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-
Arise and cast back the dark wealth of her curls,
With a scorn in her eye which the gazer could feel,
And a glance like the sunshine that flashes on steel!

"Go back, haughty Southron! thy treasures of gold
Are dim with the blood of the hearts thou hast sold;
Thy home may be lovely, but round it I hear
The crack of the whip and the footsteps of fear!

And the sky of thy South may be brighter than ours,
And greener thy landscapes, and fairer thy flowers;
But, dearer the blast round our mountains which raves,
Than the sweet summer zephyr which breathes over slaves!

Full low at thy bidding thy negroes may kneel,
With the iron of bondage on spirit and heel;
Yet know that the Yankee girl sooner would be
In fetters with them, than in freedom with thee !"

TO W. L. G.

CHAMPION of those who groan beneath
Oppression's iron hand :

In view of penury, hate, and death,
I see thee fearless stand.

Still bearing up thy lofty brow,

In the steadfast strength of truth,
In manhood sealing well the vow
And promise of thy youth.

Go on! for thou hast chosen well;
On in the strength of God!
Long as one human heart shall swell
Beneath the tyrant's rod.

Speak in a slumbering nation's ear,
As thou hast ever spoken,
Until the dead in sin shall hear-
The fetter's link be broken!

I love thee with a brother's love,
I feel my pulses thrill,
To mark thy spirit soar above

The cloud of human ill.

My heart hath leaped to answer thine,
And echo back thy words,

As leaps the warrior's at the shine
And flash of kindred swords!

They tell me thou art rash and vain

A searcher after fame

That thou art striving but to gain
A long enduring name

1833.

That thou hast nerved the Afric's hand,
And steeled the Afric's heart,
To shake aloft his vengeful brand,
And rend his chain apart.

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
Avail with one like me,

To dim the sunshine of my faith
And earnest trust in thee?

Go on the dagger's point may glare
Amid thy pathway's gloom-

The fate which sternly threatens there
Is glorious martyrdom !

Then onward with a martyr's zeal

Press on to thy reward

The hour when man shall only kneel
Before his Father God.

[“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.]

PRIDE of New England!

Soul of our fathers!
Shrink we all craven-like,

When the storm gathers?
What though the tempest be
Over us lowering,
Where's the New Englander
Shamefully cowering?
Graves green and holy

Around us are lying, —

Free were the sleepers all,
Living and dying!

Back with the Southerner's

Padlocks and scourges !

Go-let him fetter down
Ocean's free surges !

Go-let him silence

Winds, clouds, and waters.
Never New England's own
Free sons and daughters!
Free as our rivers are
Ocean-ward going-

Free as the breezes are

Over us blowing.

1836.

Up to our altars, then,
Haste we, and summon
Courage and loveliness,
Manhood and woman!
Deep let our pledges bé:
Freedom for ever!
Truce with oppression,

Never, oh! never!

By our own birthright-gift,
Granted of Heaven -
Freedom for heart and lip,
Be the pledge given !

If we have whispered truth,
Whisper no longer;
Speak as the tempest does,
Sterner and stronger;
Still be the tones of truth
Louder and firmer,
Startling the haughty South

With the deep murmur:
God and our charter's right,
Freedom for ever!
Truce with oppression,

Never, oh! never!