"Columbia's Eagle slaps 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,
O'er buried Freedom's tomb.
Look! see them crouch with slavish fear
And wait the proud behest -Like Sparton Helot tamely bow,
To tyrants of the West.
What tho' their brow be darkly stained,
In crisping curls their hair;The image of one common God
Our injured brethren bear,
Their trampled rights for vengeance call,
Justice will wake ere long;Jehovah'll bare his own right arm,
In wrath redress their wrong.
West Bloomfield, N.Y. 1839.