186 Communion. If so thou may'st thy brethren free! Do this in memory of me!' Up-while ye slumber, deeper yet Oh rouse ye-ere the storm comes forth- Feel ye no earthquake underneath? Up now for Freedom !-not in strife The glory and the guilt of war: And smite to earth oppression's rod, Prone let the shrine of Moloch sink, Nor longer let its idol drink His daily cup of human blood: But rear another altar there, To truth and love and mercy given, Blessings of Enstruction. CI. BOWRING. THE heart has tendrils like the vine, Whose flowers are hope, its fruits are bliss, There are some bosoms dark and drear, Yet there a curious eye may trace Despise them not-for wisdom's toil 188 Blessings of Instruction. Insult him not-his blackest crime There is in every human heart And sweet it is the growth to trace, Convention. СІІ. M. W. CHAPMAN. Hark! Hark, to the trumpet call'Arise in the name of God most high!' On ready hearts the deep notes fall, And firm and full is the strong reply: 'The hour is at hand to do and dare!— Voice of New-England. J. H. KIMBALL. Go! bear the tale of warning round, And rocky peak, and wood, and dell, Not girt and panoplied in steel, But to a strife of heart with heart, And armed with Christian faith and zeal. 190 Convention. Say! shall the blood of the martyred slain, To prison and exile, scourge and chain, Throng, throng, from your mountains green! A mighty sound the region fills— An awful voice from our fathers' graves! It comes from the brows of a thousand hills'Woe to the lords of a land of slaves!' Up, woman! unto thee the prayer Of the oppressed and wronged is poured; In uttered thought and and fervid word; The lines of anguish and despair, Which mark the mother's lifted brow, Oh, shall that prayer be poured in vain ? No! by the lofty energies With which on Plymouth rock she strove. No! she shall rise in moral power, And plead with man and plead with Heaven, Till broken is the oppressor's rod, And freedom to the slave is given. |