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Last night I saw the sunset melt through my prison bars,
stars, In the coldness and the darkness all through the long night
time, My grated window whitened with autumn's early rime. Alone in that dark sorrow, hour after hour crept by ; Star after star looked palely in, and sank adown the sky; No sound amid night's stillness, save that which seemed to be The dull and heavy beating of the pulses of the sea.
All night I sate unsleeping, for I knew that on the morrow
shame; And the low voice of the Tempter like whispers to me came :
Why sitst thou thus forlornly ?” the wicked murmur said, Damp walls thy bower of beauty, cold earth thy maiden bed ?
“ Where be the smiling faces and voices soft and sweet Seen in thy father's dwelling, heard in the pleasant street? Where be the youths, whose glances the summer Sabbath
through Turned tenderly and timidly unto thy father's pew? Why sitst thou here, Cassandra ? Bethink thee with what
mirth Thy happy schoolmates gather around the warm bright hearth ; How the crimson shadows tremble, on foreheads white and fair, On eyes of merry girlhood half hid in golden hair. “ Not for thee the hearth-fire brightens, not for thee kind words
are spoken; Not for thee the nuts of Wenham Woods by laughing boys are
" weak deluded maiden! by crazy fancies led,
Slow broke the grey cold morning, again the sunshine fell
We paused at length where at my feet the sunlit waters broke On glaring reach of shining beach, and shingly wall of rock ; The merchants' ships lay idly there in hard clear lines on high Tracing with rope and slender spar their network on the sky.
And there were ancient citizens, cloak-wrapped and grave and
cold, And grim and stout sea-captains, with faces bronzed and old, And on his horse with Rawson, his cruel clerk at hand, Sate dark and haughty Endicott, the ruler of the land.
But grey heads shook, and young brows kuit, the while the
Then to the stout sea-captains the sheriff turning said :
hold her at a higher price than Indian girl or Moor."
Grim and silent stood the captains; and when again he cried, “Speak out, my worthy seamen !" no voice or sign replied ; But I felt a hard hand press my own, and kind words met my
ear ; “God bless thee, and preserve thee, my gentle girl and dear !"
A weight seemed lifted off my heart—a pitying friend was nigh,
“ Pile my ship with bars of silver-pack with coins of Spanish
gold From keelpiece up to deck-plank, the roomage of her hold, By the living God who made me! I would sooner in yon bay Sink ship and crew and cargo than bear this child away !"
“ Well answered, worthy captain ; shame on their cruel laws!” Ran through the crowd in murmurs loud the people's just
applause. “ Like the herdsman of Tekoa in Israel of old Shall we see the poor and righteous again for silver sold ?”
I looked on haughty Endicott; with weapon half-way drawn,
Hard after them the sheriff looked in bitterness of soul,
ment roll ; “Good friends," he said, "since both have fled, the ruler and the
priest, Judge ye if from their further work I be not well released.”
Loud was the cheer, which, full and clear, swept round the silent
bay, As with kind words and kinder looks he bade me go my way ; For He who turns the courses of the streamlet of the glen And the river of great waters, had turned the hearts of men.
Oh, at that hour the very earth seemed changed beneath my
eye, A holier wonder round me rose, the blue walls of the sky, A lovelier light on rock and hill and stream and woodland lay, And softer lapsed on sunnier sands the waters of the bay.
Thanksgiving to the Lord of life ! to Him all praises be,
I add 'the opening stanzas of an equally powerful and eloquent poem, with the few lines of explanation prefixed by the author.
MASSACHUSETTS TO VIRGINIA.
Written on reading an account of the proceedings of the citizens of Norfolk (Virginia) in reference to George Latimer, the alleged fugitive slave, the result of whose case in Massachusetts will probably be similar to that of the negro, Somerset, in England, in 1772.
The blast from Freedom's northern hills upon its southern way
No trains of deep-mouthed cannon along our highways go-
We hear thy threats, Virginia! thy stormy words and high,
storms; Free as the winds they drive before, rough as the waves they
roam, They laugh to scorn the slaver's threat against their rocky home.
What means the Old Dominion ? Hath she forgot the day.