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A deed of darkness must be done,
Are these the criminals, that flee Good cause why planters never try their own. Like deeper shadows th gh the shade!
A flickering lamp, from tree to tree
Betrays their path along the glade,
Led by a Negro;-now they stand,
Two trembling women, hand in band. ANON. I HEARD that Negro, on his lowly bed, A grave, an open grave appears, Thus forc'd to bid to earthly hopes adieu : O’er this in agony they bend, I heard him pray for mercy on the head Wet the fresh turf with bitter tears, Of him, whose bitter wrath his brother Sighs following sighs their bosoms rend; slew!
These are not murderers;—these have known Lonely he lay, but still the sufferer knew, Grief more bereaving than their own. That more than this his heavenly master bore,
Oft through the gloom their streaming eyes When on the cross, expos'd to public Look forth for what they fear to meet : view,
It comes;—they catch a glimpse ;-it flies: His dying breath forgiveness did implore, Quick glancing lights, slow-trampling feet, For those whose bellish hate was glutted Amidst the cane-crops, seen, heard, gone, with his gore !
Return, and in dead march move on.
A stern procession -gleaming arms,
And spectral conntenances dart,
And withering pangs thro' either heart;
I turn'd to these,--from them one echo ran-
Not by the slave-lord's justice slain,
That doomed him to a traitor's death; While royal mercy sped in vain,
O’er land and sea to spare his breath ; Bat the frail life that warm'd this clay, Man could not give, nor take away.
His vengeance and his grace, alike,
THE MORNING DREAM.
'Twas in the glad season of spring, Here, by one sovereign act and deed, Asleep at the dawn of the day, God cancell'd all that man decreed. I dreamed what I cannot but sing,
So pleasant it seemed as I lay; Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
I dreamed that on ocean afloat, That corpse is to the grave consigned; Far hence to the westward I sailed, The scene departs; this buried trust, While the billows high-lifted the boat,
The Judge of quick and dead shall find, And the fresh blowing breeze never failed. When things that Time and Deatb have seal'd,
In the steerage a woman I saw, Shall be in flaming fire reveal'd.
Such at least was the form that she wore,
Whose beauty impressed me with awe, The fire shall try thee, then like gold,
Ne'er taught me by woman before.
She sat, and a shield at her side
Shed light, like a sun on the waves, Be thy clear innocence confest!
And smiling divinely, she criedThe fire shall try thy foes ;-may they “I go to make freemen of slaves.” Find mercy in that dreadful day.
Then raising her voice to a strain
The sweetest that ear ever heard,
Wherever her glory appeared.
Fled, chased by her melody clear,
And methought while she liberty sung, " Who shall avenge the slave?" I stood and 'Twas liberty only to bear.
cried, “ The earth, the earth!" the echoing sea Thus swiftly dividing the flood, replied,
T'o a slave-cultured island we came, I turned me to the ocean, but each wave Where a demon, her enemy, stoodDeclined to be the avenger of the slave. Oppression his terrible wame. “ Who shall avenge the slave?" my species In his hand, as the sign of his sway, cry
A scourge hung with lashes he bore, “The winds, the floods, the lighữning of the And stood looking out for his prey sky;"
From Africa's sorrowful shore,
But soon as approaching the land
That goddess-like woman he viewed, The scoarge he let fall from his band,
With blood of his subjects imbrued. I saw him both sicken and die,
And the moment the monster expired, Heard shouts, tbat ascended the sky,
From thousands with rapture inspired.
Awaking how could I but muse
At what such a dream should betide? But soon my ear caught the glad news, Which served my weak thought for a
guideThat Britannia, renowned o'er the waves
For the hatred, she ever has shown, To the black-sceptred rulers of slaves,
Resolves to have done of her own.
In Glory's circling arms the hero bled,
bier; And “O my Country!" echoed in her ear: -She thought of Fox;-she heard him
faintly speak, His parting breath grew cold upon her cheek, His dying accents trembled into air; “Spare injared Africa! the Negro spare!" She started from her trance !--and, ronnd
the shore, Beheld her supplicating sons once more, Pleading the suit so long, so vainly tried, Renew'd, resisted, promised, pledged, de
nied, The Negro's claim to all his Maker gave, And all the tyrant ravished trom the slave: Her yielding beart confess'd the righteous
claim, Sorrow had soften'd it, and love o'ercame; Shame flush'd her poble cheek, her bosom
burn'd; To helpless, hopeless, Africa she turn’d; She saw her sister in the Mourner's face, And rush'd with tears into her dark embrace. “All hail !"exclaim'd the Empress of the sea, “ Thy chains are broken, Africa be free!" All bail!" replied the Mourner, « Sbe
who broke My bonds, shall never wear a stranger's
THE ABOLITION OF SLAVERY.
High on her rock, in solitary state, Sublimely musing, pale Britannia sate; Her awful forehead on her spear reclined, Her robe and tresses streaming with the
wind; Chill through her frame foreboding tremors
crept; The mother thought upon her sons, and wept: -She thought of Nelson in the battle slain, And his last signal beaming o'er the main ;
And roam along, the world's tired denizen, | I would not be a leaf to die,
Minions of splendour shrinking from dis- | The woods and winds, with sudden wail, tress!
Tell all the same unvaried tale ;
And, when I sigh, to sigh with me.
Yet in my dreams form I view,
That thinks on me, and loves me too; sued ;
I start, and when the vision's flown, This is to be alone; this, this is solitude ! I weep that I am all alone.