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,
"Come unto me all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest."
"COME unto me, ye who are heavy laden,"
Come unto me ye who are sore opprest;
The white haired sire, the young and tender maiden -
"Come unto me and I will…
Come, Brother, turn with me from pining thoughtAnd all the inward ills that sin has wrought;Come, send abroad a love for all who live,And feel the deep content in turn they give.Kind wishes and good deeds, — they make not poor;They'll home again,…
Dear R*****, time with rapid wings,
Has swept another year away:
Like all earth's transitory things,
That wither and decay.
Since last year's dawn of friendship's chain,
That binds man to his fellow man,
How many links have broke in twain,
Horror of nature, hell and death!When a deep groan from beneathShall cry, "We come! we come!" and allThe caves of night answer one call.Oh that book! whose leaves so brightWill set the world in severe light:Oh that Judge! whose hand, whose eyeNone…
From old Virginia's mountains,
From Carolina's strand,
Where Georgia's glittering fountains
Abound with golden sand;
From many a Southern river,
From many a vale and plain,
They call us to deliver
From Slavery's galling chain.
I've listened to the cold farewell,
The careless, short good bye,
When not a tear of sadness fell,
Or tributary sigh.
I've felt the pressure of the hand
At parting, 'gainst mine own, -
The serving of a happy band
That long on love had…
I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls
The burial-ground, "God's Acre!" It is just;
It consecrates each grave within its walls,
And breathes a benison o'er the sleeping dust.
"God's-Acre!" Yes; that blessed name imparts
Comfort to those,…
Hail to the land, where the white man breathes free as the air,But the soul-fetter'd black man pours the wail of despair!Where the alter with the flame of Liberty glows,But the Temple's surrounded with Slavery's woes: -Where the light of the…
"Have children never heard nor read,
How God abhors deceit and wrong!
How Annanias was struck dead,
Caught with a lie upon his tongue!
So die his wife Sapphira die
When she came in, and grew so bold,
As to confirm the wicked lie,