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Show Whittier and Garrifon. " By eve1·y shrine of patriot blood, From Moultrie's wall and Jasper's well; By storied hill and hallowed grot, By mossy wood and marshy glen, "\Vhenee rnnrr of old the rille-!'lhot And hurrvinrr hout of Marion's men; • 1::> And by each spot of haunted ground, TVlwre Freedom weeps her cldlrlren' s fall, - By Plymouth's Rock, and Bunker's mound, By Griswold's stained and shattered wall, By "\Varren's ghost, by Langdon's shade,By nU the memories of our dead ! " Wha.t we dcsircu to suggest to our friend 'Vhittier,- to whom the cause of impartial liberty is o immensely indebted for his efforts in its behalf,- wa , that in every point of view, Ilarper's Ferry deserves as honorable a reference in song as ":Moultrie's wall," and Ja per's we1l," or as "Eutau's l1aunted wood," and "Bunker's mound,"- " '\Vhcrc rolled the storm of Freedom's war!" and that John Brown, in perilling, ay, and in losing his life to deliver the slaves of Virginia from their thraldom, ought (to say the lea t) to take rank with "\Van·en's ghost and Langdon's shade." That's all! WILLIA?t:I LLOYD GARRISON. THE TRUE POEl\1. A correspondent of the Liberator suggests that "the following thrilling lines of 'Vhitticr, written many years ago, (as a tribute to a lamented friend of the Anti- lavery cause, Presi· dent C. B. Storrs,) seem more appropriate to Freedom's mm·· tyr, John Brown, than the lines upon him in the New York .Independent." Thou hast fallen in thine armor, Thou martyr of the Lord ! With thy last breath crying, "Onward 1" .And thy hand upon the sword, • Whittier and Garri{on. The haughty heart dcridcth, And the sinful lip r eviles, But the blessing of the perishing Around thy pillow smiles. Oppre sion's hand mny scatter Its nettles on thy tomb, And even Christian bosoms Deny thy memory r oom ; For lying lips shall torture Thy mercy into crime, And the slanderer shall flourish As the bay-tree for a time. But where the south wind lingers On Carolina's pines, Or falls the careless sunbeam Down Georgia's golden mines; Where now beneath his burden The toiling slave is driven, "\Vherc now·a tyrant's mockery Is offered unto IIt'avcn ; - "\Vhere Mammon hath its altars 'Vet o'er with human blood, And pride nnd lu t debases The workmanship of God ; - There shall thy praise be spoken, Redeemed from falsehood's ban, "\Vhen the fetters shall be broken, And the SLAVE shall be a MA.N ! In the evil days before us, And the trials yet to come ; In the shadow of the prison, Or the cruel martyrdom ; "\Ve will think of thee, 0 brother! And thy sainted name shnll be In the blessing of the captive, And the anthem of the free. |
