THE DEATH OF SLAVERY.

Southland Times, Issue 610, 26 December 1866, Page 3

THE DEATH OF SLAVERY.

Oh ! thou great Wrong, that, through the slowpaced year, Didst hold thy millions fettered, and didst weild The scourge that drove the laborer to the field, And look with stony eye on human tears. Thy cruel reign is o'er ; i Thy bondmen crouch no more In terror at the menace of thine eye ; For He who marks the bounds of guilty power, Long-suffering, hath heard the captive's cry, And touched his shackles at the appointed hour, md lo ! they fall, and he whose limbs they galled Stands in his native manhood, disenthralled. A shout of joy from the redemed is sent ; Ten thousand hamlets swell the hymn of thanks ; . Our rivers roll exulting, and their banks Send up hosannas to the firmament. Fields, where the bondman's toil No more shall trench tke soil, Seem now to b;isk in a serener day ; The meadow-birds sing sweeter, and the airs Of heaven with more caressing softness play, Welcoming man to liberty like theirs. A glory clothes the land from sea to sea, For the great land and all its coasts are free. Within that land wert thou enthroned of late, And they who filled its judgment seats, obeyed Thy mandate, rigid as the will of fate. Fierce men at thy right hand, Witli gesture of command, Gave forth the word that none might dare gainsay ; And grave and reverend ones, who loved thee not, Shrank from thy presence, and, in blank dismay, Chocked down, unuttered, the rebellious thought ; j While meaner cowards, mingling with thy train, j Proved, from the book of God, thy right to reign. | Great as thou wert, and feared from shore to shore The wrath of God o'ertook thee in thy pride ; Thou sitt'st a ghastly shadow ; by thy side Thy once strong arms hang nerveless evermore. And they who quailed but now Before thy lowering brow. Devote thy memory to scorn and shame, And scoff at the pale, powerless thing thou art, And they who ruled in thine imperial name, Subdued, and standing sullenly apart, Scowl at the hands that overthrew thy reign, And shattered at a blow the prisoners chain. j Well was thy dom deserved ; thou didst not spare Life's tenderesfc ties, but cruelly didst part Husband and wife, and from the mothers heart Didst wrest her children, deaf to shriek and prayer ; Thy inner lair became The haunt of guilty shame ; Thy lash dropped blood ; the murderer at thy side Showed his red hands, nor feared the vengeance due, Thou didst sow earth with crimes, and, far and wide, A harvest of uncounted miseries grew, Until the measure of thy sins at last Was full, and then the avenging bolt was cast. - Go, then, accursed of god, and take thy place, With baleful memories of the elder time, With many a wasting pest, and nameless crhne, ; And bloody war that thined the human race ; > With the Black Death, whose way t Through wailing cities lay, » Worship of Moloch, tyrannies that built 1 The Pyramids, and cruel deeds taught ' To avenge a fancied guilt by deeper guilt — i Death at the stake to those that held them not. ' Lo ! the foul phantoms, silent in the room. * I see the better years that hasten by ) Carry thee back into that shadowy past, ) Where," in the dusty spaces, void and vast, r The gra7es of those whom thou has mmdered lie. > The slave-pen, through whose door 5 Thy victims pass no more. Is there, and there shall the grim block remain j At which the slave was sold ; while at thy feet , Scourges and engines of restraint and pain. Moulder and rust by thine eternal seat. • There, 'mid the symbols that proclaim thy crimes, i Dwell thou, a warning to the coming times. •"Atlantic Monthly,

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