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And Freedom'strumpet sounding clear: Joy to the people !-woe and fear To new-world tyrants, old-world kings!"

THE FAREWELL

OF A VIRGINIA SLAVE MOTHER TO HEL DAUGHTERS SOLD INTO SOUTHERN BONDAGE.

GONE, gone, sold and gone,

To the rice-swamp dank and lone.
Where the slave-whip ceaseless swings,
Where the noisome insect stings,
Where the fever demon strews
Poison with the falling dews,
Where the sickly sunbeams glare
Through the hot and misty air,

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.
There no mother's eye is near them,
There no mother's ear can hear them;
Never, when the torturing lash
Seams their back with many a gash,
Shall a mother's kindness bless them,
Or a mother's arms caress them.

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, O, when weary, sad, and slow, From the fields at night they go, Faint with toil, and racked with pain, To their cheerless homes again, There no brother's voice shall greer

them,

There no father's welcome meet them.
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.

YES, let them gather!-Summon forth The pledged philanthropy of Earth, From every land, whose hills have heard The bugle blast of Freedom waking; Or shrieking of her symbol-bird

From out his cloudy eyrie breaking:
Where Justice hath one worshipper,
Or truth one altar built to her;
Where'er a human eye is weeping
O'er wrongs which Earth's sad chil-
dren know,

Where'er a single heart is keeping
Its prayerful watch with human woe:
Thence let them come, and greet each
other,

And know in each a friend and brother!

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wet,

From Indian Bengal's groves of palm And rosy fields and gales of balm, Where Eastern pomp and power are rolled

Through regal Ava's gates of gold; And from the lakes and ancient woods And dim Canadian solitudes,

Whence, sternly from her rocky throne, Queen of the North, Quebec looks down; And from those bright and ransomed

Isles

Where all unwonted Freedom smiles,
And the dark laborer still retains
The scar of slavery's broken chains!

From the hoar Alps, which sentinel
The gateways of the land of Tell,
Where morning's keen and earliest
glance

On Jura's rocky wall is thrown, And from the olive bowers of France And vine groves garlanding the

Rhone, "Friends of the Blacks," as true and tried

As those who stood by Oge's side,
And heard the Haytien's tale of wrong,
Shall gather at that summons strong,→
Broglie, Passy, and him whose song
Breathed over Syria's holy sod,
And in the paths which Jesus trod,
And murmured midst the hills which hem
Crownless and sad Jerusalem,
Hath echoes wheresoe'er the tone
Of Israel's prophet-lyre is known.

Still let them come, from Quito's walls,

And from the Orinoco's tide, From Lima's Inca-haunted halls, From Santa Fe and Yucatan,

Men who by swart Guerrero's side Proclaimed the deathless RIGHTS OF

And thou whose glory and whose crime
To earth's remotest bound and clime,
In mingled tones of awe and scorn,
The echoes of a world have borne,
My country! glorious at thy birth,
A day-star flashing brightly forth,-

The herald-sign of Freedom's dawn! O, who could dream that saw thee then,

And watched thy rising from afar, That vapors from oppression's fen Would cloud the upward tending star?

Or, that earth's tyrant powers, which heard,

Awe-struck, the shout which hailed thy dawning, Would rise so soon, prince, peer, and king,

Tu mock thee with their welcoming, Like Hades when her thrones were stirred

To greet the down-cast Star of
Morning!

"Aha! and art thou fallen thus?
Art THOU become as one of us?"

Land of my fathers!- there will stand,
Amidst that world-assembled band,
Those owning thy maternal claim
Unweakened by thy crime and shame,-
The sad reprovers of thy wrong,-
The children thou hast spurned so long.
Still with affection's fondest yearning
To their unnatural mother turning.
No traitors they!-but tried and leal,
Whose own is but thy general weal,
Still blending with the patriot's zeal
The Christian's love for human kind,
To caste and climate unconfined.

A holy gathering!-peaceful all:
No threat of war, no savage call

For vengeance on an erring brother'
But in their stead the godlike plan
To teach the brotherhood of man

To love and reverence one another, As sharers of a common blood, The children of a common God!Yet, even at its lightest word, Shall Slavery's darkest depths bestirred: Spain, watching from her Moro's keep Her slave-ships traversing the deep, And Rio, in her strength and pride, Lifting, along her mountain-side, Her snowy battlements and towers,Her lemon-groves and tropic bowers, With bitter hate and sullen fear Its freedom-giving voice shall hear; And where my country's flag is flowing, On breezes from Mount Vernon blowing

Above the Nation's council halls, Where Freedom's praise is loud and long,

While close beneath the outward walls The driver plies his reeking thong,The hammer of the man-thief falls, O'er hypocritic cheek and brow The crimson flush of shame shall glow: And all who for their native land Are pledging life and heart and hand, Worn watchers o'er her changing weal, Who for her tarnished honor feel, Through cottage door and council-hall Shall thunder an awakening call.

The pen along its page shall burn
With all intolerable scorn, -
An eloquent rebuke shall go

On all the winds that Southward blow,-
From priestly lips, now sealed and dumb,
Warning and dread appeal shall come,
Like those which Israel heard from
him,

The Prophet of the Cherubim,
Or those which sad Esaias hurled
Against a sin-accursed world!

Its wizard leaves the Press shall fling
Unceasing from its iron wing,
With characters inscribed thereon,
As fearful in the despot's hall
As to the pomp of Babylon

The fire-sign on the palace wall!
And, from her dark iniquities,
Methinks I see my country rise :
Not challenging the nations round

To note her tardy justice done, Her captives from their chains unbound, Her prisons opening to the sun :?sut tearfully her arms extending Over the poor and unoffending;

Her regal emblem now no longer A bird of prey, with talons reeking, Above the dying captive shrieking, But, spreading out her ample wing, A broad, impartial covering,

The weaker sheltered by the stronger!

O, then to Faith's anointed eyes
The promised token shall be given;
And on a nation's sacrifice,
Atoning for the sin of years,
And wet with penitential tears,

The fire shall fall from Heaven!
1839.

NEW HAMPSHIRE.

1845.

God bless New Hampshire ! - from her granite peaks

Once more the voice of Stark and Langdon speaks.

The long-bound vassal of the exulting South

For very shame her self-forged chain has broken,

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Torn the black seal of slavery from her mouth,

And in the clear tones of her old time spoken!

O, all undreamed-of, all unhoped-for changes!

The tyrant's ally proves his sternest foe;

To all his biddings, from her mountain ranges,

New Hampshire thunders an indignant No!

Whois it now despairs? O, faint of heart, Look upward to those Northern mountains cold,

Flouted by Freedom's victor-flag un, rolled,

And gather strength to bear a manlie part !

All is not lost. The angel of God's blessing

Encamps with Freedom on the field of fight:

Still to her banner, day by day, arę pressing,

Unlooked-for allies, striking for the right!

Courage, then, Northern hearts! - Be firm, be true:

What one brave State hath done, can ye not also do?

THE NEW YEAR:

ADDRESSED TO THE PATRONS OF THI PENNSYLVANIA FREEMAN.

THE wave is breaking on the shore,~
The echo fading from the chime,
Again the shadow moveth o'er
The dial-plate of time!

O, seer-seen Angel! waiting now
With weary feet on sea and shore,
Impatient for the last dread vow
That time shall be no more!

Once more across thy sleepless eye

The semblance of a smile has passed The year departing leaves more nigh Time's fearfullest and last.