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And human love is as the name well known
of a dear mother, whom the murderer laid
In bloody grave, and, into darkness thrown,
Gathered her wildered babes around him as his own.
“O love! who to the hearts of wandering men
Art as the calm to Ocean's weary waves,
Justice, or truth, or joy! thou only can
From slavery and religion's labyrinth caves
Guide us, as one clear star the seaman saves.
To give to all an equal share of good,
To track the steps of freedom tho' thro' graves
She pass, to suffer all in patient mood,
To weep for crime, tho'stained with thy friend's dearest
“To feel the peace of self-contentment's lot,
To own all sympathies, and outrage none.
And, in the inmost bowers of sense and thought,
Until life's sunny day is quite gone down,
To sit and smile with Joy, or, not alone,
To kiss salt tears from the worn cheek of Woe;
To live, as if to love and live were one. -
This is not faith ur law, nor those who bow
To thrones on Heaven or Earth such destiny may know.
“ But children near their parents tremble now,
Because they must obey-one rules another,
And as one Power rules both high and low,
So man is made the captive of his brother,
And Hate is throned on high with Fear her mother
Above the Highest-and those fountain cells,
Whence love yer flowed when faith had choked all other,
Are darkened-Woman, as the bond-slave, dwells
Of man a slave, and life is poisoned in its wells.
“Man seeks for gold in mines, that he may wea
A lasting chain for his own slavery :-
In fear and restless care that he may live
He toils for others, who must ever be
The joyless thralls of like captivity;
He murders, for his chiefs delight in ruin;
He builds the altar, that its idol's fee
May be his very blood; he is pursuing,
o blind and wiliing wretch ! his own obscure undoing.
" Woman !-she is his slave; she has become
A thing I weep to speak—the child of scom,
The outcast of a desolated home.
Falsehood, and fear, and toil, like waves have worn
Channels upon her cheek, which smiles adorn,
As calm decks the false Ocean :--well ye know
What Woman is, for none of oman born
Can choose but drain the bitter dregs of woe,
Which ever from the oppressed to the oppressors flow.
“This need not be; ye might arise, and will
That gold should lose its power, and thrones their glory:
That love, which none may bind, be free to fill
The world like light; and evil faith, grown hoary
With crime, be quenched and die.-Yon promontory
Even now eclipses the descending moon :-
Dungeons and palaces are transitory-
High temples fade like vapour-Man alone
Remains, whose will has power when all beside is
“Let all be free and equall-From your hearts
I feel an echo: thro' my inmost frame
Like sweetest sound, seeking its mate, it darts-
Whence come ye, friends ? Alas, I cannot name
All that I read of sorrow, toil, and shame,
On your worn faces; as in legends old
Which make immortal the disastrous fame
of conquerors and impostors false and bold
The discord of your hearts I in your looks behold.
“Whence come ye, friends ? from pouring human blood
Forth on the earth ? or bring ye steel and gold,
That Kings may dupe and slay the multitude ?
Or from the famished poor, pale, weak, and cold,
Bear ve the earnings of their toil? Unfold!
Speak! are your hands in slaughter's sanguine hue
Stained freshly ? have your hearts in guile grown old ?
Know yourselves thus ? ye shall be pure as dew,
And I will be a friend and sister unto you.
Disguise it not--we have one human heartAll mortal thoughts confess a common home, Blush not for what may to thyself impart Stains of inevitable crime : the doom Is this, which has, or may, or must, become Thine, and all human kind's. Ye are the spoil Which Time thus marks for the devouring tomb. Thou and thy thoughts and they, and all the toil Wherewith ye twine the rings of life's perpetual coil “Disguise it not-ye blush for what ye hate And Enmity is sister unto Shame; Look on your mind-it is the book of fateAh! it is dark with many a blazoned name Of misery-all are mirrors of the same ; But the dark fiend who, with his iron pen Dipped in scorn's fiery poison, makes his fame Enduring there, would o'er the heads of men Pass harmless, if they scorned to make their hearts his
Yes, it is Hate, that shapeless fiendly thing
of many names, all evil, some divine,
Whom self-contempt arms with a mortal sting;
Which, when the heart its snaky folds intwile
Is wasted quite, and when it doth repine
To gorge such bitter prey, on all beside
It turns with ninefold rage, as with its twine
When Amphisbæna some fair bird has tied,
Soon o'er the putrid mass he threats on every side.
Reproach not thine own soul, but know thyself, Nor hate another's crime, nor loathe thine own. It is the dark idolatry of self, Which, when our thoughts and actions once are gone, Demands that man should weep, and bleed, and groan.
O vacant expiation! be at rest,--
The past is death's, the future is thine own;
And love and joy can make the foulest breast
A paradise of fiowers, where peace might build her
“Speak, thou! whence come ye?”-A Youth made reply
"Wearily, wearily o’er the boundless deep
We sail. -Thou readest well the misery
Told in these faded eyes, but much doth sleep
Within, which there the poor heart loves to keep,
Or dare not write on the dishonoured brow;
Even from our childhood have we learned to steep
The bread of slavery in the tears of woe,
And never dreamed of hope or refuge until now.
“ Yes I must speak-my secret would have perished
Even with the heart it wasted, as a brand
Fades in the dying flame whose life it cherished,
But that no human bosom can withstand
Thee, wondrous Lady, and the wild command
of thy keen eyes :-yes, we are wretched slaves,
Who from their wonted loves and native land
Are reft, and bear o'er the dividing waves
The unregarded prey of calm and happy graves.
“ We drag afar from pastoral vales the fairest
Among the daughters of those mountains lone;
We drag them there, where all things liest and rarest
Are stained and trampled :-years have come and gone
Since, like the ship which bears me, I have known
No thought;-hut now the eyes of one dear Maid
On mine with light of mutual love have shone-
She is my life, I am but as the shade
of her,-a smoke sent up from ashes, soon to fade
" For she must perish in the tyrant's hall-
Alas, alas!" He ceased, and by the sail
Sate cowering—but his sobs were heard hy all,
And still before the ocean and the gale
The ship fled last 'till the stars 'gan to sail.
All round me gathered with mute countenance,
The Seamen gazed, the Pilot worn and pale
With toil, the Captain with grey looks, whose glance
Met mine in restless awe-they stood as in a trance.
• Recede not! pause not now! thou art grown old,
But Hope will make thee young for Hope and Youth
Are children of one mother, even Love-behold !
The eternal stars gaze on us is the truth
Within your soul? care for your own, or ruth
For other's sufferings? do ye thirst to bear
A heart which not the serpent custom's tooth
May violate?-Be free! and even here (swear!
Swear to be firm till death! They cried, 'We swear! we
“The very darkness shook, as with a blast
Of subterranean thunder at the cry;
The hollow shore its thousand echoes cast
Into the night, as if the sea, and sky,
And earth, rejoiced with new-born liberty,
For in that name they swore! Bolts were undrawn,
And on the deck with unaccustomed eye
The captives gazing stood, and every one
Shrank as the inconstant torch upon her countenance
" They were earth's purest children, young and fair,
With eyes the shrines of unawakened thought,
And brows as bright as spring or morning, ere
Dark time had there its evil legend wrought
In characters of cloud which wither not-
The change was like a dream to them; but soon
They knew the glory of their altered lot,
In the bright wisdom of youth's breathless noon,
Sweet talk, and smiles, and sighs, all bosoms did attune
“ But one was mute: her cheeks and lips most fair,
Changing their hue, like lilies newly blown
Beneath a bright acacia's shadowy hair,
Waved by the wind amid the sunny noon,
Shewed that her soul was quivering; and full soon