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In the steerage a woman I saw,
Such at least was the form that she wore, Whose beauty impress'd me with awe,
Ne'er taught me by woman before. She sat, and a shield at her side
Shed light, like a sun on the waves, And, smiling divinely, she cried
" I go to make Freemen of Slaves."
Then raising her voice to a strain
The sweetest, that ear ever heard,
Wherever her glory appear’d.
Fled, chas'd by her melody clear,
'Twas liberty only to hear,
Thus swiftly dividing the flood,
To a slave-cultur’d island we came, Where a demon, her enemy, stood
Oppression his terrible name.
In his hand, as the sign of his sway,
A scourge hung with lashes he bore, And stood looking out for his prey
From Africa's sorrowful shore.
But soon as approaching the land
That goddesslike woman he view'd, The scourge he let fall from his hand,
With blood of his subjects imbrued. I saw him both sicken and die,
And the moment the monster expir'd, Heard shouts that ascended the sky, .
From thousands with rapture inspir’d.
Awaking, how could I but muse
At what such a dream should betide? But soon my ear caught the glad news,
Which serv’d my weak thought for a guideThat Britannia, renown'd o'er the waves
For the hatred, she ever has shown, To the black-sceptred rulers of slaves,
Resolves to have none of her own.
NIGHTINGALE AND GLOW-WORM.
A NIGHTINGALE, that all day long
Did you admire my lamp, quoth he,
You would abhor to do me wrong,
Hence jarring sectaries may learn
Those Christians best deserve the name, Who studiously make peace their aim; Peace, both the duty and the prize Of him that creeps and him that flies
STARVED TO DEATH IN HIS CAGE.
Time was when I was free as air,
My drink the morning dew;
My strains for ever new.
But gaudy plumage, sprightly strain,
And of a transient date;
Soon pass'd the wiry grate.