« PreviousContinue »
TO FANEUIL HALL.
N EN! — if manhood still ye claim,
IV If the Northern pulse can thrill, Roused by wrong or stung by shame,
Freely, strongly still :Let the sounds of traffic die :
Shut the mill-gate — leave the stall — Fling the axe and hammer by
Throng to Faneuil Hall !
Wrongs which freemen never brooked –
Dangers grim and fierce as they,
Shaking with their earthquake call
Ho, to Faneuil Hall!
From your capes and sandy bars —
From your mountain-ridges cold, Through whose pines the westering stars
Stoop their crowns of gold -
Echoes from that holy wall :
Rock your fathers' hall !
Up, and tread beneath your feet
Every cord by party spun; Let your hearts together beat
As the heart of one.
Banks and tariffs, stocks and trade,
Let them rise or let them fall :
Up, to Faneuil Hall !
Up, and let each voice that speaks
Ring from thence to Southern plains,
Prison-bolts and chains !
Dreaded more than steel or ball,
Heard from Faneuil Hall !
Have they wronged us? Let us then
Render back nor threats nor prayers;
LET US UNCHAIN THEIRS !.
Blazoned “Liberty for all !”
Up, to Faneuil Hall !
T IFT again the stately emblem on the Bay State's rusted
L shield, Give to Northern winds the Pine-Tree on our banner's tattered field, Sons of men who sat in council with their Bibles round the board, Answering England's royal missive with a firm, “ THUS SAITH
THE LORD !” Rise again for home and freedom! - set the battle in array ! What the fathers did of old time we their sons must do to-day.
Tell us not of banks and tariffs - cease your paltry peddler cries Shall the good State sink her honor that your gambling stocks
may rise ? Would ye barter man for cotton ? — That your gains may sum
up higher, Must we kiss the feet of Moloch, pass our children through the
Is the dollar only real ? — God and truth and right a dream? Weighed against your lying ledgers must our manhood kick the
O my God !- for that free spirit, which of old in Boston town Smote the Province House with terror, struck the crest of Andros
down! For another strong-voiced Adams in the city's streets to cry : “Up for God and Massachusetts ! - Set your feet on Mammon's
lie! Perish banks and perish traffic — spin your cotton's latest pound But in Heaven's name keep your honor — keep the heart o' the
Bay State sound !”
Where's the man for Massachusetts ? — Where's the voice to
speak her free ? Where 's the hand to light up bonfires from her mountains to the
sea ? Beats her Pilgrim pulse no longer ? — Sits she dumb in her de
spair ? — Has she none to break the silence? – Has she none to do and
dare ? O my God! for one right worthy to lift up her rusted shield, And to plant again the Pine-Tree in her banner's tattered field !
SUGGESTED BY A VISIT TO THE CITY OF WASHINGTON IN THE
12TH MONTH OF 1845.
W I TH a cold and wintry noon-light,
V On its roofs and steeples shed,
From the gray sky overhead,
Through this broad street, restless ever,
Ebbs and flows a human tide,
Wealth and fashion side by side;
Underneath yon dome, whose coping
Springs above them, vast and tall,
For the largess, base and small,
Base of heart! They vilely barter
Honor's wealth for party's place :
Leaving footprints of disgrace;
Yet, where festal lamps are throwing
Glory round the dancer's hair,
Backward on the sunset air;
There to-night shall woman's glances,
Star-like, welcome give to them,
Seek to touch their garments' hem,
From this glittering lie my vision
Takes a broader, sadder range,
Other pictures dark and strange;
Hark! the heavy gate is swinging
On its hinges, harsh and slow;
On a fearful group below
Pitying God! - Is that a woMAN
On whose wrist the shackles clash ?
Underneath the stinging lash ?
Still the dance goes gayly onward !
What is it to Wealth and Pride ?
On a scene which earth should hide ?
Vainly to that mean Ambition
Which, upon a rival's fall,
With a reptile's slimy crawl,