Elizabeth Margaret Chandler,
Poetical Works — A Vision
“ The flowing tide of population rolls. Then, Philadelphia! where thou spreadest now Thy goodly domes, the Indian drove the chase. Ye white men, ye have reft by slow degrees Your brethren of their land. O give them then, What for the loss alone can compensate, Your virtuous knowledge, justice, and your love. Ye have escaped the ignominous stain, Shameful and foul, that brands with deep disgrace Your brethren of the south, the heavy curse Of slavery. Then free the Indian from the bonds of vice. ”
