3 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 To Those I love (Poem) Description An account of the resource Oh, turn ye not displeased away, though I should sometimes seem Too much to press upon your ear, an oft- repeated theme ; The story of the negro's wrongs is heavy at my heart. And can I choose but wish from you a sympathizing part ? I turn to you to share my joy, — to soothe me in my grief — In wayward sadness from your. smiles, I seek a sweet relief: And shall I keep this burning wish to see the slave set free, Lock'd darkly in my secret heart, unshared and silently? I cannot know that all the chords, which give their magic tone Like Memnon's harp, in music out, 'neath sunshine smiles alone. Are torn by savage hands away from woman's bleeding breast. And with their sweetness on my soul, my feelings keep repress'd! If I had been a friendless thing — if I had never known. How swell the fountains of the heart beneath affection's tone, I might have, careless, seen the leaf torn rudely from its stem, But clinging as I do to you, can I but feel for them ? I could not brook to list the sad sweet music of a bird. Though it were sweeter melody than ever ear hath heard, If cruel hands had quench'd its light, that in the plaintive song. It might the breathing memory of other days prolong. And can I give my lip to taste the life-bought luxuries, wrung From those on whom a darker night of anguish has been flung — Or silently and selfishly enjoy my better lot. While those whom God hath bade me love, are wretched and forgot ? Oh no ! — so blame me not, sweet friends, though I should some- times seem Too much to press upon your ear an oft-repeated theme ; The story of the negro's wrongs hath won me from my rest, — And I must strive to wake for him an interest in your breast ! 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 Oh Press Me Not To Taste Again (Poem) Description An account of the resource Oh press me not to taste again Of those luxurious banquet sweets! Or hide from view the dark red stain, That still my shuddering vision meets. Away! 't is loathsome! bear me hence! I cannot feed on human sighs, Or feast with sweets my palate's sense, While blood is ‘neath the fair disguise. No, never let me taste again Of aught beside the coarsest fare, Far rather, than my conscience stain, With the polluted luxuries 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, the Genius of Universal Emancipation, the Liberator, 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 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 Lo, a wail of hopeless sorrow (Poem) Description An account of the resource "When the news of the reduction of the sugar duties, by the British Parliament, reached Havanna, the city was illuminated; the price of slaves rose twenty five percent; and twelve slavers were about to be fitted for the coast of Africa for slaves."  Letter from a friend Lo, a wail of hopeless sorrow Comes from Cuba's arid plains, And the broad Brazilian valleys Where Oppression proudly reigns, And his fiery demons scatter Pestilence with lavish hand Like the plagues that swept in fury Over Egypt's guilty land! 'Tis the wretched slave despairing That his day of hope is o'er, While a cry responsive rises Over Afric's golden shore. Mingled with that wail of anguish Comes the sound of joy and mirth, Like the mountain torrent breaking From its darksome cavern forth. Hark! it is the haughty Spaniard's  And the glad Brazilian's shout, 'Mid the Universal wailing Of the bondman, bursting out. What can mean this strange confusion? Are the fires of Freedom dead, And the clouds of endless slavery Black o'er hill and mountain head? Are the foes of despotism Driven from the battle-field? Has the friend of Afric, fleeing, Vilely cast away his shield? Where is Liberty's fair Goddess? Has she turned to take her flight? Or the sun of Freedom, setting, Left the world in Slavery's night? That the broken hearted bondman Pours afresh his sorrow forth, While his iron-hearted master Revels in indecent mirth! Creole thieves--Brazilin tyrants Rob the Negro of his toil-- England's silver buys the plunder English freemen share the spoil. England, slavery-hating England, On oppression's dainties feeds -- 'Tis for this the slaver gladdens, And anew the captive bleeds! Pause a moment, ye who revel O'er the toil of weeping slaves, Tell me who has sent those slaveships O'er the broad Atlantic's waves? Lo in Afric scenes of murder, Robbery and revolting crime, Horrid deeds that stand unrivalled In the chronicles of Time! Mark yon conflagrating village-- Hear those shrieks of wild despair -- Pause and tell me -- are ye guiltless? Who has sent those slaveships there? Foes to slavery, who have nobly All its thousand wiles withstood, Friends to Freedom, the world over, Will ye buy the price of blood! Hear ye not the voice of Clarkson Speaking from the silent grave, "Will YE aid in plundering Afric! Will YE help to rob the slave!" Heed ye then the solemn warning, Led the robber keep his prey, And with firm and noble purpose, Turn ye from the spoil away. Richmond, Ia., 12the mo. 22d, 1846. R.T.R. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource R.T.R. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived The Non-Slaveholder 2:5, p. 96 Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 5.1847 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 Illumination, or Glorification of Wrong and Outrage (Poem) Description An account of the resource My heart is sick with disappointed hopes, This robber-war has loosen'd all its props, I fondly hoped the public heart and mind Were feeling brotherhood for all mankind, That Christian principles of love and peace Were wide diffused, and that all wars would cease; That these pure principles, opposed to strife, Had set just value on the human life; But the low standard of our public presses, Decks robber-war in patriotic dresses, Shouts "glorious victory" -- with joyful cry -- At wholesale murder of the deepest die! For what was this vile robber-war began, But to make room for trafficking in man, To spread the hateful curse of slavery o'er Wide fertile plains where freedom reigned before? But we can now exult o'er thousands slain, O'er wounded thousands agonized with pain, And o'er desponding hearts of thousands more, Bereft of all that sweetened life before. Can Christians glory in the deep distress, Of brethren in their utter hopelessness? -- In early times, true Christian converts strove To bless mankind through offices of love. If pressed to war, they then could answer right, I am a Christian, therefore cannot fight; The term admits but one interpretation, True love to God, and man in every station. Now Christians, calld, can fight in vilest cause, And for their murders ask the world's applause; Get up illuminations, shout huzzas,  And bid defiance to Christ's holy laws. Your shining lights are but portentous gloom-- A dark foreboding of the times to come, When the dire evils of this murderous war, And robber-slavery must be answered for. Then, all these impious pageantries will cease, These daring insults to the Prince of peace. Ah! when will that bright gospel day break in, When men will cease to glorify their sin? Upper Darby, 4th mo.19th, 1847  G.S. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource G.S. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived The Non-Slaveholder 2:6, pp. 120 Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 6.1847 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 Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. 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 Coercion! Lines suggested on seeing the first number of "The Non-Slaveholder" (Poem) Description An account of the resource Fresh help! fresh champions in the field Of moral bravery, Truth's panoply to wear and wield 'Gainst Slavery! To stand in virtuous freedom bold, The banner with firm hand to hold, A life-time warfare to proclaim, In freedom's name, Against a system foul, inhuman, And to a bloodless battle summon! But hark! as from a bleating flock, Who fear the moral battle shock, I hear the timid cry arise, Of those who mark, with mournful eyes, Truth nailed against the cross by Hate, And, with vague fear of unseen bait, Afriad where ghosts are none, Or seeking worldly loss to shun. Follow afar, with conscience stricken, That Truth, believed, and yet forsaken. Truth's lovers, struck with pallid terror, Join the Ephesian shout of Error, And cry "COERCION!" Evil is odious in their sight, And yet they dread the moral fight,  Some spectre rises to affright And check exertion. Backward they look with reverent gaze On a conquests won in former days, Past triumphs win their ready praise, As "MORAL SUASION!" Their valiant fathers battled well -- Proudly their sons their virtues tell On each occasion. And, oh, had Satan kindly lain, Prostrate and slain, When those good fathers struck the blow As ye strike now, Who could have blamed the fatal thrust, Coercing him to lie in dust, Or feared, (their faith excused from trial, Temptation having taken wing,) To use luxurious self-denial Separate from the unclean thing. Yet list ye to that chorus cry! With ready ear its meaning try! Subject the word to test discreet, As with the mouth ye taste of meat! It stands you much in stead to ken The temper of the assilants' blade, The one they ever brandish, when  Fresh movements for the truth are made! To me, I ween, that cry has grown And old familiar tedious tone, Still ringing, dinging in my ears, Since first I grew to manhood's years, I've known it raised, with craven terror, At every new attack of Error-- And not without this deafening roar, Was gained one inch in righteous war. When chaste and lovely Temperance, first Her "few and feeble" champioins mustered. The sages, at the bottle nursed, Struck with dismay, were sadly flustered,  To the pure love of Truth a stranger, Each saw his gainful craft in danger, And, lacking argument for Evil, Yet bent at moral Truth to cavil, In hope of gain - in pure perversion, They raised this bug-bear shout, "COERCION!" And silly Echo caught the cry, Nor suffers yet the sound to die, Filling with the re-echoing sound, Craniums where brains not much abound,  And hollow hearts where sordid pelf, Or that corroding canker, Self, Upon the vital fluid preys, And every generous impulse stays. Since then I've marked, on each occasion, That called for fearless Moral Suasion, In every stage of every fight Where Error was assailed by Right, COERCION was the favorite shout Employed to put the Truth to rout, And lingering sometimes on the tongue Of truthful ones who loathed the wrong, Good men and true in pure mistake As argument the word would speak. And Truth would always kindly bear The attacked which most obstruc [?] When hearts mistaken, yet sincere, The many join in blind applause, Of plausible insidious Error, And view her forim with honest terror! A. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource A. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived The Non-Slaveholder, reprinted from the American Citizen 2:12, pp. 287-8 Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 12.1847 https://productsoffreelabor.com/files/original/fd5fb0941f3b2cce1468ebdf787acf5e.jpg 6a09b133239b0fd103e335f257efad5d https://productsoffreelabor.com/files/original/8e2b40f34454011d886cda65bef07364.jpg 000701017eb12a5610ecfeb123a8ad40 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 Free Labor (Poem) Subject The topic of the resource Poem Description An account of the resource I wear an easy garment, O’er it no toiling slave Wept tears of hopeless anguish, In his passage to the grave. And from its ample folds Shall rise no cry to God, Upon its warp and woof shall be No stain of tears and blood. Oh, lightly shall it press my form, Unladened with a sigh, I shall not ‘mid its rustling hear, Some sad despairing cry. This fabric is too light to bear The weight of bondsmen’s tears, I shall not in its texture trace The agony of years. Too light to bear a smother’d sigh, From some lorn woman’s heart, Whose only wreath of household love Is rudely torn apart. Then lightly shall it press my form, Unburden’d by a sigh; And from its seams and folds shall rise, No voice to pierce the sky, And witness at the throne of God, In language deep and strong, That I have nerv’d Oppression’s hand, For deeds of guilt and wrong. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Frances Ellen Watkins Harper