Oh, come to my home, where my servants shall all Depart at thy bidding and come at thy call; They shall heed thee as mistress with trembling and awe, And each wish of thy heart shall be felt as a law." Oh, could ye have seen her -that pride of our girls "Go back, haughty Southron! thy treasures of gold And the sky of thy South may be brighter than ours, Full low at thy bidding thy negroes may kneel, TO W. L. G. CHAMPION of those who groan beneath In view of penury, hate, and death, Still bearing up thy lofty brow, In the steadfast strength of truth, Go on! for thou hast chosen well; Speak in a slumbering nation's ear, I love thee with a brother's love, The cloud of human ill. My heart hath leaped to answer thine, As leaps the warrior's at the shine They tell me thou art rash and vain A searcher after fame That thou art striving but to gain 1833. That thou hast nerved the Afric's hand, Have I not known thee well, and read Thy mighty purpose long ! And watched the trials which have made Thy human spirit strong? And shall the slanderer's demon breath To dim the sunshine of my faith Go on the dagger's point may glare The fate which sternly threatens there Then onward with a martyr's zeal Press on to thy reward The hour when man shall only kneel SONG OF THE FREE. ["Living, I shall assert the right of FREE DISCUSSION; dying, I shall assert it; and, should I leave no other inheritance to my children, by the blessing of God I will leave them the inheritance of FREE PRINCIPLES, and the example of a manly and independent defence of them."-Daniel Webster.] 1836. Freedom for heart and lip, If we have whispered truth, With the deep murmur: |