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Songs of triumph, and ascriptions, Such as reached the swart Egyptians, When upon the Red Sea coast Perished Pharaoh and his host.

And the voice of his devotion

Filled my soul with strange emotion; For its tones by turns were glad, Sweetly solemn, wildly sad.

Paul and Silas, in their prison,
Sang of Christ, the Lord arisen,
And an earthquake's arm of might
Broke their dungeon-gates at night.

But, alas ! what holy angel
Brings the Slave this glad evangel?
And what earthquake's arm of might
Breaks his dungeon-gates at night?

THE WITNESSES.

In Ocean's wide domains,

Half buried in the sands, Lie skeletons in chains,

With shackled feet and hands.

Beyond the fall of dews,

Deeper than plummet lies, Float ships, with all their crews,

No more to sink nor rise.

There the black Slave-ship swims,

Freighted with human forms, Whose fettered, fleshless limbs Are not the

sport

of storms.

These are the bones of Slaves;

They gleam from the abyss; They cry, from yawning waves,

“We are the Witnesses !”

Within Earth's wide domains

Are markets for men's lives;

Their necks are galled with chains,

Their wrists are cramped with gyves.

Dead bodies, that the kite

In deserts makes its prey ; Murders, that with affright

Scare schoolboys from their play!

All evil thoughts and deeds ;

Anger, and lust, and pride; The foulest, rankest weeds,

That choke Life’s groaning tide!

These are the woes of Slaves;

They glare from the abyss ; They cry, from unknown graves,

“We are the Witnesses ! ”

THE QUADROON GIRL.

The Slaver in the broad lagoon

Lay moored with idle sail ; He waited for the rising moon,

And for the evening gale.

Under the shore his boat was tied,

And all her listless crew Watched the gray alligator slide

Into the still bayou.

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