THE FUGITIVE SLAVE'S APOSTROPHE TO NIAGARA. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. Hail to thy roaring flood, Eternal torrent! dark Niagara, hail! How bounds my boiling blood, As thy loud voice comes thundering on the gale, Fierce is thy thunder-shock, As the wild waters in their madness leap From the eternal rock, Plunging and raging, with impetuous sweep, Till on the lake's calm breast thy boiling billows sleep. Whirl maddening passions in the bondman's breast, Ere the tired spirit finds its hallowed rest, In Freedom's stormless home, and glorious sunlight blessed. As thou hast been, thy leaping flood shall be, Glory to God on high! Free as thy tide are my unshackled limbs ; Join the wild chorus thy mad torrent hymns, Far from the southern plains, I've traced my pathway, through the sunless wild, That on my heel clanked heavy, from a child, On, by the beacon led, That burns, unerring, in the northern sky, O'er the lone fields I fled, To where thy thunder lifts its voice on high, And to the bondman tells the land of freedom nigh. Here, by thy foaming surge, Back on the hated land where I was born, Land of the chain and scourge, I pour the fires of unrelenting scorn, And hatred that shall burn, till life's last ray is gone. "Home of the true and brave," Where BASTARD FREEDOM broods her mongrel horde, And on the imbruted slave Plants the red heel, and with the life-blood poured, Stains the fell altars, where her horrid name's adored. It gave me but the chain, The scourge, and task, and bondman's life of woe, The holiest ties that bind us here below, Hearts that in woven beat with one united flow. Nor thus to me alone, – But fettered millions lift their arms on high, And yet our God shall turn, And on this land his fiery volleys pour, From far Astoria, to her eastern shore, And from her Sable cape, to where thy waters roar. Joy to the bondmen then, When his right arm is laid for Justice bare, And mountain, lit by one funereal glare, Then shall thy torrent be Their strong munition, and its bounding flood From the Avenger of the Negro's blood; Where blackness shrouds the land, where erst her glory stood. Over thy rugged brow Changeless and bright, the bow of promise bends, As Hope the clouds of Sorrow, when she lends To Earth the joyous light which from her glance descends. Eternal Priestess, thine Is the pure baptism of the chainless free ; Thy holy drops descend, as broad to me Let the fell tyrant rage; Into thy arms my sinewy form I fling, And though his keel may wage Mad warfare with thy billows, buffeting The roaring floods with might, thou'lt guard me from his sting. He may not cross thy tide, With the strong fetters of a tyrant's power; Thy waves in foaming pride The shrieking wretch in madness would devour, And clap their hands, and shout the bondman's triumph hour. O that the Negro's God Would give to dust this mortal part once more, Swathed in the cloud-wreath dim, my soul might soar, Loud with thy thunder tone My voice shall blend, and when this land shall rock My shout the tyrant's dying shriek should mock, November 1, 1841. E. D. H. PLEA FOR PEACE. BY WILLIAM W. STORY. "Blessed are the peace-makers, for they shall be called the children of God." Murder, in the open noonday, In our streets the fifes are playing, For a lustful law of conquest, Only worthy human brutes; And there are who call it glory Through a battle's crime to wade, And who deem that blood and carnage Is it by a Christian people, Is it in a Christian land, In this age of boasted Freedom Our Religion is a pretence, We have only faith in Gold? Is it to repel invasion ? Is it then for Freedom's cause We must do man's saddest duty, To defend our homes and laws? Oh! my country, how degraded Ah! that thou should'st break thy pledges, Be a coward and apostate, Falling from thy lofty aim, Treading on through blood to conquest, Treacherous, cruel, and unjust, Stealing from a weaker brother With a base unholy lust. Shame! that thou should'st fight the battles Of a coward and a thief, That three million human chattels Vainly ask a just relief! If there be a God in heaven, Mercy shall not always suffer, |