Prejudice Reproved.

To me he gave a form

Of fairer, whiter clay,—

But am I, therefore, in his sight,
Respected more than they?-

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No. 'Tis the hue of deeds and thoughts
He traces in his book,-

'Tis the complexion of the heart,

On which he deigns to look.

Not by the tinted cheek,

That fades away so fast,

Brothers and sisters! who with joy
Meet round the social hearth,
And talk of home and happy days,
And laugh in careless mirth ;-

Remember too the poor young slave
Who never felt your joy ;
Who early old, has never known
The bliss to be a boy.

Ye Christians! ministers of him
Who came to make men free,
When at the Almighty Maker's throne
You bend the suppliant knee;-

From the deep fountains of your soul
Then let your prayers ascend,
For the poor slave, who hardly knows
That God is still his friend.

Let all who know that God is just,

That Jesus came to save, Unite in the most holy cause Of the forsaken slave.

The Fraternity of Man.

But by the color of the soul,

We shall be judged at last.

And God, the Judge, will look at me
With anger in His eyes,

If I, my brother's darker brow
Should ever dare despise.

The Fraternity of Man.

LXXXI.

HARRIET MARTINEAU.

ALL men are equal in their birth,
Heirs of the earth and skies;

All men are equal when that earth .
Fades from their dying eyes.

All wait alike on him whose power
Upholds the life he gave ;

The sage within his star-lit tower,
The savage in his cave.

God meets the throngs who

pay

their vows

In courts their hands have made,

And hears the worshipper who bows
Beneath the plantain shade.

Faneuil Hall.

'T is man alone who difference sees,
And speaks of high and low;

And worships those and tramples these,
While the same path they go.

O! let man hasten to restore

To all their rights of love:

In

power

and wealth exult no more;

In wisdom lowly move.

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Ye great! renounce your earth-born pride,

Ye low! your shame and fear:

Live, as ye worship, side by side;

Your common claims revere.

Faneuil Hall.

LXXXII.

LUCIUS MANLIUS SARGENT.

HERE freedom's life-cry taught the brave,
Our belted fathers, to be free.

To thee O Lord, the child they gave;

Thine was their cause, their trust in thee.

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Faneuil Hall.

Immortal guides! we hear them still:

Their watchword still, Be free, be free!'
God of eternal truth, we will!

Our cause is thine, our trust in thee.

Before thy throne we boast the name
Of freemen :-God, thy frown is just.
Immortals, break your bonds of shame!
Arise, inebriates, from the dust!

Slavery and death the cup contains ;
Dash to the earth the poisoned bowl!
Softer than silk are iron chains,
Compared with those that chafe the soul.

Hosannas, Lord, to thee we sing,
Whose power the giant fiend obeys,
What countless thousands tribute bring,
For happier homes and brighter days!

Thou wilt not break the bruised reed,
Nor leave the broken heart unbound:
The wife regains a husband freed!
The orphan clasps a father found!

Spare, Lord, the thoughtless, guide the blind,
Till man no more shall deem it just

To live, by forging chains to bind

His weaker brother in the dust.

Sympathy and Faith.

With nature's draught your goblets fill,
And pledge the world that ye are free!
God of eternal truth we will!

Our cause is thine, our trust in thee! *

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Sympathy and Faith.

LXXXIII.

Hark! I hear the voice of anguish,
In my own, my native land;
Brethren doomed in chains to languish,
Lift to heaven the fettered hand,
And despairing,

Death to end their grief demand.

* Are ye so poor

Of soul, my countrymen, that ye can draw
Strength from no deeper source than that which sends
The red blood mantling through the joyous veins,
And gives the fleet step wings? Why, how have age
And sensitive womanhood e'er now endured
Through pangs of searching fire, in some proud cause,
Blessing that agony ?-Think ye the power
Which bore them nobly up, as if to teach
The torturer where eternal heaven had set
Bounds to his sway, was earthly, of this earth,
This dull mortality? Nay I say! the soul
Hath that within it, kindling through the dust,
That from all time hath made high deeds its voice
And token to the nations!
Felicia Hemans.