The Tocsin

John Pierpont

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"If the pulpit be silent, whenever or wherever there may be a sinner, bloody with this guilt, within the hearing of its voice, the pulpit is false to its trust."

--D. Webster.


Wake! children of the men who said,
"All are born free!"--Their spirits come
Back to the places where they bled
In Freedom's holy martyrdom,
And find you sleeping on their graves
And hugging there your chains,--ye slaves!


Ay,--slaves of slaves! What, sleep ye yet,
And dream of Freedom, while ye sleep?
Ay,--dream, while Slavery's foot is set
So firmly on your necks,--while deep
The chain her quivering flesh endures
Gnaws, like a cancer, into yours?


Hah! say ye that I've falsely spoken,
Calling you slaves?--Then prove ye're not;
Work a free press!--ye'll see it broken;
Stand to defend it!--ye'll be shot.--
O yes! but people should not dare
Print what "the brotherhood" won't bear!


Then from your lips let words of grace,
Gleaned from the Holy Bible's pages,
Fall, while ye're pleading for a race
Whose blood has flowed through chains for ages;--
And pray,--"Lord, let thy kingdom come!"
And see if ye're not stricken dumb.


Yes, men of God! ye may not speak,
As, by the Word of God, ye're bidden;
By the pressed lip,--the blanching cheek,
Ye feel yourselves rebuked and chidden;
And, if ye're not cast out, ye fear it;--
And why?--"The brethren" will not hear it.


Since, then, through pulpit, or through press,
To prove your freedom ye 're not able,
Go,--like the Sun of Righteousness,
By wise men honored,--to a stable!
Bend there to Liberty your knee!
Say there that God made all men free!


Even there,--ere Freedom's vows ye've plighted,
Ere of her form ye've caught a glimpse,
Even there, are fires infernal lighted,
And ye're driven out by Slavery's imps.
Ah, well!--"so persecuted they
The prophets" of a former day!


Go, then, and build yourselves a hall,
To prove ye are not slaves, but men!
Write "Freedom," on its towering wall!
Baptize it in the name of Penn;
And give it to her holy cause,
Beneath the Ægis of her laws;--


Within let Freedom's anthem swell;--
And, while your hearts begin to throb,
And burn within you--Hark! the yell,--
The torch,--the torrent of the Mob!--
They 're Slavery's troops that round you sweep,
And leave your hall a smouldering heap!


At Slavery's beck, the prayers ye urge
On your own servants, through the door
Of your own Senate,--that the scourge
May gash your brother's back no more,--
Are trampled underneath their feet,
While ye stand praying in the street!


At Slavery's beck, ye send your sons
To hunt down Indian wives or maids,
Doomed to the lash!--Yes, and their bones,
Whitening 'mid swamps and everglades,
Where no friend goes to give them graves,
Prove that ye are not Slavery's slaves!


At Slavery's beck, the very hands
Ye lift to Heaven, to swear ye 're free,
Will break a truce, to seize the lands
Of Seminole or Cherokee!
Yes,--tear a flag, that Tartar hordes
Respect, and shield it with their swords!


Vengeance is thine, Almighty God!
To pay it hath thy justice bound thee;
Even now, I see thee take thy rod,--
Thy thunders, leashed and growling round thee;--
Slip them not yet, in mercy!--Deign
Thy wrath yet longer to restrain!--


Or,--let thy kingdom, Slavery, come!
Let Church, let State, receive thy chain!
Let pulpit, press, and hall be dumb,
If so "the brotherhood" ordain!
The Muse her own indignant spirit
Will yet speak out;--and men shall hear it.


Yes;--while, at Concord, there's a stone
That she can strike her fire from still;
While there's a shaft at Lexington,
Or half a one on Bunker's Hill,
There shall she stand and strike her lyre,
And Truth and Freedom shall stand by her.


But, should she thence by mobs be driven,
For purer heights she'll plume her wing;--
Spurning a land of slaves, to heaven
She'll soar, where she can safely sing.
God of our fathers, speed her thither!
God of the free, let me go with her!

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