Elizabeth Margaret Chandler,
Poetical Works — The Enfranchised Slaves to Their Benefactress
“ Shall view us bow'd in prayer, that life may be A calm and sunny day of joy for thee.Free! free!—how glorious 't is to lift an eye, Unblenching beneath infamy and shame, To the blue boundless sky, And feel each moment from our hearts, the tame Dull pulses of our vileness pass away, Like sluggish mists before the rising day.And then our infants! we shall never see Their young limbs cheapen'd at the public mart, Or shrink in agony, To view them writhe beneath the cruel smart Of the rude lash;—they ne'er like us shall know The slave's dark lot of wretchedness and woe. ”
