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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117613" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To the Ladies' Free Produce Society</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117613" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Your gathering day! and I am not,<br>As erst, amid you set;<br>But even from this distant spot,<br>My thoughts are with you yet,<br>As freshly as in hours forgot,<br>When I was with you met.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117613" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">His blessing on your high career!<br>Go, press unwearied on,<br>From month to month, from year to year,<br>Till when your task is done,<br>The franchised negro's grateful tear</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117613" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Oh faint you not, ye gathered band!<br>Although your way be long,<br>And they who ranged against you stand,<br>Are numberless and strong;<br>While you but bear a feeble hand,<br>Unused to cope with wrong.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117613" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Upon your injured brother look,<br>And nerve ye with the sight!<br>Could you the good, the gentle, brook<br>To wear your days in light,<br>Regardless that by sorrow struck,<br>He pines in rayless night?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117613" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Oh surely 't is a blessed fate,<br>A lot like that ye bear—<br>To bid the crush'd and desolate,<br>Not yield them to despair,<br>For even amidst their low estate,<br>Some hearts their sufferings share.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117613" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And never your high task forget,<br>Till they are chainless—free!<br>Alas! that ye should be so met,<br>And I not with you be;<br>Yet sometimes when you thus are set,<br>One heart may turn to me.<br>Proclaims your victory won.</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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