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FREEDOM ADVANCES.
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Written January 1, 1829, while a student in Harvard College, as “A Carrier's Address” for the “Christian Watchman,” under the conviction that civil and religious liberty had gained a new impulse in Europe and the East.
The zephyrs are hushed, and the storm winds are blowing;
The rude car of winter sweeps madly along;
The bright crystal streamlet no longer is flowing;
And the woodland has echoed the last warbled song:—
But seraphim bands all their lyres are waking;
The tempests are wafting a heavenly song;
The streams of salvation their barriers are breaking;
The heathenish nations their gods are forsaking,—
All earth is uniting the strain to prolong!
The rude car of winter sweeps madly along;
The bright crystal streamlet no longer is flowing;
And the woodland has echoed the last warbled song:—
But seraphim bands all their lyres are waking;
The tempests are wafting a heavenly song;
The streams of salvation their barriers are breaking;
The heathenish nations their gods are forsaking,—
All earth is uniting the strain to prolong!
I slept,—and thick darkness around me was stealing;
The light of the gospel had faded away;
And lordly oppression her sceptre was wielding,—
A merciless tyrant, a merciless sway!
I woke,—and around me the dark clouds were flying;
A fair star had risen to lead on the day;
The mourners in Zion no longer were sighing,—
But wreaths of salvation her daughters were twining,
And onward advanced the triumphal array!
The light of the gospel had faded away;
And lordly oppression her sceptre was wielding,—
A merciless tyrant, a merciless sway!
I woke,—and around me the dark clouds were flying;
A fair star had risen to lead on the day;
The mourners in Zion no longer were sighing,—
But wreaths of salvation her daughters were twining,
And onward advanced the triumphal array!
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Thus, thus wakes the morn,—the mists are retreating;
The noon-day approaches beyond the blue wave.
Round Heaven's fair banners the nations are meeting,—
The poor and unlearned, the rich and the brave;
The far distant gun of the Moslem is rolling.
The tyrant is fallen,—all dark is his grave!
The deep, heavy knell of oppression is tolling,
And religion beams forth, every passion controlling.
Peace, peace to the mourners and joy to the slave!
The noon-day approaches beyond the blue wave.
Round Heaven's fair banners the nations are meeting,—
The poor and unlearned, the rich and the brave;
The far distant gun of the Moslem is rolling.
The tyrant is fallen,—all dark is his grave!
The deep, heavy knell of oppression is tolling,
And religion beams forth, every passion controlling.
Peace, peace to the mourners and joy to the slave!
And, hark! the shrill trump of the gospel is sounding;
The angel in heaven pursues his career;
The heart of the widow with gladness is bounding;
And the fatherless child weeps the penitent's tear.
And thou—wilt thou aid in the work of salvation,—
Give thy bread to the hungry; the heart-broken cheer?
Wilt thou send the blest story from nation to nation,
And improve the brief day of thy mortal probation?
Then, well cries the Watchman,—A Happy New Year!
The angel in heaven pursues his career;
The heart of the widow with gladness is bounding;
And the fatherless child weeps the penitent's tear.
And thou—wilt thou aid in the work of salvation,—
Give thy bread to the hungry; the heart-broken cheer?
Wilt thou send the blest story from nation to nation,
And improve the brief day of thy mortal probation?
Then, well cries the Watchman,—A Happy New Year!
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