TEXAS.

"What though Issachar be strong! Ye may lead his back with wrong Overmuch and over long:

Patience with her cup o'errun,
With her weary thread outspun,
Murmurs that her work is done.

Make our Union-bond a chain,
Weak as tow in Freedom's strain
Link by link shall snap in twain.

Vainly shall your sand-wrought rope
Bind the starry cluster up,
Shattered over heaven's blue cope!

Give us bright though broken rays,
Rather than eternal haze,
Clouding o'er the full-orbed blaze.

Take your land of sun and bloom;
Only leave to Freedom room

For her plough, and forge, and loom;

Take your slavery-blackened vales;
Leave us but our own free gales,
Blowing on our thousand sails.

Boldly, or with treacherous art,
Strike the blood-wrought chain apart;

Break the Union's mighty heart;

Work the ruin, if ye will;

Pluck upon your heads an ill

Which shall grow and deepen still.

With your bondman's right arm bare,
With his heart of black despair,
Stand alone, if stand ye dare!

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Onward with your fell design;
Dig the gulf and draw the line:
Fire beneath your feet the mine:

Deeply, when the wide abyss
Yawns between your land and this,
Shall ye feel your helplessness.

By the hearth, and in the bed,
Shaken by a look or tread,
Ye shall own a guilty dread.

And the curse of unpaid toil, Downward through your generous soil Like a fire shall burn and spoil.

Our bleak hills shall bud and blow,
Vines our rocks shall overgrow,

Plenty in our valleys flow;

And when vengeance clouds your skies, Hither shall ye turn your eyes,

As the lost on Paradise!

We but ask our rocky strand,
Freedom's true and brother band,
Freedom's strong and honest hand,

Valleys by the slave untrod,
And the Pilgrim's mountain sod,
Blessed of our fathers' God!"

TO FANEUIL HALL.

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TO FANEUIL HALL.

ΜΕ

1844.

EN! - if manhood still ye claim, 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 byThrong to Faneuil Hall!

Wrongs which freemen never brooked-
Dangers grim and fierce as they,
Which, like couching lions, looked
On your father's way;

These your instant zeal demand,

Shaking with their earthquake-call

Every rood of Pilgrim land

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-

Come, and with your footsteps wake

Echoes from that holy wall:

Once again, for Freedom's sake,

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:
Freedom asks your common aid
Up, to Faneuil Hall!

Up, and let each voice that speaks

Ring from thence to Southern plains,
Sharply as the blow which breaks

Prison-bolts and chains!
Speak as well becomes the free
Dreaded more than steel or ball,
Shall your calmest utterance be,
Heard from Faneuil Hall!

Have they wronged us? Let us then
Render back nor threats nor prayers;
Have they chained our free-born men ?
LET US UNCHAIN THEIRS !

Up! your banner leads the van,
Blazoned "Liberty for all!"
Finish what your sires began.
Up, to Faneuil Hall!

THE PINE-TREE.

1846.

IFT again the stately emblem on the Bay State's rusted

Lshield,

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!"

set the battle in array!

Rise again for home and freedom! -
What the fathers did of old time we their sons must do to-day.