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.