But the Christian sentiment of the
country will finally bring us all to the same conclusion."
NO SLAVE HUNT IN OUR BORDERS!
What asks the Old Dominion? If now her sons have proved
False to their fathers' memory, false to the faith they loved;
If _she_ can scoff at Freedom, and its Great Charter spurn,
Must _we_ of Massachusetts from truth and duty turn?
_We_ hunt your bondmen, flying from Slavery's hateful hell?
_Our_ voices, at your bidding, take up the blood-hound's yell?
_We_ gather, at your summons, above our fathers' graves,
From Freedom's holy altar-horns to tear your wretched slaves?
Thank God! not yet so vilely can Massachusetts bow,
The spirit of her early time is with her even now.
Dream not, because her Pilgrim blood moves slow, and calm, and cool,
She thus can stoop her chainless neck, a sister's slave and tool!
For ourselves and for our children, the vow which we have given
For Freedom and Humanity, is registered in Heaven.
No slave-hunt in _our_ borders! No pirate on _our_ strand!
No fetters in the Bay State! No slave upon _our_ land!
J.
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