Vermont

Vermont

Vermont, in presenting these noble resolutions with an American Congress in the face of so much plagued malice and cruelty, appeared like an angel of mercy walking upon the high places of the earth. Who might not on that day have covered the honor of a birthplace in your state? - ALVAN STEWART.

My native State, well done!

Aye, proud of thee,

Proud to be called thy son,

Land of the free!

No slave has turned thy sod

For others pride;

No bondman ever trod

Thy mountain side.

Unwet with tears and blood

By slavery wrung,

Sternly has Justice stood

Thy hills among.

Strong on thy hills side stand

Freedom and laws;

Earth has me nobler band,

No holier cause.

Free as thy mountain streams

Or eagle's flight

Brightly thy spirit gleams

For God and right.

Where leagued oppression reigns

And bondmen groan,

Breathe Freedom's stirring at rains

THY TRUMPET TONE!

Amid oppression's storm,

And error's night,

Beams forth thy radiant form,

Angel of light!

Dark slavery quails to meet

Thy lightening eye,

Flashing whence bold hearts beat

For liberty.

Raise that free voice again,

By tyrant's feared,

Despite oppression's reign,

IT SHALL BE HEARD!

Rev. J.D. Tyler

3:12, p. 4

1839.05.11

From the Connecticut Observer