And in trustful innocence. Draw new strength and courage thence; But the cowardice of sin! She can murmur in her thought One, who living shrank with dread, Ah, the dead, the unforgot! And the tenderest ones and weakest, Sweet and sad-remembered faces, O'er the guilty hearts behind VOL. I. VOICES OF FREEDOM. FROM 1833 TO 1848. TOUSSAINT L'OUVERTURE.32 Twas night. The tranquil moonlight smile On broad green field and white-walled town; In searching sunshine, wild and rude, Rose, mellowed through the silver gleam, All motionless and dewy wet, Tree, vine, and flower in shadow met: |