Stanzas: To Wendell Phillips, Esq.

Stanzas: To Wendell Phillips, Esq.

Farewell, brother's gentle breezes

Waft thee o'er the briny deep;

May the eye that never slumbers

His sure vigils o'er the keep.

May the hand that's never weary,

Blessings give to thee and thine;

Blessings on them, Holy Father,

From thy never failing vine.

When thy native land of fetters

Shall have faded from thy view,

May the wing of love thee shelter,

Crossing o'er the trackless blue.

Bear our love unto a brother,

That is now from us away,

Who, when in this land of freedom,

Hunted was as beast of prey.

He had heard our captives' wailing,

In his home beyond the sea;

Love untiring bore him onward,

O, my native land, to thee.

Tell him that our hearts are steadfast,

That our faith remaineth sure;

In our God's good time we'll conquer,

Should we to the end endure.

When congenial souls are blended,

Brother, we will deem thee near,

Thy loved tones we will remember,

Trust in God and never fear.

Upborn on the spirits pinions,

Nought, O nought, is boundless space;

Tho' between us ocean rolleth,

Kindredship is not effaced.

Farewell, brother! breezes balmy,

Bear thee to Victoria's land,

Where is heard no clanking fetter,

Though 'tis ruled by woman's hand.

Lynn, June 3, 1839.

Martha

3:18, p. 4

1839.06.29

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