"Columbia's Eagle slaps her wings"

"Columbia's Eagle slaps her wings"

COLUMBIA'S Eagle claps her wings,

Our banner proudly waves;

Still southern breezes onward bear,

The shrieks of fettered slaves.

The stripes, the chains of Afric's sons

Have writ a fearful doom;

Hark! even now they chant the dirge,

O'er buried Freedom's tomb.

Look! see them crouch with slavish fear

And wait the proud behest -

Like Sparton Helot tamely bow,

To tyrants of the West.

What tho' their brow be darkly stained,

In crisping curls their hair;

The image of one common God

Our injured brethren bear,

Their trampled rights for vengeance call,

Justice will wake ere long;

Jehovah'll bare his own right arm,

In wrath redress their wrong.

West Bloomfield, N.Y. 1839.

a very young lady

3:5, p. 2

1839.02.09