As your eager eyes peruse These pages over and again, These verses sent me by the muse I'd have you know that not in vain, You wrote those sincere words of praise Of me who sprang from humble birth, Sprang from a race down trod and low, Cursed, abused, despised of earth. A pleasant fact it is to know (Though now it's not Anti-slavery days) That that same principle possessed By Sumner, Phillips, Whittier, Stowe Vibrates within your noble breast, Which fortune cannot overthrow, Which ridicule cannot remove. A heart more generous than your own To fredom and to human kind The flight of years have never known, Have never, never dared to find. @3Live long your principles to prove.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROBERT OF LINCOLN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT ON AN INVITATION TO THE UNITED STATES by THOMAS HARDY ON MY FIRST DAUGHTER by BEN JONSON THE SWORD by ABU BAKR OF MARRAKESH SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 7. THEY MEET AGAIN by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS BOTHWELL: PART 1 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN I'M DYING, COMRADE by MARY H. C. BOOTH |