| 751 POETRY.
From the Nauvoo Neighbor.
LINES BY-S. HULET.
O earth attend! ye nations now give ear, Ye patriots whose noble bosoms burn
Let mortals weep, in anguish drop a tear; With ardent zeal-whose hearts like steel are firm;
Ye seraphs bright who range in worlds on high, Rise up like men in freedom's righteous cause;
In sorrow heave a more than mortal sigh. Stand to your rights defend her sacred laws.
Deign now ye gods who dwell in realms of light Immortal shades! our honor'd father's ghosts
To stoop in silence and behold the sight; Who once withstood proud Briton's warlike hosts,
For ne'er transpir'd on earth, (nor yet in hell) Whose fearless spirits broke the haughty foe-
A scene more tragic since the Savior fell. Weep o'er thy sons, thy fallen sons below
Ye saints of God on this polluted earth, Look down ye men now standing at the helm,
Cease from your laughter and put off all mirth; To guide the fate of this extensive realm;
Weep o'er the deeds just done by wicked hands, Your fostering care, to every branch extend;
For righteous blood now stains this guilty land. Their wrongs redress, their liberties defend.
O Illinois thy base high handed crimes, Shall mobs presume to raise the impious hand
Stand yet unrivall'd on the page of time; Against the laws of this once favor'd land,
The horrid deeds that now thy country stain, In acts of riot, plunder, strife, and blood;
Unequall'd were in Nero's bloody reign. Of laws regardless, both of man and God?
Though shameful scenes of blood and carnage great, Wake O Columbia from thy slumbers rise,
Transacted were within a sister state; Break off the spell that closes now thine eyes,
Though dark the deeds perform'd by her alone, Exert thy power quell every hostile band,
More savage still and darker are thine own. An equal measure mete to every man,
Ye men of fame who o'er this state preside- The cause for support for which our father's bled,
Who roll in pleasure, luxury, and pride; The storm avert now pendant o'er thy head,
Your solemn vows now call you to sustain Lest the same hand that thou dost foster now,
Your country's honor and its laws maintain. Smite thee in turn, and cause thee low to bow.
But where's thy greatness and thine honor now, Rouse from thy dreams and open now thine eyes,
Thy proffer'd friendship and thy plighted vows? Ere vengeance dread, shall thunder from the skies,
Where now the pledge that once thou didst bestow- And in thine ears announce thy fearful fate,
Were they perform'd? thine actions answer no. And break thy visions when it be to late.
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