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They tear him from her circling arms,
Her last and fond embrace:
Oh! never more may her sad eyes
Graze on his mournful face.
Her last and fond embrace:
Oh! never more may her sad eyes
Graze on his mournful face.
No marvel, then, these bitter shrieks
Disturb the listening air:
She is a mother, and her heart
Is breaking in despair.
Disturb the listening air:
She is a mother, and her heart
Is breaking in despair.
BIBLE DEFENCE OF SLAVERY.
Take sackecloth of the darkest dye,
And shroud the pulpits round!
Servants of Him that cannot lie,
Sit mourning on the ground.
And shroud the pulpits round!
Servants of Him that cannot lie,
Sit mourning on the ground.
Let holy horror blanch each cheek,
Pale every brow with fears:
And rocks and stones, if ye could speak,
Ye well might melt to tears!
Pale every brow with fears:
And rocks and stones, if ye could speak,
Ye well might melt to tears!
Let sorrow breathe in every tone,
In every strain ye raise
Insult not God's majestic throne
With th' mockery of praise.
In every strain ye raise
Insult not God's majestic throne
With th' mockery of praise.
