Think of Our Country's Glory

Think of Our Country's Glory

Think of our country's glory,

All dimm'd with Afric's tears -

Her broad flag stain'd and gory

With the hoarded guilt of years!

Think of the frantic mother,

Lamenting for her child,

Till falling lashes smother

Her cries of anguish wild!

Think of the prayers ascending,

Yet shriek'd, alas! in vain,

When heart from heart is rending

Ne'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.

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1:19, p. 2

1837.05.13