Poetry: The Slave Whip

How snd to my heort are thoee scènes of subject ion, When wakeful rcmembrance recalls them to view- The ground where we labor'd - the driver's correction - The soul crust'iflg trials the slavs must pase throiigh; The rich-spreading cone field - the mili ihat Bi ood by it To draw forth llic svveets thatour labor supplied-- The hut of my fatber- the whlpping post nigh it - The blood-stiffened slave whip ihat hung nt ie side: The oft wielded slnte whip-the ponderous plave whip - The blood-stiffcned alave whip tlmt bnnjr nt its side. That pond'rous torrrtentor I dread to remember, For often wiicn weary and fnint in the fieïd, Itö tniich dreaded ernek sent a thrill tliro..gh eacli mfmber, And rrnised ma to action though ready to yield. Ah.' deêply l cursed it, a? writhing wiih au gllirill I heard it resonnding aloft in the air, Then swift, with the arm of a demon to bran tTish,Il feil like a hnrppy to gorge nnd to trur: The ofi wicldod slnve whip- il.e punderoue cliive whip - Descendí like a harpry lo gorge nnd to tenr. tioyii hard from the hand of n tyrr.nt to bpnr tt, Win pnys for our sweat with the lorturinjj laait. The home of the slave- I no longer wül share il: lts few ling'ring joys front my Ups 1 wïfl danh. And dow fui away from the elnve cursed natcon, I eiiig of E-vceLfreedom - ny "V and my bonst, As fnncy revisitR my flïahter's plairotion, To view the old slave whip thal hung at the posti Tlie oft wioldod elave whip- the ponderous ülaic vrliip-The blood-siiffened s'.nve whip that hung ot tbti pit