Think of Our Country's Glory
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Title
Think of Our Country's Glory
Description
Think of our country's glory,
Think of the frantic mother,
Think of the prayers ascending,
Shall we behold, unheeding,
Oh, no! by every blessing
All dimm'd with Afric's tears -
Her broad flag stain'd and goryWith the hoarded guilt of years!
Think of the frantic mother,
Lamenting for her child,
Till falling lashes smotherHer cries of anguish wild!
Think of the prayers ascending,
Yet shriek'd, alas! in vain,
When heart from heart is rendingNe'er to be joined again.
Shall we behold, unheeding,
Life's holiest feelings crush'd? -
When woman's heart is bleeding,Shall woman's voice be hush'd?
Oh, no! by every blessing
That Heaven to thee may lend -
Remember their oppression,Forget not, sister, friend.
Creator
Unattributed
Source
1:19, p. 2
Date
1837.05.13
Collection
Citation
Unattributed, “Think of Our Country's Glory,” Periodical Poets, accessed September 8, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/206.
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