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Poem by John Greenleaf Whittier

Stanzas for the Times

[Written in 1835 following a pro-slavery meeting at Faneuil Hall in Boston. Speakers there proposed restrictions on free speech in order to quiet the abolitionists.]

IS this the land our fathers loved,
    The freedom which they toiled to win? 
Is this the soil whereon they moved?
    Are these the graves they slumber in? 
Are we the sons by whom are borne
The mantles which the dead have worn?

And shall we crouch above these graves,
    With craven soul and fettered lip? 
Yoke in with marked and branded slaves,
    And tremble at the driver's whip? 
Bend to the earth our pliant knees,
And speak but as our masters please?

Shall outraged Nature cease to feel?
    Shall Mercy's tears no longer flow? 
Shall ruffian threats of cord and steel,
    The dungeon's gloom, the assassin's blow, 
Turn back the spirit roused to save
The Truth, our Country, and the slave?

Of human skulls that shrine was made,
    Round which the priests of Mexico 
Before their loathsome idol prayed;
    Is Freedom's altar fashioned so? 
And must we yield to Freedom's God,
As offering meet, the negro's blood?

Shall tongue be mute, when deeds are wrought
    Which well might shame extremest hell? 
Shall freemem lock the indignant thought?
    Shall Pity's bosom cease to swell? 
Shall Honor bleed?- shall Truth succumb?
Shall pen, and press, and soul be dumb?

No; by each spot of haunted ground,
    Where Freedom weeps her children's fall; 
By Plymouth's rock, and Bunker's mound;
    By Griswold's stained and shattered wall; 
By Warren's ghost, by Langdon's shade;
By all the memories of our dead!

By their enlarging souls, which burst
    The bands and fetters round them set; 
By the free Pilgrim spirit nursed
    Within our inmost bosoms, yet, 
By all above, around, below,
Be ours the indignant answer,- No!

No; guided by our country's laws,
    For truth, and right, and suffering man, 
Be ours to strive in Freedom's cause,
    As Christians may, as freemen can! 
Still pouring on unwilling ears
That truth oppression only fears.

What! shall we guard our neighbor still,
    While woman shrieks beneath his rod, 
And while he trampels down at will
    The image of a common God? 
Shall watch and ward be round him set,
Of Northern nerve and bayonet?

And shall we know and share with him
    The danger and the growing shame? 
And see our Freedom's light grow dim,
    Which should have filled the world with flame? 
And, writhing, feel, where'er we turn,
A world's reproach around us burn?

Is't not enough that this is borne?
    And asks our haughty neighbor more? 
Must fetters which his slaves have worn
    Clank round the Yankee farmer's door? 
Must he be told, beside his plough,
What he must speak, and when, and how?

Must he be told his freedom stands
    On Slavery's dark foundations strong; 
On breaking hearts and fettered hands,
    On robbery, and crime, and wrong? 
That all his fathers taught is vain,-
That Freedom's emblem is the chain?

Its life, its soul, from slavery drawn!
    False, foul, profane! Go, teach as well 
Of holy Truth from Falsehood born!
    Of Heaven refreshed by airs from Hell! 
Of Virtue in the arms of Vice!
Of Demons planting Paradise!

Rail on, then, brethren of the South,
    Ye shall not hear the truth the less; 
No seal is on the Yankee's mouth,
    No fetter on the Yankee's press! 
From our Green Mountains to the sea,
One voice shall thunder, We are free!

John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier's other poems:
  1. The Atlantic Cable
  2. Kallundborg Church
  3. Barclay of Ury
  4. The Fountain
  5. The Dole of Jarl Thorkell

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