Poetry: Hymn For The First Of August

Whcre Brittania's emerald isles, Gem the Caribbean Sca, And an e.idless suramer 6niiles, Lol the negro thrnll is frec! Yet not, on Columbia's plains, ilath tho sun of freedom risen; Here, in darkness and in chaina Toiling Tiillions pine in prison. Shout! ye islands discnthralled, Point thefinger as in scorn, At a country that is cnlled Freedom's home. when men are bom Heirs, forlife, to chains and whipa - ■ Bondmen, wlio have never known Wife, cbild, parent, that their lips Ever dared to cali their own. Yet a Ckristiaji land is this; Yea, and ministers of Christ Slavery'8 foot, in homage, kiss; And their brother, who is priced Higher than tbeir Savior, even, Do tliey intu bondngo sell - Pleading thusthe cause of Heaven, Serv'ng thus the cause of heil. # Holy Father, let tby word, Spoken by thy prophets old, By the pliant priosí be heard; And lei lips that now are cold, (Touched by Mammon's golden wand - ) With our natiou's ''burden" glow, - Till tbc freeman and the bond Shout for Slavery' overthrowt