Poetry: The Yankee Girl

She aittgs by her whecl, ai that low cottage doo Which the long evenirig shadow is Btretchin before, With a music as swect as a music which seenis Breaihedsoftly and faint n ihe car ofour dreams How briliiant and mirthful the ligbt of her eye Like a etar glancing out from the blue of thesky And lighi!y and freely her dark tressea ploy O'er b brow and a bosom as lovely as ihey! Who comes iu bispridoto that iow cottage door The haughty and rich to thehumble andpoor? 'Tis tho great souihern planter; the inaster wh waves Ilia whip of dominion o'er hundreds of slaves. "Nay, Ellen- for shame! L3t those Yanke fools spin, Who would pass ior our slaves witii achunge o their skin; Let them toil as thcy will, at the loom or th wheel, Too etupid for shamc. and loo vulgar to feel! But :hou art too lovely nnd precions a gem, Tobe boutfdto their burdena and sullied by tlvem For shauie! Ellen shame! cast thy bondage aside And away to tlie South, as my blessing and pride Oh, come where no winter thy footstcps cai wrong, But where flowers are blossoming all the yea long, Where the shade of the palm tree iá over mj home. And the lemon and orange are white in thei bloom! Oh, come to my home, where my servante ehal all Depart at thy bidding: and coma at thy cali: Thoy ehall heed thee as mistress with tremLüng and awe, And each wish of thy heart shall be feit as a law.' Ob, could ye have seen her- that pride of our girls; Arise and cast bnck the dark wealth of lier aurla, With a Bcorn in her eye which th gazer could feel, And a glance like the eunshinc that fla6'ies Jrom steel! "Go back, haughty Southron! thy treasures oj gold Are dim xvith the blood of the hearts thou nasi Bold; Thy home may be lovely, bul round it I hear The crack of the whip and the footsteps oi foar! And the sky of the South may be brigluer than ours, And greener thy landscapes, and faircr thy rlowors; But, dearor the blast round our mountaine which raves. Than the sweet summerzehpyrs which breathe over b'luves!Full low at thy hidding thynegToès may kneel. With the irou of bondage on spuit and heel! Yet know thac t'ne ÜTaukce Girl soaner woald be Inetters vfhhthem, t'uan in freedom wuh t'iee!"