THE BIGOT FIRE.

Written on the occasion of George Latimer's Imprisonment in Levorott street
Jail, Boston.


O, kindle not that bigot fire,
'T will bring disunion, fear and pain;
'T will rouse at last the souther's ire,
And burst our starry land in twain.

Theirs is the high, the noble worth,
The very soul of chivalry;
Rend not our blood-bought land apart,
For such a thing as slavery.

This is the language of the North,
I shame to say it but't is true;
And anti-slavery calls it forth,
From some proud priests and laymen too.

What! bend forsooth to southern rule?
What! cringe and crawl to souther's clay,
And be the base, the supple tool,
Of hell-begotten slavery?

No! never, while the free air plays
O'er our rough hills and sunny fountains,
Shall proud New England's sons be _free_,