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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117481" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Enfranchised Slaves to Their Benefactress</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117481" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Oh, blessings on thee, lady! we could lie<br>Down at thy feet, in our deep gratitude,<br>And give ourselves to die,<br>So thou could'st be made happier by our blood;<br>Yet life has never seem'd so dear as now,<br>That we may lift a free, unbranded brow.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117481" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In the deep silence of the starry night,<br>Our lips shall call down blessings on thy head;<br>And the first gush of light,<br>That in its splendour o'er the world is spread,<br>Shall view us bow'd in prayer, that life may be<br>A calm and sunny day of joy for thee.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117481" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Free! free!—how glorious 't is to lift an eye,<br>Unblenching beneath infamy and shame,<br>To the blue boundless sky,<br>And feel each moment from our hearts, the tame<br>Dull pulses of our vileness pass away,<br>Like sluggish mists before the rising day.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117481" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And then our infants! we shall never see<br>Their young limbs cheapen'd at the public mart,<br>Or shrink in agony,<br>To view them writhe beneath the cruel smart<br>Of the rude lash;—they ne'er like us shall know<br>The slave's dark lot of wretchedness and woe.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117481" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">For this we bless thee, lady! and may Heaven<br>Pour down its frequent blessings on thy brow;<br>And to thy life be given,<br>Oft through its sunset hours, such bliss as now<br>Is swelling round thy heart—scarce less than theirs<br>Who pour for thee their deep and grateful prayers.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Elizabeth+Margaret+Chandler">Elizabeth Margaret Chandler</a></strong> from <em><a href="http://sources.citatepedia.com/from.php?a=Elizabeth+Margaret+Chandler&d=Poetical+Works">Poetical Works</a></em></div>

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