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