May Day.

I.

UP, ye slumberers, one and all!
Welcome in the smiling May!
Hear ye not her thrilling call?

Will ye waste in bed the day? 'Tis a morn for old and young, Prodigal of joy and song.

II.

See the watch-fires of the night,
One by one, are vanishing:
What a glorious tide of light

Issues from Morn's golden spring!
Flooding every land and clime,
Up the sun goes - slow sublime.

III.

Birds of every kind and hue

Airily are glancing by,

And with notes expressive, true,

Fill the air with melody:

Who would lose their joyous strain?

Who, inert, abed remain?

IV.

Maiden, with the flashing eye,

Quench its brilliance not in sleep;

Let thy blushes, mounting high,

Shame Aurora's color deep; Gather flowers to braid thy hair: For a Queenly state prepare!

V.

Child, absorbed in sportive dream,

Be not Slumber's pretty dupe;

Dedicatory Lines to Liberty.

I.

ANOTHER year, devoted to thy cause,
O LIBERTY! has swiftly fled away:
Not till the war is over would I pause,
Nor for my spirit seek a holiday:

It needs none, for its strength knows no decay.
This is no time for loitering, while thy foe,
OPPRESSION, seeks thy precious life to slay :
His hand is raised to give the fatal blow,
That he may gorge himself afresh with human woe!

II.

Dispensing with all forms, I consecrate

Anew, this day, my soul to God and thee, Reckless of what may be my earthly fate: For this I know, that all shall yet be free, And God and thou shall gain the victory. What though these eyes may ne'er behold the time? A coming age shall hail the jubilee,

When men of every caste, complexion, clime, Shall burst their chains, and stand in dignity sublime.

III.

I care not, tyrants! for your strength or power, Your savage mien, your more than savage rage; It is for you, not for myself, to cower;

Sustained by TRUTH and RIGHT, I dare engage Your fierce array, and single combat wage. In FREEDOM's cause one shall a thousand chase, And two ten thousand drive from off the stage:

The brave are never found among the base

Where Innocence is bold, Guilt hides his crimson face!

IV.

What is before me, Lord, is known to thee;

To me all is unknown, except thy will,

That I in all things should obedient be,

Come weal or woe, come present good or ill-
Nor fear those who the body only kill.

Thy will is mine, and let thy will be done!

Thy light and love my spirit sweetly fill :Following with zeal the footsteps of thy Son, With martyrs I rejoice the Christian race to run.

V.

E'en to this hour, to public gaze I stand,
An object feared, rejected, and abhorred;
And for my labors to redeem the land,

Reproach and infamy are my reward:
But time shall justice unto me accord.
To him, who, for Thy sake, takes up his cross,

Thy promises are rich and sure, O Lord!
Fire from th' adulterate ore extracts but dross,
But the pure gold sustains, and can sustain, no loss.

VI.

Courage, O friends! a thousand fields are won!
Ten thousand foes lie prostrate in the dust!

Your task, though onerous, is nearly done;
Still in the LORD JEHOVAH be your trust,

And victory crowns you, for your cause is just!

All yokes and manacles shall yet be riven;

The monster SLAVERY shall die accursed;

Sweet freedom to the pining thrall be given,

And a grand jubilee be kept by Earth and Heaven!

APPENDIX.

[From the Boston Liberator of November 7, 1835. j

TRIUMPH OF MOBOCRACY IN BOSTON.

I SHALL give, as far as I am capable, an exact and faithful account of the ruthless disturbances which took place in Boston on Wednesday afternoon, Oct. 21st, and by which this city was suddenly transformed into an infuriated pandemonium. It is the most disgraceful event that has ever marred the character of Bostonians, whether reference be made to the time of its occurrence, or to the cause which was assailed, or to those who stood obnoxious to violent treatment. The recent pro-slavery meeting in Faneuil Hall supported' the theory of despotism, and the tumultuous assembly of Wednesday carried it into practice — trampling all law and order, the Constitution and personal liberty, public decorum and private decency, common humanity and Christian courtesy, into the dust. The light of day did not cause a blush, nor the certainty of exposure restrain from indecent and barbarous behavior, nor profession or station deter 'respectable, wealthy and influential citizens' from enacting the part of ruffians and anarchists. All distinctions (excepting that of color, to the honor of the BLACK MAN be it recorded) were blended, for the purpose of gagging the advocates of freedom, and infusing new strength into the arm of the remorseless scourger of Woman at the South. The merchant and the aristocrat- the wealthy and the learned the respectable' and the influential'-the professor and the profane-were all huddled together in