All fair and softly ! — Must we, then,

From Ruin's open jaws to save us,
Upon our own free working men

Confer a master's special favors ?
Whips for the back — chains for the heels —

Hooks for the nostrils of Democracy,
Before it spurns as well as feels

The riding of the Aristocracy !

Ho ! — -fishermen of Marblehead !

Ho ! — Lynn cordwainers, leave your
leather,
And wear the yoke in kindness made,

And clank your needful chains together!
Let Lowell mills their thousands yield,

Down let the rough Vermonter hasten,
Down from the workshop and the field,
And thank us for each chain we fasten.
Slaves in the rugged Yankee land I .■

I tell thee, Carolinian, never !
Our rocky hills and iron strand

Are free, and shall be free forever.
The surf shall wear that strand away,

Our granite hills in dust shall moulder.
Ere Slavery's hateful yoke shall lay.
Unbroken, on a Yankee's shoulder 1



WHITTIER'S POEMS.
49



No, George M'Dufifie! — keep thy words

For the mail plunderers of thy city,
Whose robber-right is in their swords ;

For recreant Priest and Lynch-Committee !
Go, point thee to thy cannon's mouth,

And swear its brazen lips are better,
To guard " the interests of the South,"

Than parchment scroll, or Charter's letter *

We fear not. Streams which brawls most loud

Along their course, are oftenest shallow ;
And loudest to a doubting crowd

The coward publishes his valor.
