STANZAS FOR THE TIMES. Must he be told his freedom stands On Slavery's dark foundations strong- Its life its soul, from slavery drawn? False-foul-profane! Go― teach as well Of holy Truth from Falsehood born! Of Heaven refreshed by airs from Hell! Rail on, then, "brethren of the South No fetter on the Yankee's press! 17 Kingdon sellin THE FAREWELL OF A VIRGINIA SLAVE MOTHER TO HER DAUGHTERS SOLD INTO SOUTHERN BONDAGE. G ONE, gone sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone. THE FAREWELL. Where the fever demon strews Gone, gone — sold and gone, . To the rice-swamp dank and lone, · From Virginia's hills and waters, Woe is me, my stolen daughters! Gone, gone sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone. Seams their back with many a gash, Gone, gone — sold and sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, Gone, gone sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone. Oh, when weary, sad, and slow, From the fields at night they go, aint with toil, and racked with pain, To their cheerless homes again There no brother's voice shall greet them There no father's welcome meet them. Gone, gone sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From the tree whose shadow lay On their childhood's place of play – 19 From the cool spring where they drank- Gone, gone -sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, Gone, gone sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone. Gone, gone sold and gone, Gone, gone sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone. By the holy love He beareth By the bruised reed He spareth Gone, gone sold and gone, LINES. 21 LINES, WRITTEN ON READING THE MESSAGE OF GOVERNOR RITNER, of PENNSYLVANIA, 1836. one lip is still free unbending one knee ! Like the oak of the mountain, deep-rooted and firm, Thank God, that one arm from the shackle has broken! O'er thy crags, Alleghany, a blast has been blown! And the words which he utters are- WORSHIP, OR DIE! Right onward, oh, speed it! Wherever the blood Of the wronged and the guiltless is crying to God; Wherever a slave in his fetters is pining; In silence and darkness, the God-given mind; its truth will be felt the iron shall melt! |