<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117392" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Slave-Ship</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Slave-ship was winding her course o'er the ocean,<br>The winds and the waters had sunk into rest;<br>All hush'd was the whirl of the tempest's commotion,<br>That late had awaken'd the sailor's devotion,<br>When terror had kindled remorse in his breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And onward she rode, though by curses attended,<br>Though heavy with guilt was the freight that she bore,<br>Though with shrieks of despair was the midnight air rended,<br>And ceaseless the groans of the wretches ascended,<br>That from friends and from country forever she tore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the deck, with his head on his fetter'd hand rested,<br>He who once was a chief and a warrior stood;<br>One moment he gain'd, by his foes unmolested,<br>To think o'er his woes, and the fate he detested,<br>Till madness was firing his brain and his blood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Oh, never!” he murmur'd in anguish, “no, never!<br>These limbs shall be bent to the menial's toil!<br>They have reft us, my bride—but they shall not forever<br>Your chief from his home and his country dissever—<br>No! never will I be the conqueror's spoil</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Say! long didst thou wait for my coming, my mother?<br>Did ye bend o'er the desert, my sister, your eye?<br>And weep at the lengthen'd delay of your brother,<br>As each slow passing moment was chased by another,<br>And still he appear'd not a tear-drop to dry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“But ye shall—yes, again ye shall fondly embrace me!<br>We will meet my young bride in the land of the blest:<br>Death, death once again in my country shall place me,<br>One bound shall forever from fetters release me!”<br>He burst them, and sunk in the ocean's dark breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elizabeth+Margaret+Chandler">Elizabeth Margaret Chandler</a> from <i>Poetical Works</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117392" data-title="The Slave-Ship de Elizabeth Margaret Chandler" data-description="The Slave-ship was winding her course o'er the ocean,/The winds and the waters had sunk into rest;/All hush'd was the whirl of the tempest's commotion,/That late had awaken'd the sailor's devotion,/When terror had kindled remorse in his breast./An..."></div> </div> </div>

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