Kenosha tribune & telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1856-1859, 1857-10-22
when Our. Ship Comes In"

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A little child dweit by the flowing sea,
And her home was the home Of poverty.
She with bare feet Ger the golden sands,
And gathered shells with her small, brown hands
Gay strangers came In rich robes digit,
But the little maiden slsnred their sight;
And, shaking her curls Ger her biushing face,
Sped away like fAwn that shuns the chase.
When the strangers we're gone said the mother mild,
.'what was ID dismayed thee, my darling chIldf"
40, motherl my feet were bare and brown,
had no bonnet, and then--this gownr
She held up the skirt Of her faded frock,
Sadly rent BY the jagged rock, slaa
And she said With deep aud q long-dra sigh,
"Wii have such dresses as they, by andbyi"
Her mother smiled with grave, sweet grace, Ns
As she sinoethe the curls from haIfgeyed face
A'f ~ said, "When our ship comes II from sea, a.
k7You shall have garments and all things nee"
"when our ship comes in I" said the little one,
And away to the highest rock she run,
And watched til nieht-shadows dirnmed the shore,
For the frieghted ship and its treasured store.
Long and often she watched in vain,
No ship for her sailed over the main
How many watchers Ia life there be
tut tne snip tIat never comes over the sea
cambridge Chronicle.
friend hands the following taken from the liberty
Press Of ls4I with request to publish in columns
which willingly do The sentiment appropr ate
now, as it was ten years ago, lEDs. Tam. TEL
az Lines suggested reading account of the death
of Christian slave under the hand of his master by the
application of the LASH for the third atempttO
from bondage .
"How long, o Lord how longs
Groan'd the poor sufferer. For many a weary year
He'd toiled without reward his wife and children
One by one, were torn from his embrace, and sold.
In hopeless bondage; once, twice, yea thrice, A..
He made vain attempt to break the chains
That bound him-to die on freedoms shore.
But now pursued by fends in human form,
And hunted back to the great southern prison house,
And as the knotted scourge laid upon his back,
With more than wonted cruelty, because be longed
For freedom, the pure gospel dawned upon his mind
He felt that all desolaton his spirit sank within him.
And again he noan'd Ho,o long, 0 God, hon long"
And as the lash descends upon his quveriug fesiss
He neekly lifts his eye to Heaven, and says;
"sather forgive'-then bows his head aud dies.
Methought-
As reflected on that awful scene,
When that oppressor Of Gods poor, shall stand
slave.
In that vast company, where every deed, and thought
Are treasured, and recorded, in the great book
OF Gods remembrance what worlds he'd give
TO take the place Of that poor victim.
Ny God,
Can man believe that thou hast said,
''ie shall not rob my poor" and practice
Cruetes like these can 10 believe the truths
Of Holy Writ, who thus will use
His neighbours service without rscompense,
That thus will sever choicest, sweetest ties;
And tear from his wife and children dear,
Thrice dear because tits all he has to lover
Hush, hush my throbbing brain,
cannot dwell upon this sick ming theme:
But l will raise my voice In duplication
More intense, and ferventsthat God will break
The oppressors yoke, and stay the of war,
And 6l our land with peace.
PHiLoMKLA.
Utica, June 9th, 1SiI.