Vermont telegraph. [volume] (Brandon [Vt.]) 1828-1843, 1838-02-21
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rest Wlthln, u1Akcs IN eA~N'S1 'O k''-~
fields. An order 70 refresh his sinkil's spirits
BY the scenery Of nature, the sight Of which
serves only 10 awaken reflections Of a most
melancholy nature, and he takes up la
incubation on his own wretched condition,
which continues tillthe approach Of Mar
earet, his wife, who having walked from
sleep and finding him gone, comes in pur-
sui, Of her husband, and having found him,
entertains him with the recital Of an extra
ordinary dream, which she had just had, in
which an angel makes known to her the
abolition Of slavery and the glories Of that
day when Ethiopia shall stretch forth her
hands unto God, and the nations learn war
no more, &c.
ScENE.--A Negro hut in Carolina.
CHARAcrrRs -POmpey,a slave. and Marga1
ret, bis wife. .r...
Tn4E-Midnight.
Ponspey. Worn with excessive toll, in vain seek,
On this vile heap Of straw. refreshing sleep @
From side to side turn. but find no rest,
And thots strange thotsare working in my breast;
And If perchance browse, ny feveFsh brain
sssres me with fishtful visions: and again rr
The moon 8 up: how beautifully bright q
The stars look down upon the gloom Of night
How cool--how fragrant Is the cool night breeze
That stirs the brake and waves yon forest trees.
I'll get me out into the fields awhile;
Perhaps Il may my loneliness beguile-- '
DIspel the gloom that gathers round my heart,
And cool my burning brow. Ere ! depart,
One look to see IL all IS well with thee,
Thar x,orenor IN nv f0il and uiserv.
An, thou art sleeping--rest my dear one--rest-
Son be Thy slumber, and thy visions b!est.
Better Cor thee. II thou should'st ne'er again
Awake TO all thy wretchedness and pain!
Better for thee, to close in endless sleep
Those tear worn eyes which only wake to weep:
Ia. thou dost smile Thou must be dreaming
Dost thou again revisit Africa! tg
Does fancy bud whore we so off have strayed, r
Culling sweet nOwers--and meath the spreading
OF stately palm have sung The hours away
Freo a. the birds Of summer and rs gayl .a.a
Dreamon and smile :--wouldI were dreaming too:
wnpt 10 eternal slumber but for you -
Ibear existence only. FATE thee well [Goes Otit.
Pompey alone in the fields. As he looks
on the scenery around him takes up la
mentaiion as follows:
o We bsight blooming earth 80 fresh and fairl 81
With all your endless, rich variety
Ofmountains, forests, plains, land you've streams,
That with soft murmurs smoothly flow along
Through Won green meadows beautiful ard gay
Iwould--bat cannot love ye.--What to me
Are AL earth's glories now .--since no more
Nav taste the sweets or freedoml We were made
To be admired--to be enjoyed by man,
Whom God made free, and with authority
Above al creatures else that walk the earth. ]
But am not a nsas--I am not feei-- @s4
NV master tells me so--and tells me ton .ts.
That our complexion proves inferior mold
Bot whence then this delusion, which 80 long
; Hath cheated with fhlse idea all
Our sable racei--for Afric,s sons believe
That they are men; have ser believed; and on!
would not break that spell, delusive tho 1.-THE,
And have them know what, knowing, would
sGsreduce
Them to level with he very brutes
That perish 3 that had never lived -
To learn the saddening fact (if fact Il be,) <r
But died untaught and happily deceived.
And is Il soi--am then but abeast?--s
Made like the OK 10 groan beneath the lash
OF tyrannic masteF-goaded on ... 81
To toll misunderstanding out life
In agonyi--Do not bear the form, s-...
And have not the feelings Of MANI an,s.n
Il not mans language minei--do not speak
Think, reason and MISUNDERSTANDING
'Twixt right and wrong contemplate future
Ashe doesl--dp | not feel within, $50
A soul possessed Of al those God-like powers
My master boasts ofs--This do not beasts.
Then am not beast--no, no, il cannot be-
Iam,-I am man!
AMI freedom is nv right inalienable,--
Code own peculiar gift. Of which none may
Deprive me with impunity. 10, there, .ss.
Where yonder noble structure rears l n..
On high it, Gothic arches-half ohscureds e -
BY many waving bough. vet dimly seem NJ
ny the pale noon reflected ray--fecIines
Upon he downy cough, my tyrant lord. tssfg
In HE me there and--- -.s t,s, .=.# Dr. q
Margaret. Pompeyl -- naE
P-sofi--what voice was thatl 81 &
~ Pompey!--my husband--Pompey! 1a
p. All. Ills my Margaret speaks-coms near m
And say, why do.t thou seek mel !
M How could else, when waking from my
dreams,
(Which thou shalt hear anon) found thee nptl
Thou little knowest how. much 10 this short hol
I've suffered for thy sake--say, wherefore didst
Thou leave mai
p. Finding DO rest within. nor gentle sleep.
hither strayed 10 catch the cool night breeze,
And drink the dew OF heaven Not knowing b
Their kindly influence might my spirit lift
sfUp from lie bitter sadness, !" and restore
MY mind's tranquility. @Mf
Wife. look upon this sespe.--how beautiful
Mothinls 4 some resembles Africa.
That spreading woodland yonder orange grows
WIlh lhis pnTs stream. upon whose verdani ban
Unnumbersd blossoms bend their dewy heads
And look into the wave, AZ least remind
Ne OF our hvorite hauats IN happier days.
With liberty could content me here;
Ofthal deprived, not Eden 3 bowers would char
Come. ct you down by me, and let rs weep
Torelher Der our fate. Perhaps our tears.
Failing into this stream. may be conveyed
To Bonin's blissfnl shore, or up 70 heaven
In exhalations rise, and fall in showers
Upon our native soil, and thus refresh
Our hyoriie palm grove.
N. 'Tisir our fate Il hard--ah. more than q
Wfelched beyond endurance, and feel
II scnsibly-havo wept Il oft--s my
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