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SLAVERY THAT IS NOT.

GOD made all His creatures free,

Life itself is Liberty;

God ordained no other bands,

Than united hearts and hands.

Sin the eternal charter broke

Sin-itself, earth's heaviest yoke—
Tyranny with sin began,

Man o'er brute, and man o'er man.

Pass five thousand Pagan years,
Of creation's groans and tears—

To oppression's climax come,
To the crimes of Christendom.

What were these? Let Afric's sandsOcean's depths-West Indian strands—

In the day of wrath declare :

Oh! the mercy that they were,

For they are not—cannot be;

Life again is Liberty;

And the Negro's only bands

Love-knit hearts and love-link'd hands.

So the plague of Slavery cease!

So return primeval peace!

While the ransomed tribes record

All the goodness of the Lord!

JAMES MONTGOMERY.

For August 1, 1834.

THE NEGRO MOTHER TO HER CHILD.

AWAKE my loved sleeper! and pour the warm prayer,
Implore the Almighty Jehovah to bless

The bold sons of FREEDOM, who nobly could spare
A thought for the Slave in his home of distress.

Poor child of oppression! no more thine awaking
Shall renew the past scenes of affliction and sorrow;
The Sun in his glory-the Eastern clouds breaking,
Shall hail thee a blest son of FREEDOM to-morrow.

No more shall the voice which my heart loves to hear,
Be raised in complaint, repining, and sadness;
And the

eye that was downcast with anguish and fear Shalt thou now lift to Heaven with the beaming of

gladness.

Exult my loved child! let the hymn of devotion

Be offered to God, who our groaning has heard ; And next in thy praise be the Queen of the Ocean, Who this measure of justice at length has conferred.

Now raised to the rank of a Christian and brother,
The scourge of the tyrant remembered no more;
Oh join with thy grateful and now happy mother
The Name of thy Saviour and Lord to adore.

May the Book of His Word be the bond to unite us
To those who bestowed, "without money or price,"
Who heed not the skin, but now frankly invite us
To seek for ourselves a bright home in the skies.

7th Mo. 31st, 1834.

L.

THE DAY OF FREEDOM.

O welcome, welcome Liberty !
I'll twine my simple wreath for thee,

To bloom on Freedom's Land:

For though thy cause I feebly sing,
This heart would breathe its offering

To join that grateful band,

Who now rejoice, and hail the day
When dire oppression's servile sway
And fetters bind no more;

When Liberty and Mercy smile,
And gladness o'er Britannia's isle

Resounds from shore to shore.

I join with willing heart and hand,
Thanks to our God, at whose command

Are stilled the winds and waves ;
And whose protecting power and care
E'en Afric's sable sons shall share-

Heaven never made them Slaves!

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