<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345812" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Slave-Auction--A Fact</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why stands she near the auction stand,<br>That girl so young and fair;<br>What brings her to this dismal place,<br>Why stands she weeping there?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why does she raise that bitter cry?<br>Why hangs her head with shame,<br>As now the auctioneer's rough voice,<br>So rudely calls her name?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But see! she grasps a manly hand,<br>And in a voice so low,<br>As scarcely to be heard, she says,<br>'My brother, must I go?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A moment's pause: then midst a wail<br>Of agonizing woe,<br>His answer falls upon the ear,<br>'Yes, sister, you must go!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'No longer can my arm defend,<br>No longer can I save<br>My sister from the horrid fate<br>That waits her as a SLAVE!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! now I know why she is there,<br>She came there to be sold!<br>That lovely form, that noble mind,<br>Must be exchanged for gold!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O God! my every heart-string cries,<br>Dost thou these scenes behold<br>In this our boasted Christian land,<br>And must the truth be told?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blush, Christian, blush! for e'en the dark<br>Untutored heathen see<br>Thy inconsistency, and lo!<br>They scorn thy God, and thee!</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=345812" data-title="The Slave-Auction--A Fact de Anonymous Americas" data-description="Why stands she near the auction stand, That girl so young and fair; What brings her to this dismal place, Why stands she weeping there? Why does she raise that bitter cry? Why hangs her head with shame, As now the auctioneer's rough voice, So rud..."></div> </div> </div>

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