States spake, spite OF her crest,
Spite of the true stone her ssters had blessed,
SteaIthily aiming TO knock the nation ls
on hers and its own rock foundation.
Struck at thus, where doth the nation s,andi
DOTH honestly pay the old broken vow,
Planting its feet on the crystal base now
Or timidly talk of contmband,"
Hold black manhoods title from its Creator
Good, only if the white tyrant turn traitor,
Treat Bills of Right as pure pigments,
Freedom chiefly question Of pigments,
Holding ont 10 wicked States protection
'Gainst the mos. righteous Of all instruction
One sledgebammer blow from it's puissant arm,
Doing mortal fear, but no mortal harm,
Had left the slaves p.ison-house no lock.
That heavenly blow is not stricken,
But the blows Of the red battle thicken,
And our sons, crying, Boys, never later,
Let us lay our young lives OH Liberty altar"
Pace through the fire 20 Moloch J
Blest their pure souls though, they look from the
skies
But shame to The priests who order the sacrifice,
Shame and q curse to The power that does not say,
Before the battle is set in array,
" In the land we add these glorious graves to-
There shall be no Slavery for men TO be slaves to-"
In the good Gods name, cay, civilians.
(For We know well enough, by your statistical
beverage,
How Freedom shows far the blessedest average
How what's best for one lie best for thousand
millions,
Ye do but murder on both sides 10 every battle,
Till We proclaim our black brothers men, and no! cattle.
Fighting for law, yell forever blunder it,
Till we knock the traitors lie from under II.
Spun to hell, then, that claim satanic,
And our hearts shall know panic. E.w,
lngsHR 1851
MISSING.
Nor among the suffering wounded