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Show 172 Hah! say ye that I've falsely spoken, Calling yc slaves ?-Then prove ye're not: Work a free press !-ye'Jl see it broken: Stand to defend it !-ye'll be shot: Oh, yes !-but people should not dare Print what the u brotherhood" won't bear! Then from your lips let words of grace, Glean'd from the Holy Bible's pages, Fall, while ye're pleading for a race \.Yhose blood has flow'tl through chains for ages; And pray-" Lord, let thy kingdom come!" And see if ye're not stricken dumb: Yes, men of God! ye may not speak As, by the Word of God, ye're bidden;By the press'd lip,-thc blanching cheek, Ye feel yourselves rebuked and chidden; And if ye're not cast out, ye fear it:- And why !-"The brethren" will not bear it. Since, then, through pulpit, or through press, To prove your Freedom ye're not able, Go,-like the Sun of Righteousness, By wise men honor'd,-to a stable! Bend there to Liberty your knee ! Say there thai God made all men free I Even there,-ere Freedom's vows ye've plighted, Ere of her form ye've caught a glimpse, Even there, are ilres infernal lighted, And ye're driven out by Slavery's imps. Ah, well!-" so persecuted they The prophets" of a former day! Go, then, and build yourselves a hal1, To prove ye are not slaves, but men! \Vritc "FREEDOM" on its towering wall! Baptize it in the name of PENN ; And give it to her holy cause, Benealh the lEgis of her laws: Within, let Freedom's anthem swell; And, while your hearts begin to throb, And burn within you---Hark! the yellThe torch-the torrent of the JJfob .'- They 're Slavery's troops that round you swerp, And leave your Hall a smouldering heap! At Slavery's beck, the prayers ye urge On your own servants, through the door Of your own senate, that the sc011rge May gash your brother's back no more, Are trampled underneath their feet, \Vhile ye stand praying in the street! TilE I'ENNSVLVANIA HAJ.(,. At Slavery's beck, ye send your sons To huut down Indian wives or maids, Doom'll to the lash !-Yes, and their bones, Whitening 'mid swamps and everglades, \Vhere no friend goes to give them graves, Prove that ye are not Slavery's slaves 1 ! At Slavcry't~ beck, the very hands Ye lift to Heaven, to swear ye're free, Will break a truce, to seize the lands Of Seminole or Cherokee! Yes-tear a flag, that Tartar hordes Respect, and shield it with their swords! Vengeance is Thine, Almighty God! To pay it hath Thy justice bound Thee:Even now, I sec Thee take Thy rod:- Thy thunders, leash'd and growling round TheeSlip them not yet, in mercy !-Deign Thy wrath yet longer to restrain !- Or-let thy kingdom, Slavery, come! Let Church, let State, receive thy chain! Let pulpit, press, and ha11 be dumb, If so "the brotherhood" ordain! The muse her own indignant spirit Shall still speak out, and men shall hear it. Yes :-while at Concord there 's a stone That she can strike her fire from still; While there's a shaft :ll Lexington, Or half a. one on Bunker's Hill, There shall she stand and strike her lyre, And Truth and Freedom shall stand by her. But should she thence by mobs be driven, For purer heights she'll plume her wing:Spurning a land of slaves, to heaven She'll soar,-where she can safely sing. God of our fathers, speed her thither! God of the free, let me go with her! 173 The following appeared in the "Pennsylvania Freeman," of thia city over the signature " N." The name of the auhtor is not known. ' THE PENNSYLVANIA HALL. Thai noble Hall threw up its light To meet the answering sky, While startled men with shuddering sight Saw threat'ning ruin nigh: |