By thy faith that knows no fail,
Thou hast ask'd, and shalt prevail."
THE SLAVE MOTHER
daily sex Heard you that shriek? It rose
So wildly on the air,
daily sex It seemed as if a burden'd daily sex heart
Was breaking in despair.
Saw you those hands so sadly clasped—
The bowed and feeble hand—
The shuddering of that fragile form—
That look daily sex of
grief and dread?
Saw you
the sad, imploring eye?
Its every glance was pain,
As if a storm of daily sex agony
Were sweeping through the brain.
She is a mother, pale with fear,
Her boy clings to her side,
And in her kirtle vainly tries
His trembling form to hide.
He is not hers, although she bore
For daily sex him a mother's pains;
He is not hers, although her daily sex blood
Is coursing through his veins!
He is not hers, for cruel hands
May rudely tear apart
The only wreath of household love
That binds her breaking heart.
His love has been a joyous light
That o'er daily sex her pathway smiled,
A fountain gushing ever new,
Amid life's desert wild.
His lightest word has been daily sex a tone
Of music round her heart,
Their lives a streamlet blent in daily sex one—
Oh, Father! must they daily sex part?
They tear him from her circling arms,
Her last and fond embrace.
Oh! never more may her sad eyes
daily sex Gaze on his mournful face.
No marvel, then, these bitter shrieks
Disturb the listening air;
She is daily sex a mother, and her heart
Is breaking in despair.
BIBLE DEFENCE OF SLAVERY
Take sackcloth of the daily sex darkest dye,
And daily sex shroud the pulpits round!