Here shall the child of after years be taught The works of Freedom which his fathers wrought; Told of the trials of the present hour, Our weary strife with prejudice and power; How the high errand quickened woman"s soul, And touched her lip as with a living coal; How Freedom"s martyrs kept their lofty faith True and unwavering, unto bonds and death; The pencil"s art shall sketch the ruined Hall, The Muses" garland crown its aged wall, And History"s pen for after times record Its consecration unto Freedom"s G.o.d!
THE NEW YEAR.
Addressed to the Patrons of the Pennsylvania Freeman.
THE wave is breaking on the sh.o.r.e, The echo fading from the chime Again the shadow moveth o"er The dial-plate of time!
O seer-seen Angel! waiting now With weary feet on sea and sh.o.r.e, Impatient for the last dread vow That time shall be no more!
Once more across thy sleepless eye The semblance of a smile has pa.s.sed: The year departing leaves more nigh Time"s fearfullest and last.
Oh, in that dying year hath been The sum of all since time began; The birth and death, the joy and pain, Of Nature and of Man.
Spring, with her change of sun and shower, And streams released from Winter"s chain, And bursting bud, and opening flower, And greenly growing grain;
And Summer"s shade, and sunshine warm, And rainbows o"er her hill-tops bowed, And voices in her rising storm; G.o.d speaking from His cloud!
And Autumn"s fruits and cl.u.s.tering sheaves, And soft, warm days of golden light, The glory of her forest leaves, And harvest-moon at night;
And Winter with her leafless grove, And prisoned stream, and drifting snow, The brilliance of her heaven above And of her earth below;
And man, in whom an angel"s mind With earth"s low instincts finds abode, The highest of the links which bind Brute nature to her G.o.d;
His infant eye bath seen the light, His childhood"s merriest laughter rung, And active sports to manlier might The nerves of boyhood strung!
And quiet love, and pa.s.sion"s fires, Have soothed or burned in manhood"s breast, And lofty aims and low desires By turns disturbed his rest.
The wailing of the newly-born Has mingled with the funeral knell; And o"er the dying"s ear has gone The merry marriage-bell.
And Wealth has filled his halls with mirth, While Want, in many a humble shed, Toiled, shivering by her cheerless hearth, The live-long night for bread.
And worse than all, the human slave, The sport of l.u.s.t, and pride, and scorn!
Plucked off the crown his Maker gave, His regal manhood gone!
Oh, still, my country! o"er thy plains, Blackened with slavery"s blight and ban, That human chattel drags his chains, An uncreated man!
And still, where"er to sun and breeze, My country, is thy flag unrolled, With scorn, the gazing stranger sees A stain on every fold.
Oh, tear the gorgeous emblem down!
It gathers scorn from every eye, And despots smile and good men frown Whene"er it pa.s.ses by.
Shame! shame! its starry splendors glow Above the slaver"s loathsome jail; Its folds are ruffling even now His crimson flag of sale.
Still round our country"s proudest hall The trade in human flesh is driven, And at each careless hammer-fall A human heart is riven.
And this, too, sanctioned by the men Vested with power to shield the right, And throw each vile and robber den Wide open to the light.
Yet, shame upon them! there they sit, Men of the North, subdued and still; Meek, pliant poltroons, only fit To work a master"s will.
Sold, bargained off for Southern votes, A pa.s.sive herd of Northern mules, Just braying through their purchased throats Whate"er their owner rules.
And he, (2) the basest of the base, The vilest of the vile, whose name, Embalmed in infinite disgrace, Is deathless in its shame!
A tool, to bolt the people"s door Against the people clamoring there, An a.s.s, to trample on their floor A people"s right of prayer!
Nailed to his self-made gibbet fast, Self-pilloried to the public view, A mark for every pa.s.sing blast Of scorn to whistle through;
There let him hang, and hear the boast Of Southrons o"er their pliant tool,-- A new Stylites on his post, "Sacred to ridicule!"
Look we at home! our n.o.ble hall, To Freedom"s holy purpose given, Now rears its black and ruined wall, Beneath the wintry heaven,
Telling the story of its doom, The fiendish mob, the prostrate law, The fiery jet through midnight"s gloom, Our gazing thousands saw.
Look to our State! the poor man"s right Torn from him: and the sons of those Whose blood in Freedom"s sternest fight Sprinkled the Jersey snows,
Outlawed within the land of Penn, That Slavery"s guilty fears might cease, And those whom G.o.d created men Toil on as brutes in peace.
Yet o"er the blackness of the storm A bow of promise bends on high, And gleams of sunshine, soft and warm, Break through our clouded sky.
East, West, and North, the shout is heard, Of freemen rising for the right Each valley hath its rallying word, Each hill its signal light.
O"er Ma.s.sachusetts" rocks of gray, The strengthening light of freedom shines, Rhode Island"s Narragansett Bay, And Vermont"s snow-hung pines!
From Hudson"s frowning palisades To Alleghany"s laurelled crest, O"er lakes and prairies, streams and glades, It shines upon the West.
Speed on the light to those who dwell In Slavery"s land of woe and sin, And through the blackness of that bell, Let Heaven"s own light break in.
So shall the Southern conscience quake Before that light poured full and strong, So shall the Southern heart awake To all the bondman"s wrong.
And from that rich and sunny land The song of grateful millions rise, Like that of Israel"s ransomed band Beneath Arabia"s skies:
And all who now are bound beneath Our banner"s shade, our eagle"s wing, From Slavery"s night of moral death To light and life shall spring.
Broken the bondman"s chain, and gone The master"s guilt, and hate, and fear, And unto both alike shall dawn A New and Happy Year.
1839.
THE RELIC.
Written on receiving a cane wrought from a fragment of the wood-work of Pennsylvania Hall which the fire had spared.
TOKEN of friendship true and tried, From one whose fiery heart of youth With mine has beaten, side by side, For Liberty and Truth; With honest pride the gift I take, And prize it for the giver"s sake.