432 THE HILL OF FREEDOM. 



" Be patient then Children of Afric ! your sun 

 *' Hath his glorious career o'er the mountains begun;— 

 *' You, my Children of Britain will never for- 

 sake ; — 

 " For You, they will efforts incessantly make ! 

 ** Ye days of bright promise, O hasten ! O speed ! 

 " When Knowledge shall make all, at length, free 

 indeed." 

 She ceas'd for a moment; then turn*d unto those 

 Whom the Africans deem, at once, masters and 



FOES. 



"You, who hold in your hands all the issues of life — 

 " Of the Negro— his children — son — daughter, and 



wife ; 

 " Who transfer, when you please, be they blind, be 



' they lame, 

 ** Their persons for gold unto whom you may name ; 

 " You, whose ships float along on the tide of success ; 

 *' You, whom POWER enables to curse or to bless ; — 

 ** Oh fail not in duty's imperious commands ; 

 " Be a blessing to those whom you have in your hands ; 

 " Smooth the pillow of age — and to youth be e'er 



kind — 

 " And thus lead, not administer /orce to, the mind. 

 " Consult too the feelings, — affections,— nay, pride ; 

 *' Nor mother from daughter, son, father, divide ; 

 ** Nor wife from the husband, nor friend from the 



friend ; 

 " And thus o'er your Slaves benign influence extend. 



