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Show 40 Prone let the shrine of Moloch sink, And leave no traces where it stoodNor longer let its idol drink His daily cup of human blood : But rear another altar there, To truth and lore and mercy given • And Freedom's gift, and Freedom's prayer; Shall call an answer down from Heaven . STANZAS FOR THE Tl:MES.• Is this the land our fathers loved, The freedom which they toiled to win 1 Is this the soil whereon they moved 1 Are these the graves they slumber in 1 Are we the sons by whom is borne The mantles which the dead have worn! And shall we crouch above these graves, With craven soul and fettered lip! Yoke in with marked and branded SLAVES, And tremble at the driver's whip 1 Bend to the earth our pliant knees, And speak-but as our masters please! *The' Times' a11utled tiJ, were those ev il times of the pro-slavery 1\Ieeting in Faneuil Hall for the suppression of Freedom of Speech, lest it should endangea· tho foundations of commercial soc iety. In view of the outrages which a careful observation of the times hatl enabled him to foresee mu!l.t spring from the faflie witness horne against the abolitionists hy the speakers at that meeting, well might G;\rrison !iny of them, 'Sir, I consider the man who fires a city, gui ltlesa in comparison.' |