History, 1838–1856, volume F-1 [1 May 1844–8 August 1844]

  • Source Note
  • Historical Introduction
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<​July 1​>
Oh wretched murd’rers! fierce for human blood!
You’ve slain the prophets of the living God,
Who’ve borne oppression from their early youth,
To plant our earth, the principles of truth.
 
Shades of heroic fathers! Can it be,
Beneath your blood-stain’d flag of liberty;
The firm supporters of our country’s cause,
Are butcher’d while submissive to her laws?
Yes, blameless men, defam’d by hellish lies
Have thus been offer’d as a sacrifice
T’appease the ragings of a brutish clan,
That has defied the laws of God and man!
’Twas not for crime or guilt of theirs, they fell—
Against the laws they never did rebel,
True to their country, yet her plighted faith
Has prov’d an instrument of cruel death!
 
Where are thy far-fam’d laws— Columbia! where
Thy boasted freedom— thy protecting care?
Is this a land of rights? Stern facts shall say
If legal justice here maintains its sway,
The official pow’rs of State are sheer pretence
When they’re exerted in the Saints’ defence.
 
Great men have fall’n and mighty men have died—
Nations have mourn’d their fav’rites and their pride;
But two, so wise, so virtuous, great and good,
Before on earth, at once, have never stood
Since the creation— men whom God ordain’d
To publish truth where error long had reign’d:
Of whom the world itself unworthy prov’d:
It knew them not; but men with hatred mov’d [HC 7:155]
And with infernal spirits have combin’d
Against the best, the noblest of mankind!
 
Oh! persecution! shall thy purple hand
Spread utter desolation through the land?
Shall freedom’s banner be no more unfurled?
Has peace indeed, been taken from the world?
 
Thou God of Jacob, in this trying hour
Help us to trust in Thy almighty power,
Support Thy saints beneath this awful stroke—
Make bare Thine arm to break oppression’s yoke.
We mourn Thy Prophet, from whose lips have flow’d
The words of life, Thy Spirit has bestow’d— [p. 246]
July 1
Oh wretched murd’rers! fierce for human blood!
You’ve slain the prophets of the living God,
Who’ve borne oppression from their early youth,
To plant our earth, the principles of truth.
 
Shades of heroic fathers! Can it be,
Beneath your blood-stain’d flag of liberty;
The firm supporters of our country’s cause,
Are butcher’d while submissive to her laws?
Yes, blameless men, defam’d by hellish lies
Have thus been offer’d as a sacrifice
T’appease the ragings of a brutish clan,
That has defied the laws of God and man!
’Twas not for crime or guilt of theirs, they fell—
Against the laws they never did rebel,
True to their country, yet her plighted faith
Has prov’d an instrument of cruel death!
 
Where are thy far-fam’d laws— Columbia! where
Thy boasted freedom— thy protecting care?
Is this a land of rights? Stern facts shall say
If legal justice here maintains its sway,
The official pow’rs of State are sheer pretence
When they’re exerted in the Saints’ defence.
 
Great men have fall’n and mighty men have died—
Nations have mourn’d their fav’rites and their pride;
But two, so wise, so virtuous, great and good,
Before on earth, at once, have never stood
Since the creation— men whom God ordain’d
To publish truth where error long had reign’d:
Of whom the world itself unworthy prov’d:
It knew them not; but men with hatred mov’d [HC 7:155]
And with infernal spirits have combin’d
Against the best, the noblest of mankind!
 
Oh! persecution! shall thy purple hand
Spread utter desolation through the land?
Shall freedom’s banner be no more unfurled?
Has peace indeed, been taken from the world?
 
Thou God of Jacob, in this trying hour
Help us to trust in Thy almighty power,
Support Thy saints beneath this awful stroke—
Make bare Thine arm to break oppression’s yoke.
We mourn Thy Prophet, from whose lips have flow’d
The words of life, Thy Spirit has bestow’d— [p. 246]
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