Think gently of the erring—
Ye know not of the power
With which the dark temptation came
In some unguarded hour.
Ye may not know how earnestly
They struggled, or how well,
Until the hour of weaknes came,
And sadly thus they fell.
Think gently…
John Brown of Osawatomie
Spake on his dying day:
"I will not have to shrive my soul
A priest in slavery's pay;
But let some poor slave mother,
Whom I have striven to free,
With her children, from the gallows-stair
Put up a prayer for me!
John…
Securely chained to the walls of stone,Within a dungeon damp and low—There ne'er was heard a triendly tone;
A captive slept,
A youthful brow the captive bore,And sadness deep his features wore,For darksome clouds his spirit o'er
Had rudely…
"Lord, thou art great!" I cry when in the East,
The day is blooming like a rose of fire,
When to partake anew of life's rich feast
Nature and man awake with fresh desire;
When art thou seen more gracious, God of power? Than in the morn's great…
"When he went from the jail to the gallows, he stooped to kiss a colored child that stood near."The following lines were written by Mrs. Lydia Maria Child, and sung at the Music Hall, on the twenty-sixth National Anti-Slavery…
Slavery, O Slavery! I cannot conceiveWhy judges and magistrates do not relieveMy down-trodden people from under thy hand,Restore them their freedom, and give them their land.The loud voice of reason incessantly cries,Ye lovers of Mammon, when will ye…
Under the wave!Keel that has girt its furrow round the world,Canvas to every ocean breeze unfurled,Cordage that rang like harp-strings to the blast,Lithe spars that bent and struggled as it past,Like wrestler's braveInto the surging gulf of waters…
Hush! let the baby sleep!
Mark her hand so white and slender,Note her red lip, full and tender,And her breathing, like the motionWhich the waves of calmest ocean
In their peaceful throbbing keep.
Hush! let the baby rest!
Who would wake from…
[At a recent slave sale, in one of the Southern states, the auctioneer, in a drunken humor, guaranteed the Christianity of the negro upon the block, and offered to sell him by the pound.] He can mow and how, and shovel and dig,
And team, and lower,…
Do something for each other—
Though small the help may be;
There's comfort oft in little things,
Far more than others see!
It takes the sorrow from the eye,
It leaves the world less bare,
If but a friendly hand come nigh
When friendly hands…
