| 431 Though thou shouldst be severed from the body of the union, like a mortified member-though the lion from the thicket should devour thee up; thy doings will be perpetuated; mention will be made of them by the generations to come.
Thou art already associated with Herod, Nero and the 'bloody Inquisition'-thy name has become synonymous with oppression, cruelty, treachery and murder.
Thou wilt rank high with the haters of righteousness and the shedders of innocent blood-the hosts of tyrants are waiting beneath to meet thee at thy coming.
O ye wise legislators! Ye executives of the nation! Ye distributors of justice! Ye advocates of equal rights! Arise and redress the wrongs of an innocent people, and redeem the cause of insulted liberty.
Let not the contagious spirit of corruption wither the sacred wreath that encircles you, and spread a cloud of darkness over the glory of your star spangled banner.
Lest the monarchs of the earth should have you in derision-lest you should be weighed in the balance with the heathen nations, and should be found wanting.
Lest the arm of the Lord should be revealed in judgment against you-lest an arrow of vengeance from the Almighty should pierce the rotten fabric of a once sheltering constitution, and your boasted confidence become like an oak dismembered of its branches, whose shattered trunk is torn piecemeal by the uprising of the tempest.
For the cries of the widow and fatherless-the groans of the oppressed, and the prayers of the suffering exile, have come up before the Lord God of Hosts, who brought our pilgrim fathers across the boisterous ocean, and raised up a Washington to break the yoke of foreign oppression.
Morely Settlement, Jan. 1844
POETRY.
For the Times and Seasons.
A SONG OF ZION.
By W. W. PHELPS
How sweet is the communion 'Tis like a little leaven
Of saints that fear the Lord, The woman hid for good,
And strive, in perfect union, When she, as queen of heaven,
To gain the great reward. In gold of Ophir stood.
'Tis like the oil of Aaron 'Tis like the court of Zion,
Anointing him a priest, Where garments are all white;
Perfumed with rose from Sharon, Who'll reign like Judah's Lion,
And Cassia from the east, In everlasting light.
Tis like the dew of Hermon [Herman?], Their robes alike in beauty,
Where God began to bless, Their hearts and faith agree,
And promised in his sermon They'll ever be on duty
Eternal happiness. Till all their race is free,
'Tis like the precious ointment They'll eat the hidden manna,
That God Almighty had Receive the precious stone,
At Jesus Christ's appointment, And sing the great hosanna
Which made his heart so glad. Where God and Christ are one.
The Times and Seasons,
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