"From old Virginia's mountains,"
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Title
"From old Virginia's mountains,"
Description
From old Virginia's mountains,
What through th' enchanting breezes
Shall we, whose fathers battled,
Waft! waft! ye winds the story, -
From Carolina's strand,
Where Georgia's glittering fountainsAbound with golden sand;
From many a Southern river,From many a vale and plain,
They call us to deliverFrom Slavery's galling chain.
What through th' enchanting breezes
Waft from Brittania's isles,
The news that Slavery ceases,While man at home is vile:
In vain with lavish'd kindness,The gifts of God are strown,
While man claims, in his blindnessHis fellow man to own.
Shall we, whose fathers battled,
Oppression to destroy,
Shall we, to man enchattl'd.Blest Freedom's lamp deny?
SPEEDY EMANCIPATION!The joyful sound proclaim,
Till Slavery in our nationNo longer has a name.
Waft! waft! ye winds the story, -
Oppression's death-knell toll,
Till like a sea of gloryIt spreads from pole to pole. -
Till all of human natureShall nature's rights regain,
And serve but their Creator,Whose right it is to reign.
Creator
Unattributed
Source
3:36, p. 4
Date
1839.12.07
Contributor
For the Rochester Freeman
Collection
Citation
Unattributed, “"From old Virginia's mountains,",” Periodical Poets, accessed September 8, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/346.
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