Lines accompanying a Silver Dollar

Lines accompanying a Silver Dollar

Go forth my mite! and join the heap,

That philanthropy bestows:

Go save our Press, our friends go keep,

In safety from all foes.

Be not abashed - resign thy fear,

That weak, and poor thou art:

'Twas honest labor brought thee here,

'Tis freedom bids us part.

Go forth, and when amid the train,

By haughty hundreds prest:

Should some broad Xs look disdain,

Be thus thy speech addressed:

"Tho' from no golden heaps I come,

Nor boast a purse-proud owner:

A silver dollar, is my name,

And humble is my donor.

'Bove all his wants he found me o'er,

And gave me of free will:

He wished me gold, or what is more,

But equal to his zeal."

I see thy little heart beats high,

In love, and mercy sweet:

Then on with energy and cry,

The Judgment we can meet!

Harrisburg, Pa. 1839.

J.C.M.

3:5, p. 3

1839.02.09

"given by the writer towards relieving the Press of the Colored American, from the responsibilities of a very singular Libel Suit."