The Wrongs of Africa: A Tribute to the Anti-slavery CauseGlasgow Ladies' Emancipation Society, 1838 - 31 من الصفحات |
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Abolition of Slavery ANTI-SLAVERY CAUSE bade behalf beneath bind birth-right bleeding Slave Blessed blood bondage bosom breast breath Britain British burst the Negro's cause of human Child is gone Christian circulation Committee Cork Darlington Ladies dear Sisters Death delusion did'st Emancipation Society FEARLESS feel assured fellow-subjects fetters forgot free-born Freedom's friends galling GEORGE THOMPSON give Glad Glasgow Ladies grave hands happy Shores hath hear hearts Heaven holy injured Negro free Ireland iron chain Jesus Christ labouring Massa Missee Mothers MURDERED SLAVE nation neighbourhood o'er oppressed Oppressor panoply pecuniary aid pity pray Prison proud public mind Saviour Scourges Set the injured sigh sink SLAVE-SHIP slumber Sons of Liberty stain succour sunny sympathies tale of woe tell thee Thine Thou Throne tion toils tongues tortured TRIBUTE Trod Truth Tuckey Universal Abolition voice wave WEST INDIES WOMAN'S WRONGS OF AFRICA YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY
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الصفحة 12 - Let the sighing of the prisoner come before thee ; according to the greatness of thy power preserve thou those that are appointed to die ; 12 And render unto our neighbours sevenfold into their bosom their reproach, wherewith they have reproached thee, O Lord.
الصفحة 26 - Not for stern ambition's prize, Do our hopes and wishes rise ; Lo, our leader from the skies, Bids us do or die. Ours is not the tented field— We no earthly weapons wield — Light and love, our sword and shield, Truth our panoply.
الصفحة 23 - He died beneath the lash : his mortal frame Could bear no more ; and Death in mercy came. Patient and calm, his spirit passed away, And now his body sleeps beneath the clay. His toils are over, and his weary breast Has found — what man in life denied him — rest. Poor slumbering dust ! is there that passes by And yields thy death the tribute of a sigh ? The tyrant tramples on thy lowly grave — 'Tis but the ashes of a murdered slave! And...
الصفحة 20 - West a voice of woe, The wild Atlantic in its flow, Bears on its breast the murmur low, " My Child is gone. " Like savage Tigers o'er their prey, They tore him from my heart away, And now I cry by night — by day — My Child is gone.
الصفحة 12 - Trilling ear attend ; Thou, who never did'st deny Pity to the mourner's cry, Hear the Prayer -we send to Thee, Set the injured Negro free. Man — a broken reed at best, Wounds the hands that on him rest : Human Power, — 'tis empty fame ; He who trusts it — trusts a name : Thou, who did'st for sin atone, All unaided and alone, Lo! in faith we turn to thee, Set the injured Negro free.
الصفحة 21 - And when I seek my cot at night, There's not a thing that meets my sight, But tells me that my soul's delight, My child, is gone ! I sink to sleep, and then I seem To hear again his parting scream I start and wake — 'tis but a dream — My child t'* gone ! Gone — till my toils and griefs are o'er, And t shall reach that happy shore, Where negro mothers cry no more— My child is gone...
الصفحة 23 - But Jesus looked upon the scene of Death, And marked the Negro's last expiring breath; Sustained that breath to speak a parting word, An humble witness for his Gracious Lord: And bade him, like the dying Prince of Heaven, Pray that his Murderers might be forgiven ! The gloomy Vale he passed, — the pang was o'er, — He felt the lash of Slavery no more, — He dropped his quivering flesh upon the sod, And flew to meet his Saviour and his God. They dug his burial-place, — and cast within THE BLEEDING...
الصفحة 24 - Their hearts, and think that white men only feel ! But Jesus looked upon the scene of death, And marked the negro's last expiring breath ; Sustained that breath to speak a parting word, An humble witness for his gracious Lord, And bade him, like the dying Prince of Heaven, . Pray that his murderers might be forgiven ! The gloomy vale he passed — the pang was o'er—- He felt the lash of slavery no more : He dropped his quivering flesh upon the sod, And flew to meet his Saviour and his God.
الصفحة 14 - Where is the Pow'r, that led thy seed From Egypt's blighted plains, Their limbs from cruel bondage freed, Their souls from direr chains 1 3 Where is the Mighty Arm, that clave The waters of the sea...
الصفحة 31 - Let us not then fear the voice of ridicule or censure, but follow the dictates of those sympathies which the God of nature hath implanted in our bosoms ; defend the defenceless, succour the oppressed ; plead the cause of the innocent ; manifest our allegiance to Him, the distinctive badge of whose disciples is love — love to the whole human family ; and prove that we joyfully exchange the admiration of the world for the blessing of the perishing.