Poetry: Hope For The Slave

Leng have the wretched, enslav'd in their sa dness, Sighed lor the grave as their only repose - liight has ansen, we bail it wilh gladness, Deep was the gloom when the day star arose, Cheering and bleased are the hopes which we cherish, Africa's aona shall nol always be slaves; Cruel oppre8son must speedily perish, Or seek a retreat o'er the dark rolling waves. freedom wiü come to the down trodden stranger, Homeless, and hopeless, he shall not remain; High is his Helper, and strong bis Avenger, Man may oppose, but oppose Him, in vain. Th' ear of Jehovah hath heard theii complaining, He hath beheld when their blood hath been apilt - Land of oppressien, thy captives retaining Great is thy trespass, and dark it thy guilt. Ha! dost thou mock in the pride of thy glory, Reckless of danger, and haughty in power - Then may posterity write the sad story, Dating thy downfall froiu no distant hour. Ëgypt'B proud monarch might ecorn to surrender, Vaunting his strength in the hour oi hispriuc, fowertess he yjelded, when Israel's Defender Buried his host 'neath the fast flowing tide. Pause, ere the path thou art madly pursuirtg Ëndin a doom thou must sadly deplore - Lov'st thou thy country - then save it Irom ruin, Break every fetter, and frcedom restore. Favor'd so highly- must slavery detested Witherits glory. and tarnish its fame; Long oe'r our land the dishonor has rested, Hasten nnd wipe the foul blot from its name. Salem. Moy ?4h. 1842.