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/ 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 Frincifles, and the example of a manly and independent defence of them."—Daniel Wtbster.\

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.

Up to our altars, then,

Haste we, and summon
Courage and loveliness,

Manhood and woman!
Deep let our pledges be:

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!

1836.

THE HUNTERS OF MEN.

Wbitten on reading the report of the proceedings of the American Colonization
Society, at its annual meeting in 1834.

Have ye heard of Out hunting, o'er mountain and glen,
Through cane-brake and forest — the hunting of men?
The lords of our land to this hunting have gone,
As the fox-hunter follows the sound of the horn:
Hark ! — the cheer and the hallo !— the crack of the whip,
And the yell of the hound as he fastens his grip!
All blithe are our hunters, and noble their match —
Though hundreds are caught, there are millions to catch.
So speed to their hunting, o'er mountain and glen,
Through cane-brake and forest — the hunting of men!

Gay luck to our hunters !— how nobly they ride

In the glow of their zeal, and the strength of their pride !—

The priest with his cassock flung back on the wind,

Just screening the politic statesman behind —

The saint and the sinner, with cursing and prayer —

The drunk and the sober, ride merrily there.

And woman — kind woman — wife, widow, and maid —

For the good of the hunted, is lending her aid:

Her foot's in the stirrup — her hand on the rein —

How blithely she rides to the hunting of men!

Oh! goodly and grand is our hunting to see,

In this "land of the brave and this home of the free."

Priest, warrior, and statesman, from Georgia to Maine,

All mounting the saddle — all grasping the rein —

Right merrily hunting the black man, -whose sin

Is the curl of his hair and the hue of his skin!

Woe, now, to the hunted who turns him at hay!
Will our hunters be turned from their purpose and prey?
Will their hearts fail within them ? — their nerves tremble, when
All roughly they ride to the hunting of men?

Ho ! — Alms for our hunters! all weary and faint

Wax the curse of the sinner and prayer of the saint.

The horn is wound faintly — the echoes are still,

Over cane-brake and river, and forest and hilL

Haste — alms for our hunters! the hunted once more

Have turned from their flight with their backs to the shore:

What right have they here in the home of the white,

Shadowed o'er by our banner of Freedom and Right?

Ho !— alms for the hunters! or never again

Will they ride in their pomp to the hunting of men!

Alms Alms for our hunters! why will ye delay,
When their pride and their glory are melting away?
The parson has turned; for, on charge of his own,
Who goeth a warfare, or hunting, alone?
The politic statesman looks back with a sigh —
There is doubt in his heart — there is fear in his eye.
Oh! haste, lest that doubting and fear shall prevail,
And the head of his steed take the place of the tail.
Oh! haste, ere he leave us! for who will ride then,
For pleasure or gain, to the hunting of men?

^CLERICAL OPPRESSORS.

[in the Report of the celebrated pro-slavery meeting in Charleston, S. C, on the 4th of the 9th month, 1835, published in the Courier of that city, it is stated, "The CLERGY of all denominations attended in a body, Leading Theib Sanction To The Froceedings, and adding by their presence to the impressive character of the scene !"]

Just God ! — and these are they
Who minister at Thine altar, God of Right!
Men who their hands with prayer and blessing lay

On Israel's Ark of light!

What! preach and kidnap men?
Give thanks — and rob Thy own afflicted poor?
Talk of Thy glorious liberty, and then

Bolt hard the captive's door?

What! servants of Thy own
Merciful Son, who came to seek and save
The homeless and the outcast, — fettering down

The tasked and plundered slave!

Pilate and Herod, friends!
Chief priests and rulers, as of old, combine!
Just God and holy! is that church, which lends

Strength to the spoiler, Thine?

Paid hypocrites, who turn
Judgment aside, and rob the Holy Book
Of those high words of truth which search and burn
In warning and rebuke;

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