...— There no brother's voice shall greet them — There no father's welcome meet them.— Gone, fc. Gone, gone — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From the tree whose shadow lay On their childhood's place of play — From the cool spring where they drank...

...their back with many a gash, Shall a mother's kindness bless them, Or a mother's arms caress them. Gone, gone — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank...hills and waters, — Woe is me my stolen daughters! Gone, gone — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone. Oh, when weary, sad, and slow, From...

...the rice- swamp dank and lone, From Virginia's hills and waters,— Woe is me, my stolen daughters ! Gone, gone — sold and gone. To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From the tree whose shadow lay On their childhood's place of play — From the cool spring where they drank-^Rock,...

...These, and a thousand griefs minute as these, Corrode our comfort and destroy our ease. HANNAH MORE. THE MORAL WARFARE. WHEN Freedom, on her natal day,...war-rocked cradle lay, An iron race around her stood, Baptised her infant brow in blood ; And through the storm which round her swept, Their constant ward...

...the rice-swamp dank and lone, From Virginia's hills and waters — Woe is me, my stolen daughters ! Gone, gone — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From the tree whose shadow lay On their childhood's place of play — From the cool spring where they drank...

...strews Poison with the falling dews, Where the sickly sunbeams glare Through the hot and misty air, — Gone, gone, — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank...hills and waters, — Woe is me, my stolen daughters ! Gone, gone, — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone. There no mother's eye is near them,...

...drank, Rock, and hill, and rivulet bank, From the solemn house of prayer, And the holy counsels there. Gone, gone, sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From Virginia's bills and waters, Woe is me, my stolen daughters ! Gone, gone, sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank...

...To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From Virginia's hills and waters, Woe is me, my stolen daughters ! Gone, gone, sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From the tree whose shadow lay On their childhood's place of play, From the cool spring where they drank,...

...— There no brother's voice shall greet them, There no father's welcome meet them. Gone, gone, &c. Gone, gone, — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone. From the tree whose shadow lay On their childhood's place of play ; From the cool spring where they drank...

...institutions we leave to them are beset by any conspiracy or betrayed and sold by ambitious and faithless men. When Freedom, on her natal day, Within her war-rocked...her stood, •% Baptized her infant brow in blood, J And through the storm that round her swept Their constant ward and watching kept. So be it ours,...