Poetry: The Curse Of Slavery
ttThÃs exil hasjrrcytd upon .7.6 rtnj vitáis oj â tht Utiwn.' - Jamps Mohroe. tVhiit wails are theeesalutá our ents? On Southern wipds ilioy're borne, F.xpreesiiig dork ml elüomy Ãears Lihc hearts wit"h ariguièh to.n. tÃVhal piercing sUïieks! Hork! licarthat tnoaià Lii-.e. oné n ÃÃo.") disttes?! Another - and e'iióther gronn! Tht-rc'a so low 10 c.xcess. Ã8 there a cause fov grief so siA Where Jncdow h;.w Ãiervay1 Where Loveaiu! Peuce, in mcrc-ydad, Extend tlieir genial ruy? Ah! thcre's a gloomy prison-hoiis-e On Fcelt'iii's soil 6U8iuin'd! Whtjre demons ot oppTession pounce On human victimsclai'ii'd. Bencath opprrsion's difeful reign Flow floods of bitter tears, Andblood, antlsighe, and groaÃis. and pain, Whüe nought the 8UÃl''rer cheers. 'The Slavc, o'erworkod, hal'-clad.. half-fcd, Jsfttter'd - thouglit and limb, The bloody seourge u's daily diead- Or daily feit bv him. Torn from his grasp - his wfe and child, Witli him, n auffrings share: Doom'd to perpeunl servitudu, Their cries are lost in air. Snd human nature! O how great The nnguish therccndu::d! Whnt can remove, or ir.itigate Sucli maüce - so maiur'd. " 'Tis not immoral," Churchea say, "To trad' in souls of men" Thcnlift tbeirblood-s'.ain'd hands and pray, And inock their God again. Tlius ihey the "sin of eins" partuke And. euhject toGod's wrath, Tlieuisclves to Gol ábliorrent malie: O teil it not in GStli! Our lianner's bl.;ody siripes protect Tiiis demon in diuuise: What enn tlie sutl'rer then expect? From wtence cun hope arist? O'er Conprcsy ! uil our banncr floais - Frt-emen uie gagg'd wit&inJ Slavery controis our no. tiiern votesl Such is the p)ight we'rf in. And bhrill we ilnis sujiinely rest, And leave all ineans untried To have our griovances redn-ss'd'! This - Frceinan must decide.
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Subjects
A. W. C.
Antislavery Poetry
Gag Rule
Voting
Poem
Old News
Signal of Liberty
James Monroe