Page:Poems written during the progress of the abolition question in the United States.djvu/52

 Must he be told his freedom stands On Slavery's dark foundations strong— On breaking hearts and fettered hands, On robbery, and crime, and wrong? That all his fathers taught is vain— That Freedom's emblem is the chain? Its life—its soul, from slavery drawn? False—foul—profane! Go—teach as well Of holy Truth and Falsehood born— Of Heaven refreshed by airs from Hell!, Of Virtue nursed by open Vice— Of Demons planting paradise! Rail on, then, 'brethren of the South'— Ye shall not hear the truth the less— No seal is on the Yankee's mouth, No fetter on the Yankee's press! From our Green Mountains to the Sea, One voice shall thunder—!