Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1856-07-26

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Saviour turn | unto thee;
. With no star my path to light,
Be a morning star to me.
Thou hast suffered human woe,
And canst all our trials see;
Canst our bitter anguish know,
Saviour, hear and pity Inc.
Waves Of darkness DER me roll
Tossed upon life's stormy sea;
o sustain my sinking soul!
Lord | perish Succor me
The song had ceased. and standing by her side
Is fair young boy looked in her face, and cried;
10 wherefore ever sing some mUurnful strain
As il thy soul were torn with cruel pain
Why is thy face dear mother ever sadf
Canst thou not smile like others and be glad"
How should | smile again with hope and joy
When thou my beautiful my cherished boy
Art doomed 10, pity Ileaven,) to be a slave
And drag thy letters DER thy fathers grave.
OH far, far different thy fate and mine.
Had but that tatl.er lived, my darling boy,
AVN tIu III htih uhu Oi'c ph'N'N W tb
But ours had been u life of peaceful joy.
Yon stately mansion with it's blooming bowers
And murmuring foi ntains then had all been ours.
You start my child hut it is even 30.
Till death came with its darkness and its woe,
Our happy lives as sweeily passed away
As a bright river or calm summer day,
lie was our sun, our ever-glorious light;
lie persisted and we grope in rayless night.
Once when beneath that roof he helpless lay
And all fOrsook his weary couch of pain,
| alone watched and nursed him night and day
Until he rose to life and health again.
Those fearful days IF agony passed by.
When once again he looked upon the sky
la his great gratitude he swore to be
Husband, protector, faithful friend to me;
! a poor slave, became his honored wife.
Thus raised from hell to Heaven from death t.
life.
And when l looked upon thy face my boy
1t was enough, ] asked no brighter joy.
But swift upon my mornings golden light
Came fearful tempests and appalling night.
Once more my love lay on a couch of pain,
But ak my soothing arts were now in vain:
Moaning in ceaselcss agony he lay
Until death 5ore him from my arms away.
Oh! the dread anguish of that awful hour,
| bowed beneath it like sumo stricken flower
Crushed by the storm; in my great agony
| thought no greater sorrow e'er could be,
Not dreaming, plunged into that depth OF woe.
A Llacker gull was yawning from below
, Was it not enough Great Heaven, for me to bear
The crushing burden Of that fell despair,
But Won base fend whose heart of Triple steel,
No sympathy for human woe can feel
Should seize me, weeping by thy fathers grave
And basely claim me as his kinsman's slave
Should seize with ruthless hand yon lordly Hall
And claim these lands, these bowers, and foul
tains; all
The sacred haunts where we were wont to rove
In happier days and murmur tales Of love,
Aud more. far more than all, should seize my lt
My precious one, my only earthly joy,
And doom thee helpless darling. in whose veins
q Runs kindred blood, to servitude and chains.
Not for myself, (ieath soon will close my eyes;
| 20 to meet thy father in the skies,)
But for my child l mourn, my hapless child.
What hand will guide thee through the world
dark wild?
o, plying Christ, on Thee my woes l cast,
For earthly hope with earthly JOY is past.
Ito be COntinued.)