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Show GO SECOND DAY-:1-tORNINO SF.SSIOK. 0! loftier Halls, 'neath brighte1· skies than these, Stood darkly mirrored in the .IEgean seas, Pillar and shrine- nnd life·like s tatues seen, Graceful and pure, the marble shafts between"\ VJJe re glorious Athens from her rocky hill Saw Art and Beau ty subj ect to her will- Ami th e chaste temple, and the classic groveThe hall of sages- and the bowers of love, Arch, fane, and column, graced the shores, and gave Their shallows to the blue Saronic wave ; And statelier rose on Tiber's winding side, The Pan theon's dome-the Coliseum's prideThe Capitol, whose arches backward Hung The deep, clear cadence of the Homan tonguc' Vhence stern decrees, like words of fate, went forth 'l'o the awed nations of a conquered earth, \Vhere the proud Cresars in th eir glory came, And Brutus ligh tened from hi ~ lips of il ame! Yet in the porches of Athena's halls, And in the shadow of her stately walls, Lurked the sad bondman, and his tears of wo "\Vet the cold marble with unheeded flow; And fetters clank ed beneath the silver dome Of the proud Pantheon of imperious Rome. 0! not for him-the chai ned and stricken slaveBy Tiber's shore, or blue £gina's w::lVe, In the throngl'd forum, or the sages' sen.t, The bold lip pleaded, and the warm heart beatNo soul of so rrow melted at his pain- No tear of pity ru sted on his chain! But this fair H all to Truth and Freedom give n, Pledged to the Right before all earth and Heaven, A free arena for the strife of mind, To caste, or sect, or color unconfi ned, Shall thrill with echoes snch as ne'. .c r of old From Roman Hall, or Grecian Temple rolled; Thoughts shall find utlerance, such as never yet The Propylea or the Forum met. Beneath its roof no gla1liator's strife Shall win applauses with the waste of lifeNo lordly lictor urge the barbarous game, No wanton Lais glory in her shame. But here the tear of sy mpathy shall flow, As the ear listens to the tale of woe- ILere in stern judgment of the oppressor's wrong Shall strong rebukings thrill on Freedom's tongueNo partial justice holds th' unequal scale- No pride of caste a brother's rights assail- No tyrant's mandates echo from this wall, Holy to Freedom and the Rights of All! But a fair field, where mind may close with mind , Free as th e sunshine and the c hainl cs~ wind : T'OF.TlCAt ADDRE SS OF J, 0. WHITTIER. \Vhere the high trust is fixed on Truth alo ne, And bonds and frlters from the soul are thrown, ·whe re wealth , and rank, and worldly pom p, and might, Yield to the presence of the True and Right. And fitting is il that this Ibll should stand ·where Pe nnsylvania's Founder led his band, From thy blue waters, Delaware !-to press The virgin verdure of the wilderness. Here, where all Europe with amazement saw The sou l's high freedom trammelled by no law ; Here, where the fierce and warlike forest-men Gathered, in peace, around the home of PENN, A wed, by the weapons· love alone hat! given Drawn from the holy armory of Heaven- Where Nature's voice against the bondman's wrong First found an earn est and indi gnant tongu e\ Vhere Lay's bold message to the proud was borne; And Keith's rebuke, and Franklin's manly scorn!Fitting it is that here, where Freedom first From her fair feet shook off the old world's dust, Spread her white pinions to our \Vestern bladt, And her free tresses to our sunshine cast, One Hall should rise redeemed from Slavery's banOne T emple sacred to the Rights of Man!- 0 ! if the spirits of the parted come, Visiting angels, to their olden home-lf the dead fathe rs of the land look forth From their far dwellings, to the things of earth- Is it a dream that with their eyes of love, They gaze now on us from the bowers above? Lay's ardent soul--and Benezet the mild, Steadfast in faith , yet gentle as a child-Meek- hearted Woolman,-and that brother-band, The sorrowing exiles from th eir" FATHER LAND," Leaving their homes in Krieshiem's l1owers of vine And the blue beauty of their glorious Rhine ' To seek amidst our solemn depths of wood' Freedom from man, and holy peace with Gorl; Who first of all their testimonial ga\'e Against th' oppressor,--for the outcast slaveIs it a dream that such as these look down ' And with their blessing our rejoicings cro,;n? Let us rejoice, that while the Pulpit's door· Is b~rred against the pleaders for the poor~ \VJule the Church, wrangling upon points of faith, Forgets her bondmen suffering unto death- \Vhile crafty Traffic and the lu st of Gain Unite to forge Oppression's triple chain, One d?or is open-and one T emple free- A restmg-place for hunted Liberty ! \Vhere men may speak, unshackled ami unawed High words of Truth, for Freedom and for God.' Gl |