Poetry: Liberty Song

Tuse. - "Scotswhu ha e. ' Now, to Freedom, tune the lyre - Object of our fond desireí Matron, Maiden, Son, and Sire; JSing oí Liberty! In the distatice sce her forrn Radiant as the bJushiug tnum - Aa the bovv, vvhen fades the tstonn Ou the trüubled bky. On she moves with native grace- Misery flies befare her luce - ■íáuiks, in daiK, and áaep disracet Heartless Tyrauny; Who may clieck her ru,id flig.ht? Wlio will bar i.he guies of liglu' Who dely her, in her might Crushiug Slavery. Yo wbo vvait her high coiniaand, On the buttle round ye stani: - Alarch a dauii,lloss, daring band Ou lo viclory. Fear not, íaint nof, in your toil From üiecoinbut ue'er recoii - iieaven wili sv.ti jnopilious uiúie, CruWbing Liberty. Wliou EJctedí5 her peaceful reigu Unconlioll'd o'er lund, aiid oiain - Earih, liko Edeu, blooms ayuín, One blüas'd íamüy; Theii to í'rtedüui tslnke tlie lyre - Lul the ihcine cach bieast inspiré - Matron, Maiden, Son, uod isirc, Huil fair Liberty! Saleui, April 11 th, 1845.