The dollar weekly bulletin. [volume] (Maysville, Ky.) 1862-1864, 1862-08-07
BY REV. 7. HEAPsTEAD.

New England, of The bright, green hill Is;
New England, Of the glitter frost,
The granite crags. the bounding rils,
And all the winters dazzling host;
Now England, proud of storied names
Won midst the battlos laundering flames,
And upwhose bays and on whose shores
Commerce her gay abundance pours,
Pause-it is well to ask if thou
Hast not q stain on hand or browl
Thy name rings on through every cline,
Thy sails spread to every breeze,
Thy masts are white with Arctic rime,
They hend before the tropic seas;
Thine was the dover in other days
Ofpatriot's voice and hero's lays,
And many lion heart was found
In thee; thy wales were holy ground;
And from thy many churches rose,
Through mornings blaze or evenings close,
a grateful incense unto Him
Before whose face the sun is dim;
And higf-born Honor walked with thee,
And Faith and sweet-eyed Charity;
But the eternal winds of Change,
That DER creations bosom range,
Have blown on thee, and thou art not
The same in beauty, heart, or thought!
Thy laurels now are worn by fools,
Or brawling factions mindless tools;
Thy churches, how like empty cellsl
Or crammed with rogues and infdels-
Where spiders starve, or Mo1mons sprawl,
And Carrisons and Cheevers bawl;
Another race now spread thy fame-
Race skilled to play the double game
OF sycophant, or warrior bold,
With lucre bought, for lucre sold.
Yea, tell me, who are they that stand
The foremost in thy councils now.
The men who wear the hateful brand
Of Cain stamped on the brain or browl
Thou, too, hast gold and copper slaves,
More than thy "green hills" are thy knavesi
With loatlling frown and rancorous mouth
You curse your neighbors of the South;
Cease, cease that Puritanic growl,
Fut off that hypo rite scowl!
For YOU the yellow rice-feld blooms,
The cotton waves its downy plumes;
For YOU the luscious cane juice flows
And negroes wipe their dripping brows;
Forego that spiteful, maniac glare,
Yea, bid your sanity 'clergy" tell
Tell if the thief and they who share
Sink not unto the same red hell;
Slaves till the soil-slaves press the cane
And pull the snow-white cotton ball;
With iron fist you grasp the gain
Too pure, you think, to aich stain
And in that blood bought luxury roll,
If it be such; but for YOUR gold,
And England's motherland of slaves,
Few human heads to-day were sold;
E-s. bro,, .har11 no the
You first that gloomy traffic planned,
The negro from his native land
Was torn by your piratic hand;
Your mercha nts love the favoriDg gales
Which blow,to thom the Southern bales;
For them no air has such balm,
Or sound so like Sabbath psalm,
As that which, with the snowy down,
Tobacco clusters darkly brown,
And sugar casks their wharves invade,
Though stained with that "accur=ed trade;"
They give their wealth and drop a curse
On those who fill their greedy purse,
With gold wrung from the negro's bands,
But has it ever burnt their handsf
Which think you has the deadlier grip;
Your avarice or the Southern tether.
W 44stA tiS DItDA4S4f %4SiSSA
4 lash of gold or braided leather!
They SOW the seed, you seize the grain,
They scatter and you reap again;
The hands that share the spoil with those
Which deal the CORY murdcrous blows
Alike shalt feel the avengers rod,
The curse of man, the fires of Godi
New England clergy, breathe prayer
For Carolina's bondmen dark.
And one for those whose hands prepare,
BY stealth, the swift piratic bark,
From Boston and New London pier
Across the Eastern wave to steer.
And watt IFS swarthy cargo DER
From Congo TO the Cuban shore.
Some spiteful chronicles have said
Your deacons drive hat dubious trade
Yea, pray for each, and thankful be,
Their sweat will swell your salary;
But cease that Puritanic growl,
Put off that hypocritic scowl,
That sanctimonious vail may blow
Aside; that smile may one day show
The dragon scales that CLEAN below!
WISDsoE, NV YoRK.