LINES, WRITTEN FOR 
 
 THE FULLWOOD ANTI- 
 CORN LAW SOIREE, 
 
 To be held on the 22nd of July , to commemorate the 
 passing of the Corn Law Abolition Bill. 
 
 HARK ! the glad sound of freedom flies 
 Throughout the nation ! 
 
 On telegraphic wings, it hies 
 From every station. 
 
 Man hath battled with the wronger, 
 
 Bread-tax, till he's proved the stronger; 
 
 Prostrate, soon 'twill reign no longer, 
 
 Our labour pinching. 
 
 Proud Wealth may shake his locks of gold! 
 
 Our faith shall never more be sold ; 
 
 With false opinions, long grown old, 
 
 We cope, not flinching. 
 
 Fast it rides o'er the ocean’s tide, 
 
 With God’s direction, 
 
 Chanting the requiem far and wide 
 O’er old protection : 
 
 Hail, freemen, hail! Come, bring us corn! 
 
 Hail! land where Washington was born! 
 
 Ye who high fealty have sworn 
 To man’s true birthright, 
 
 Sweet liberty ! — Oh, waft it here! 
 
 Food for the heart,— and food to cheer 
 The famishing, so sad and drear, 
 
 Whom the foul dearth blight l 
 
 All fame to Milton, Hampden, Vane, 
 
 England's best teachers! 
 
 Whose deathless themes will never wane, — 
 Truth’s sternest preachers ! 
 
 High-souled men, whom Freedom brought us, 
 Men who liberty have taught us, — 
 
 Who, with heart and mind, have sought us, 
 
 To break our slumbers : 
 
 Their teaching has not been in vain ; 
 
 They cast the seed — behold the gain ! 
 
 The harvest cut, — the laden wain, 
 
 To feed the numbers ! 
 
 While consecrating Cohden's fame 
 At Mammon’s altar. 
 
 Where’s he who traced in living flame 
 The Corn Law Psalter? — 
 
 Elliott, where? — thou man all fire, 
 
 Who, foremost, hurled thy wrathful ire, 
 
 With crushing might, resistless, dire, 
 
 Bread’s tax to sever : 
 
 What ! Hallara’s sons forget his name ? — 
 
 Their cheeks would sere with scorching shame ! 
 Elliott's worth, with future fame, 
 
 Shall live for ever ! 
 
 Forge the plough-share, bend the sickle, 
 
 Brave sons of labour! 
 
 Sure, hunger’s tears no more shall trickle ! 
 
 Each, love thy neighbour ! 
 
 Know ye, in co-operation 
 Linked, defying separation, 
 
 Labour’s wrongs find reparation? 
 
 Or ye may learn it ! 
 
 Band your hearts, on truth relying, 
 
 All monopoly defying, 
 
 Try — though failing, still keep trying, 
 
 But never spurn it. 
 
 Ye, who for labour’s freedom fought. 
 
 Have won it nobly : 
 
 Feel ye for liberty of thought. 
 
 Free, chaste, and holy ? 
 
 Then, hurst the bonds that fetter mind, 
 
 Let it soar all unconfined ; 
 
 A nobler theme ye cannot find 
 In God’s creation ! 
 
 Oh, rest not, then, with what is done, 
 
 A higher goal must yet be won ; 
 
 Toil on, toil on! the work’s begun 
 In every nation! 
 
 WILLIAM STOCKS, 
 
 “THE SHEFFIELD GRINDER.” 
 
 NETHER GREEN, July 15th, 1846. 
 
 Great Totham , Essex : Printed by Charles Clark y (an Amateur ) at 
 his Private Press .