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THE SLAVES soLnooUY.

THE SLAVES soLHooUY. ;,
IN. ,uD,s last ray has left the eastern hills. II
Ana silent solitude the worldIo'erspFeads; "a
IN. n5ousin solemn grandeur, rensise rolls {
H.r full orb,d eye IN plying tenderness u
Aaovn the star-bespangled sky On me z.
She smiles a. kindly as on crowned kings
mi wander forth amid the fragrant 6elds,-
) And. taste the sweetness ofithe bAlmy air.
perch.nce the cooling breeze that softly blows.
And the soft humid dew that night distills,
Nav calm nv beating brain and burning BROW
And quiet this sad aching heart Of mine
Tn. man Of terror with his scourge is gone.
To couch him on the downy bed Of ease:
IA .lesps--but Oh! he dreams not Of the wo'
That nightly circles round my sictened soul:
Ali little thinks he, as in his embrace
Il locked the idol Of his heart sincere,
Ard IN her bosom rests in soft repose,
The infant slumberer, pledge Of mutual loves
Ahlhttle thinks he Of that parting pang,
which rent my soul in bitterest agony,
When from my arms, my last, long, fond embrace.
Win 6end-lke grasp they tore my love away
Nv wife--the mother Of my darling boy
Ny dearest tessure-life Of all my joy!
OH Mary, dearest, whittier dost thou roam
WHARF i thy dwelling, where, o where thy homer
All little thought we when on, Gambia's Shore .
ws,plsdg'a our vows that we would part no more,
AM Iittls thought we that the white mans hand
Would force sus fat from our dear native land,
TotoIl and sweat, in letters and in pain,
ofmisery's cup, its yeriest dregs to drain.
But this our hearts with SheerfuIness had borne,
We'd not have shruak from al this world Of pain;
We could have borne together to have toiled,
.Torether we could bear the great mans frown,
And when distress thy trembling franc o'erspread,
ira pillow on my breastthy aching head;
GITogSther would we tod, together rest,
Together die, and be together bEest"
Bot Oh me anguish, to be sundered thus!
Victims Of scorn and cold Oppressor's power,
To feel the Pang Of utter loneliness
STEAL o'sf this sorrow-stricken soul Of mine;
And know chat silel TO whom this bleeding heart
Thus fondy clinss, i groaning meath the scourge
Of some terrific tyraut's potent RACES"
on these are thoughts more dreadful to be borne
Than torturing rack, or whitening simOont--
r stood last night upon the frowning brow
of thisstern preeipics, so dark and wild,
stAnd, Mary, but for one lone thought Of thee,
And Ihad plung'd me where no human eye
Had ever sought, or found my resting place.
But life to me IL dear while thou dost live.
And Ihsye cherish a the delusiye hope,
J. That thou my Mary, and my darling boy,
Nay yet brsshares inithe glorious bliss
OF freedom. in happier cline than this
ofEeedom7-No-that Joy inspiring sound,
We never more, Oh never shall we hear, .
BY heartiess tyrsnts last in letters bound,
To wear with pain our hopeless lives away.
MY trembling frame will scarce sustain the load
of painful pangs such thoughts Is these inspire;
This bsoken heart that's bleeding in my breast
It's throbbings tell il soon will be at rest!-
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But morning dawns; and to my rugged task
Unjust away, or feel the drivers lash,
My tardiness to recompense. Adieu
MY tender wife, my lovely lisPing babe,
The husbsnd and the father sighs fareweIl!-
% Pittsford, August, 1886. c. B.
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