And strengthened womanhood to tread With wisdom and with strength from With Miriam's voice, and Judith's hand, And Deborah's song, for triumph given ! And what are ye who strive with God Against the ark of his salvation, Moved by the breath of prayer abroad, With blessings for a dying nation? What, but the stubble and the hay To perish, even as flax consuming, With all that bars his glorious way, Before the brightness of his coming? And thou, sad Angel, who so long Hast waited for the glorious token, That Earth from all her bonds of wrong To liberty and light has broken, Angel of Freedom! soon to thee The sounding trumpet shall be given, And over Earth's full jubilee Shall deeper joy be felt in Heaven ! LINES, WRITTEN FOR THE MEETING OF THE ANTISLAVERY SOCIETY, AT CHATHAM STREET CHAPEL, N. Y., HELD ON THE 4TH OF THE 7TH MONTH, 1834. WRITTEN FOR THE CELEBRATION OF He spoke across the Carib Sea, THE THIRD ANNIVERSARY OF BRIT- 66 We heard the clash of breaking chains, WAY TABERNACLE, N. Y., FIRST OF The first, strong pulse of liberty O HOLY FATHER! - just and true Thanksgiving and eternal praise ! We veil the eye, we bend the knee, With broken words of praise and prayer, Father and God, we come to thee. For thou hast heard, O God of Right, The shackled soul and hand are free, Thanksgiving! for the work is thine! Praise for the blessing is of thee ! - And O, we feel thy presence here, Thy awful arm in judgment bare! Which thrilled along the bondman's veins. Gone, gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone. From the tree whose shadow lay On their childhood's place of play, From the cool spring where they drank,— Rock, and hill, and rivulet bank, From the solemn house of prayer, And the holy counsels there, Gone, gone, - sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, Gone, gone, Gone, gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone. By the holy love He beareth, By the bruised reed He spareth, O, may He, to whom alone All their cruel wrongs are known, THE WORLD'S CONVENTION. Still their hope and refuge prove, Gone, gone, sold and gone, THE MORAL WARFARE. WHEN Freedom, on her natal day, Their constant ward and watching kept. Then, where our quiet herds repose, Our fathers to their graves have gone ; So let it be. In God's own might THE WORLD'S CONVENTION Where'er a single heart is keeping 57 Its prayerful watch with human woe: Thence let them come, and greet each other, And know in each a friend and brother! Yes, let them come ! from each green vale By Jordan and Genesaret; Or, borne with England's battle line, O'er Acre's shattered turrets stooping, Or, midst the camp their banners drooping, With dews from hallowed Hermon wet, A holier summons now is given Than that gray hermit's voice of old, Which unto all the winds of heaven The banners of the Cross unrolled! Not for the long-deserted shrine, Not for the dull unconscious sod, The garden moss, the mountain stone, Whate'er hath touched his garment's hem Or Jordan's river-side. For FREEDOM, in the name of Him Who came to raise Earth's drooping To break the chain from every limb, OF THE FRIENDS OF EMANCIPATION, An ever-deepening trumpet blast, HELD IN LONDON IN 1840. As if an angel's breath had lent And Wales, from Snowden's mountain wall, Shall startle at that thrilling call, As if she heard her bards again; Give out its ancient strain, ness |