<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345732" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>O, Pity The Slave Mother</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I pity the slave mother, careworn and weary,<br>Who sighs as she presses her babe to her breast;<br>I lament her sad fate, all so hopeless and dreary,<br>I lament for her woes, and her wrongs unredressed.<br>O who can imagine her heart's deep emotion,<br>As she thinks of her children about to be sold;<br>You may picture the bounds of the rock-girdled ocean,<br>But the grief of that mother can never be known.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mildew of slavery has blighted each blossom,<br>That ever has bloomed in her path-way below;<br>It has froze every fountain that gushed in her bosom,<br>And chilled her heart's verdure with pitiless woe;<br>Her parents, her kindred, all crushed by oppression;<br>Her husband still doomed in its desert to stay;<br>No arm to protect from the tyrant's aggression-<br>She must weep as she treads on her desolate way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, slave mother, hope! see-the nation is shaking!<br>The arm of the Lord is awake to thy wrong!<br>The slave-holder's heart now with terror is quaking,<br>Salvation and Mercy to Heaven belong!<br>Rejoice, O rejoice! for the child thou art rearing,<br>May one day lift up its unmanacled form,<br>While hope, to thy heart, like the rain-bow so cheering,<br>Is born, like the rain-bow, 'mid tempest and storm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Americas">Anonymous Americas</a><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=345732" data-title="O, Pity The Slave Mother de Anonymous Americas" data-description="I pity the slave mother, careworn and weary, Who sighs as she presses her babe to her breast; I lament her sad fate, all so hopeless and dreary, I lament for her woes, and her wrongs unredressed. O who can imagine her heart's deep emotion, As she ..."></div> </div> </div>

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