The horror of a breaking heart Up from that loathsome prison "Overboard with them, shipmates!" Beneath, the lean shark lay, God of the earth! what cries Red glowed the western waters- His fiery mesh of hair. Amidst a group in blindness, A solitary eye Gazed, from the burdened slaver's deck, Into that burning sky. "A storm," spoke out the gazer, For one firm rood of land." Night settled on the waters, Down came the stranger vessel 66 Came back upon the wind: Help us! for we are stricken Our ship's the slaver Leon- On livid brows of agony But the roar of wind and thunder As, kindling in the stormy light, In the sunny Guadaloupe Was white by every stream, And the sky was bright as ever, But vain were bird and blossom, STANZAS. ["THE despotism which our fathers could not bear in their native country is expiring, and the sword of justice in her reformed hands has applied its exterminating edge to slavery. Shall the United States-the free United States, which could not bear the bonds of a king, cradle the bondage which a king is abolishing? Shall a Republic be less free than a Monarchy? Shall we, in the vigor and buoyancy of our manhood, be less energetic in righteousness than a kingdom in its age?"-Dr. Follen's Address. "Genius of America!-Spirit of our free institutions-where art thou?-How art thou fallen, O Lucifer! son of the morning -how art thou fallen from Heaven! Hell from beneath is moved for thee, to meet thee at thy coming!-The kings of the earth cry out to thee, Aha! Aha!-ART THOU BECOME LIKE UNTO Us?"-Speech of Samuel J. May.] OUR fellow-countrymen in chains! Where rolled the storm of Freedom's war! A groan A wail where Camden's martyrs fell- From Moultrie's wall and Jasper's well! By storied hill and hallowed grot, What, ho!-our countrymen in chains! What! God's own image bought and sold! AMERICANS to market driven, And bartered as the brute for gold ! Speak! shall their agony of prayer Say, shall these writhing slaves of Wrong, What! shall we send, with lavish breath, Shall Belgium feel, and gallant France, The impulse of our cheering call? And toss his fettered arms on high, Oh, say, shall Prussia's banner be |