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Title: Texas - Voice Of New England Author: John Greenleaf Whittier [More Titles by Whittier] VOICE OF NEW ENGLAND. The poem immediately following indicates the intense feeling of the friends of freedom in view of the annexation of Texas, with its vast territory sufficient, as was boasted, for six new slave States. Up the hillside, down the glen, Like a lion growling low, It is coming, it is nigh! Clang the bells in all your spires; From Wachuset, lone and bleak, Oh, for God and duty stand, Whoso shrinks or falters now, Freedom's soil hath only place Perish party, perish clan; Like that angel's voice sublime, With one heart and with one mouth, "What though Issachar be strong "Patience with her cup o'errun, "Make our Union-bond a chain, "Vainly shall your sand-wrought rope "Give us bright though broken rays, "Take your land of sun and bloom; "Take your slavery-blackened vales; "Boldly, or with treacherous art, "Work the ruin, if ye will; "With your bondman's right arm bare, "Onward with your fell design; "Deeply, when the wide abyss "By the hearth, and in the bed, "And the curse of unpaid toil, "Our bleak hills shall bud and blow, "And when vengeance clouds your skies, "We but ask our rocky strand, "Valleys by the slave untrod, 1844. [The end] GO TO TOP OF SCREEN |