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Show 98 . . . hed within us 1 Is the old Pilgnm sp~r•t quenc f souls so low, d manhood o our Stoops the prou , vile can win us That l\fammon's lure or Party s ''l-.o silence now 1 . ' brink is verging, No-when our land to rums I· ,hile there is time! d' let us spea \. \\ In Go s name, lips are forcrin ~ , I dl cks for our " ~ Now, when t 1C pa o StLENCE ts CIUl\lE! h humbly asl< as favors What! shall we hencefolrt d less shall we barter, . II own? n rna I R ights a our ac~ the FREEDOM N nture gave us, For treacherous pe ' God and our charter 1 eek the free to fetter1 IIere shall theh ~~'~e~:~~ i:s horrid fires on high! Here Lync I I tlleir proud and skilled abettor And, 111 the c lurc '• Make truth a lie!- f the hallowed Bible, Torture the pages 0 bb and blood! To sanction en me, and ro er~' . And in Oppression's hateful servlce, hbel d G d' • Both man an o · Shall our New England stand erect no lo~ger, . hain! upon her down war way' But stoop 111 c . d stron er Thicker to gather on her hmbs an Day a~e; day 1 99 Oh, no; methinl<s from a1J her wild, green mountains: From valleys where her slumbering fathers lieFrom her blue rivers anti her welling fountains, And clear, cold sky;- From her rough coast, and isles, which hungry Ocean Gnaws with his surg()s-from the fisher 's skiff, \Vith white sail swaying to the billows' motion Round rock and cliff;- From the free fir c~s idc of her unbought farmerFrom her free laborer at his loom and wheelFrom the brown smith·shop, where, beneath the hammer, Rings the red steel ;- From each and all, if God hath not forsaken Our land, and left us fo an evil choice, Loud as the summer thunderbolt shall waken A P.EOl~LE's voiCE ! Startling and stern! the northern winds shall bear it Over Potomac's to St. l\fary 's wave; And buried Freedom shall awake to hear it Within her grave. 0, let that voice go forth! The bondman, sighing By Santee's wave, in :Mississippi 's cane, Shall feel the hope, within his bosom dying, Revive again. |
