TILE CANADIAN REVOLT.
When wrongs, long urged, by wrongs ore still replied, When a whole country's lawless made by law,
All hope of peaceful justice dashed aside
By Power's strong arm, that breaketh like a straw Its last sole prop,--what must the Ireeman do?
011! nut unto his tongue the indignant cry Leaps half so fast as to his nervous haunt The &rennin's rifle—lo I the dear ones by Press fur his kiss—he joins the sacred band.
The young, hot blooded spirit. on whose chin No beard yet grows, et ill ripe from Fully's chase, Now feels his heart begin to stir within, Greatly impelled ; the man springs up apace, His voice sinks low, and firmer grows his tread, The buoyant laugh dies almost on the thought He cleans his weapon, drops the fatal lead, And fight* in fancy battles to be fought.
The bridegroom starteth from his dreamy bliss— Her tears are on his cheek, her arms yet hold, But not to stay him I rather into his She'd breathe her spirit, even till the hold Grew bolder listening to a woman's scorn Of such oppression I and site bids him go, Perhaps to see him on some morraw morn Brought back a ghastly but most honoured show.
Fixed in his chair the old man sits awhile; His kindred mark the troubles of Is breast ; Bnt all are hushed, till suddenly a emlie Lights up his aged face; and with the rest. Sinking upon his knees to the Must nigh, He cries "Oh God, if this our cause be just, In thine own time 'twill prosper! If we die, Accept. in willing sacrifice, our blood!
And shall the cause that roused old and young To quit the hearth, and range the trackless snows In winter's bitterest time,—that bids the tongue Of gentlest women execrate their foes.— That makes the father, mother, sister, son, Husband and wife, hold cheap the lives most dear, The very widow bid her only son
Go forth to fight almost without a tear,—
Shall this great cause, a stronger one titan drew Our Transatlantic kindred forth to join In countless thousands him whom then we knew
The traitor—now the godlike —W AstIt NOTON 1
Oh ! shall this great cause perish? Answer ye Who tread his soil with kindred hearts and hands!
And thou, my country, let the world now • '0
Freedom's true blend thou curt, in whatsoever lauds J. S.
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