2 10 26 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Poetry Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Dream of Summer (Poem) Description An account of the resource Bland as the morning breath of June The southwest breezes play; And, through its haze, the winter noon Seems warm as summer's day. The snow plumed Angel of the North Has dropped his icy spear; Again the mossy earth looks forth, Again the streams gush clear. The fox his hill-side cell forsakes, The muskrat leaves his nook, The bluebird in the meadow brakes Is singing with the brook. "Bear up, oh Mother Nature!" cry Bird, breeze, and streamlet free, "Our winter voices prophecy Of summer days to thee!" So, in those winters of the soul, By bitter blasts and drear O'erswept from Memory's frozen pole, Will sunny days appar. Reviving Hope and Faith, they show The soul its living powers, And how beneath the winter's snow Lie germs of summer flowers! The Night is Mother of the Day, The Winter of the Spring, Ever upon old Decay The greenest mosses cling. Behind the cloud the star-light lurks, Through showers the sunbeams fall For God, who loveth all His works, Has left His Hope with all! Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource John Greenleaf Whittier Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived The Non-Slaveholder 2:2, p. 48 (Reprinted from the National Era) Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1.2.1847 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Poetry Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Gentle Words (Poem) Description An account of the resource We like the following, by C.D. STEWART. Such poems, we believe, exert a beneficial influence. "A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold on beds of silver." A young rose in the summer time Is beautiful to me, And glorious the many stars That glimmer on the sea; But gentle words, and loving hearts, And hands to clasp my own, Are better than the brightest flowers, Or stars that ever shone! The sun may warm the grass to life, The dew the drooping flower, And eyes grow bright and watch the light Of autumn's opening hour-- But words that breathe of tenderness, And smiles we know are true, Are warmer than the summer time, And brighter than the dew. It is not much the world can give, With all its subtle art, And gold or gems are not the things To satisfy the heart. But O, if those who cluster round The altar and the hearth, Have gentle words and loving smiles, How beautiful is earth! Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource C.D. Stewart Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived The Non-Slaveholder 2:1, p. 23 Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1.1.1847 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Poetry Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Reformer (Poem) Description An account of the resource All grim and solid and brown with tan, I saw a Strong One, in his wrath, Smiting the godless shrines of man Along his path. The Church beneath her trembling done Essayed in vain her ghostly charm; Wealth shook within his guilded home With pale alarm. Fraud from his secret chambers fled Before the sunlight bursting in; Sloth drew her pillow o'er her head To drown the din. "Spare," Art implored, "yon holy pile; That grand, old, time-worn turret spare;" Meek Reverence kneeling in the aisle, Cried out "Forbear!" Gray-bearded Use, who, deaf and blind, Groped for his old accustomed stone, Leaned on his staff, and wept, to find His seat o'erthrown. Young Romance raised his dreamy eyes, O'erhung with paly locks of gold, "Why smite," he asked in a sad surprise, "The fair, the old!" Yet louder rang the Strong One's stroke, Yet nearer flash'd his axe's gleam; Shuddering and sick of heart I woke, As from a dream. I looked: aside the dust-cloud rolled-- The Water seemed the Builder too; Upspringing from the ruined Old I saw the New. 'Twas but the ruin of the bad-- The wasting of the wrong and ill; Whate'er of good the old time had Was living still. Calm grew the brows of him I feared; The frown which awed me passed away, And left behind a smile which cheered Like a breaking Day, Green grew the grain on battle-plains, O'er Swarded war-mounds grazed the cow; The slave stood forging from his chains The spade and plow. Where frowned the fort, pavilions gay And cottage windows, flower entwined, Looked out upon the peaceful bay And hills behind. Through vine-wreathed cups with wine once red, The lights on brimming crystal fell, Drawn, sparkling, from the rivulet head And mossy well. Through prison walls, like heaven-sent hope, Fresh breezes blew, and sunbeams strayed; And with the idle gallows-rope The young child played. Where the doomed victim in his cell Had counted o'er the weary hours, Glad school-girls, answering to the bell, Came crowned with flowers. Grown wiser from the lesson given, I fear no longer, for I know That where the share is deepest driven, The best fruits grow. The outworn right, the old abuse, The pious fraud transparent grown, The good held captive in the use Of Wrong alone-- These wait their doom, from that great law Which makes the past time serve to-day; And fresher life the World shall draw From their decay. Oh! backward-looking son of time!-- The new is old, the old is new, The cycle of a change sublime Still sweeping through. So wisely taught the Indian seer: Destroying Seva, forming Brahm, Who wake by turns Earth's love and fear, Are one, the same. As idly as in that old day Thou mournest, did thy sires repine, So, in his time, thy child grown gray, Shall sigh for thine. Yet, not the less for them or thou The eternal step of Progress beats To that great anthem, calm and slow, Which God repeats! Take heart!--the Waster builds again-- A charmed life old goodness hath, The tares may perish--but the grain I not for death. God works in all things; all obey His first propulsion from the night; Ho! wake and watch!--the world is gray With morning light! Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource John Greenleaf Whittier Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived The Non-Slaveholder 2:1, pp. 22-3 Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1.1.1847 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Poetry Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Thankful Child Subject The topic of the resource A poem from the children's abolitionist periodical The Slave's Friend where the child promises to abstain from "sugar or other things that the slaves are compelled to grow." Description An account of the resource I thank the goodness and the grace Which on my birth have smiled, And made me in my early days A happy free-born child. I was not born a little slave To labor in the sun, And wish that I were in the grave, And all my labor done. My God, I thank thee, who hath planned A better lot for me, And placed me in this happy land, Where I may hear of Thee. Now I will show that I am thankful. I will pity the poor slave. I will pray for him. I will save my money to give to the Anti-Slavery Society. I'll try not to eat any sugar or other things that the slaves are compelled to grow. When I see little colored children, I will be kind to them. I will consider them as good as others who behave well. God makes no difference, and I will make none. I will try to feel towards the colored people just as God feels towards them. This will be right. My conscience tells me so. I'll do it. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived The Slave's Friend 1, p. 12 Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1.1.1836 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Poetry Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Epigram (Poem) Description An account of the resource To purify their wine, some people bleed A lamb into the barrel, and succeed; No nostrum, planters say, is half so good To make fine sugar, as a negro's blood. Now lambs and negroes both are harmless things, And hence perhaps this wondrous virtue springs, 'Tis in the blood of innocence alone-- Good cause why planters never try thir own. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource William Cowper Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived The Slave's Friend: 8, p. 20 Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1.1.1836 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Poetry Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Farmer (A Song) Description An account of the resource A farmer's life is the life for me, I own I love it dearly; And every season, full of glee, I take its labors cheerly - To plough or sow, To reap or mow, Or in the barn to thrash, sir, All's one to me, I plainly see 'Twill bring me health and cash, sir. The lawyer leads a harass'd life, Much like that of a hunted otter, And 'tween his own and others' strife, He's always in hot water - For foe or friend, A cause defend, However wrong, must he, sir - In reason's spite, Maintain 'tis right, And dearly earn his fee, sir. The doctor's styled a gentleman, But this I hold but humming; For; like a tavern waiting man, To every call "he's coming" - Now here, now there, Must he repair, Or starve, sir, by denying - Like death himself, Unhappy elf, He lives by others' dying. A farmer's life, then, let me live, Obtaining while I lead it, Enough for self, and some to give To such poor souls as need it. I'll drain and fence, Nor grudge expense, To give my land good dressing - I'll plough and sow, Or drill in row, And hope from heaven a blessing. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource J.J. Barker; Sung at a meeting of the Agricultural Society at New Brunswick Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived The Colored American Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1839.08.31 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Poetry Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource To The Ladies' Free Produce Society (Poem) Description An account of the resource These lines were addressed to the Ladies' *' Free Produce Society, of Philadelphia," a short time previous to one of its stated meetings, after the author had removed from the city. Your gathering day ! and I am not, As erst, amid you set ; But even from this distant spot, My thoughts are with you yet. As freshly as in hours forgot, When I was with you met. His blessing on your high career ! Go, press unwearied on. From month to month, from year to year, Till when your task is done. The franchised negro's grateful tear Proclaims your victory won. Oh faint you not, ye gathered band ! Although your way be long, And they who ranged against you stand, Are numberless and strong ; While you but bear a feeble hand, Unused to cope with wrong. Upon your injured brother look. And nerve ye with the sight ! Could you the good, the gentle, brook To wear your days in light. Regardless that by sorrow struck, He pines in rayless night ? Oh surely 'tis a blessed fate, A lot like that ye bear — To bid the crush'd and desolate. Not yield them to despair. For even amidst their low estate. Some hearts their sufferings share. And never your high task forget, Till they are chainless — free ! Alas ! that ye should be so met, And I not with you be ; Yet sometimes when you thus are set, One heart may turn to me. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Elizabeth Margaret Chandler Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived The poetical works of Elizabeth Margaret Chandler: with a memoir of her life and character Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Lemuel Howell Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1836 https://productsoffreelabor.com/files/original/75f0011d7f85256ffa9ad512580642be.jpeg c50918a7bfa535786ea424ef6dc3afc1 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Poetry Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Slave Produce (Poem) Description An account of the resource Eat ! they are cates for a lady's lip. Rich as the sweets that the wild bees sip ; Mingled viands that nature hath pour'd. From the plenteous stores of her flowing board, Bearing no trace of man's cruelty — save The red life-drops of his human slave. List thee, lady ! and turn aside. With a loathing heart, from the feast of pride ; For, mix'd with the pleasant sweets it bears, Is the hidden curse of scalding tears. Wrung out from woman's bloodshot eye, By the depth of her deadly agony. Look ! they are robes from a foreign loom, Delicate, light, as the rose leaf's bloom ; Stainless and pure in their snowy tint, As the drift unmarked by a footstep's print. Surely such garment should fitting be. For woman's softness and purity. Yet fling them off from thy shrinking limb. For sighs have render'd their brightness dim ; And many a mother's shriek and groan, And many a daughter's burning moan, And many a sob of wild despair. From woman's heart, is lingering there. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Elizabeth Margaret Chandler Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived The poetical works of Elizabeth Margaret Chandler: with a memoir of her life and character Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Lemuel Howell Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1836 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Poetry Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Christmas (Poem) Description An account of the resource Mother, when christmas comes once more, I do not wish that you Should buy sweet things for me again, As you were used to do : The taste of cakes and sugar-plums Is pleasant to me yet, And temptingly the gay shops look, With their fresh stores outset* But I have learn'd, dear mother. That the poor and wretched slave Must toil to win their sweetness. From the cradle to the grave. And when he faints with weariness Beneath the torrid sun. The keen lash urges on his toil. Until the day is done. But when the holy angels' hymn, On Judea's plains afar, Peal'd sweetly on the shepherds' ear, 'Neath Bethlehem's wondrous star, They sung of glory to our God, — "Peace and good will to men," — For Christ, the Saviour of the world, Was born amidst them then. And is it for His glory, men Are made to toil, With weary limbs and breaking hearts, Upon another's soil? That they are taught not of his law, To know his holy will, And that He hates the deed of sin, And loves the righteous still ? And is it peace and love to men, To bind them with the chain, And sell them like the beasts that feed Upon the grassy plain ? To tear their flesh with scourgings rude, And from the aching heart. The ties to which it fondliest clings, For evermore to part ? And 'tis because of all this sin, my mother, That I shun To taste the tempting sweets for which Such wickedness is done. If men to men will be unjust, if slavery must be. Mother, the chain must not be worn ; the scourge be plied for me. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Elizabeth Margaret Chandler Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived The poetical works of Elizabeth Margaret Chandler: with a memoir of her life and character, the Genius of Universal Emancipation, the Liberator Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Lemuel Howell Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1836 https://productsoffreelabor.com/files/original/60d4614f97f6853212c8c6fde4c224e3.jpeg a07ff7dbd74a912558adedbcb4fbf27e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Poetry Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Sugar-Plums. (Poem) Description An account of the resource No, no, pretty sugar-plums ! stay where you are! Though my grandmother sent you to me from so far ; You look very nice, you would taste very sweet. And I love you right well, yet not one will I eat. For the poor slaves have labour'd, far down in the south, To make you so sweet and so nice for my mouth ; But I want no slaves toiling for me in the sun. Driven on with the whip, till the long day is done. Perhaps some poor slave child, that hoed up the ground. Round the cane in whose rich juice your sweetness was found, Was flogg'd, till his mother cried sadly to see, And I 'm sure I want nobody beaten for me. So grandma, I thank you for being so kind. But your present, to-day, is not much to my mind ; Though I love you so dearly, I choose not to eat Even what you have sent me by slavery made sweet. Thus said little Fanny, and skipp'd off to play. Leaving all her nice sugar-plums just where they lay. As merry as if they had gone in her mouth. And she had not cared for the slaves of the south. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Elizabeth Margaret Chandler Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived The poetical works of Elizabeth Margaret Chandler: with a memoir of her life and character The Genius of Universal Emancipation The Liberator The Slave's Friend Juvenile Poems for the Use of Free American Children of Every Complexion Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Lemuel Howell Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1836