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Mississippi (Mississippi, United States) (search for this): chapter 170
From her free laborer at his loom and wheel-- From the brown smith-shop, where beneath the hammer Rings the red steel-- From each and all, if God hath not forsaken Our land, and left us to an evil choice, Loud as the summer's thunderbolt shall waken A people's voice! Startling and stern! the Northern winds shall bear it Over Potomac's to St. Mary's wave; And buried Freedom shall awake to hear it Within her grave. Oh! let that voice go forth! the bondman sighing By Santee's wave, in Mississippi's cane, Shall feel the hope, within his bosom dying, Revive again. Let it go forth! The millions who are gazing Sadly upon us from afar shall smile, And unto God devout thanksgiving raising, Bless us the while. Oh! for your ancient freedom, pure and holy, For the deliverance of a groaning earth, For the wronged captive, bleeding, crushed, and lowly, Let it go forth! Sons of the best of fathers! will ye falter With all they left ye perilled and at stake? Ho! once again on Freedom's
New England (United States) (search for this): chapter 170
crime! What! shall we henceforth humbly ask as favors Rights all our own? In madness shall we barter For treacherous peace the freedom nature gave us, God and our charter? Here shall the statesman forge his human fetters, Here the false jurist human rights deny, And in the church their proud and skilled abettors Make truth a lie! Torture the pages of the hallowed Bible, To sanction crime, and robbery, and blood! And, in Oppression's hateful service, libel Both man and God! Shall our New-England stand erect no longer, But stoop in chains upon her downward way, Thicker to gather on her limbs, and stronger Day after day? Oh! no, methinks from all her wild, green mountains-- From valleys where her slumbering fathers lie-- From her blue rivers and her welling fountains, And clear, cold sky-- From her rough coast and isles which hungry ocean Gnaws with his surges — from the fisher's skiff, With white sail swaying to the billow's motion Round rock and cliff-- From the free fireside
Kingville (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 170
her unbought farmer-- From her free laborer at his loom and wheel-- From the brown smith-shop, where beneath the hammer Rings the red steel-- From each and all, if God hath not forsaken Our land, and left us to an evil choice, Loud as the summer's thunderbolt shall waken A people's voice! Startling and stern! the Northern winds shall bear it Over Potomac's to St. Mary's wave; And buried Freedom shall awake to hear it Within her grave. Oh! let that voice go forth! the bondman sighing By Santee's wave, in Mississippi's cane, Shall feel the hope, within his bosom dying, Revive again. Let it go forth! The millions who are gazing Sadly upon us from afar shall smile, And unto God devout thanksgiving raising, Bless us the while. Oh! for your ancient freedom, pure and holy, For the deliverance of a groaning earth, For the wronged captive, bleeding, crushed, and lowly, Let it go forth! Sons of the best of fathers! will ye falter With all they left ye perilled and at stake? Ho! once
John G. Whittier (search for this): chapter 170
50. lines. by J. G. Whittier. Men of the Northland! where's the manly spirit Of the true hearted and the unshackled gone? Sons of old freemen! do we but inherit Their names alone? Is the old Pilgrim spirit quenched within us? Stoops the strong manhood of our souls so low That Mammon's lure or Party's wile can win us To silence now? Now, when our land to ruin's brink is verging, In God's name let us speak while there is time! Now, when the padlocks for our lips are forging, Silence is crime! What! shall we henceforth humbly ask as favors Rights all our own? In madness shall we barter For treacherous peace the freedom nature gave us, God and our charter? Here shall the statesman forge his human fetters, Here the false jurist human rights deny, And in the church their proud and skilled abettors Make truth a lie! Torture the pages of the hallowed Bible, To sanction crime, and robbery, and blood! And, in Oppression's hateful service, libel Both man and God! Shall our New-Engl