Address to Slavery
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Title
Address to Slavery
Description
Slavery, O Slavery! I cannot conceive
Why judges and magistrates do not relieve
My down-trodden people from under thy hand,
Restore them their freedom, and give them their land.
The loud voice of reason incessantly cries,
Ye lovers of Mammon, when will ye be wise?
How long will misanthropy reign in your hearts?
Behold the poor slaves, and consider their smarts.
Upon the plantation they labor and toil,
Exert all their strength to enrichen the soil,
While the sun pours upon them its hot scorching ray,
Without intermission the whole livelong day.
Hope God by His power will save them at last,
And bring them as Israel in ages that's past,
Out of the reach of proud slavery's chain,
To enjoy the sweet comfort of freedom again.
Why judges and magistrates do not relieve
My down-trodden people from under thy hand,
Restore them their freedom, and give them their land.
The loud voice of reason incessantly cries,
Ye lovers of Mammon, when will ye be wise?
How long will misanthropy reign in your hearts?
Behold the poor slaves, and consider their smarts.
Upon the plantation they labor and toil,
Exert all their strength to enrichen the soil,
While the sun pours upon them its hot scorching ray,
Without intermission the whole livelong day.
Hope God by His power will save them at last,
And bring them as Israel in ages that's past,
Out of the reach of proud slavery's chain,
To enjoy the sweet comfort of freedom again.
Creator
Samuel Wright
Source
1:31, p. 1
Date
2.18.1860
Collection
Citation
Samuel Wright, “Address to Slavery,” Periodical Poets, accessed September 19, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/636.
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