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A SABBATH MORNING EXERCISE
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A SABBATH MORNING EXERCISE
Preparatory to going to Church.
Behold that wretch with haggard look,
With bloated face and swollen eyes,
His raging brow, his curling lip,
Would almost cause one's hair to rise.
With bloated face and swollen eyes,
His raging brow, his curling lip,
Would almost cause one's hair to rise.
See by his side a cowhide hangs;
He grasps a club and bowieknife—
In meditation see him stand
As though intent on human life.
He grasps a club and bowieknife—
In meditation see him stand
As though intent on human life.
His eyes with vengeance seem to flash;
Loud oaths escape in every breath;
He hungers now for human flesh,
He'll soon commit the deed of death.
Loud oaths escape in every breath;
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He'll soon commit the deed of death.
Hark! now I think I hear him speak
With lifted hand and language brave,
I'll go to hell if I don't break
The neck of that rebellious slave.
With lifted hand and language brave,
I'll go to hell if I don't break
The neck of that rebellious slave.
The cabin he at length has reached,
He enters quick, and slams the door,
And Oh! what wild terrific shrieks!
Such cries I never heard before.
He enters quick, and slams the door,
And Oh! what wild terrific shrieks!
Such cries I never heard before.
Now muttering to himself he comes
“Ive gratified my aching heart,
I've sent one rebel nigger home,
There to receive his just desserts.
“Ive gratified my aching heart,
I've sent one rebel nigger home,
There to receive his just desserts.
Poor faithful slave what has he done
To have his skull in pieces broke?
Naught but the dangerous risk to run,
To attempt to break the slavish yoke.
To have his skull in pieces broke?
Naught but the dangerous risk to run,
To attempt to break the slavish yoke.
But hasten on! he goes again,
To perpetrate some dreadful deed,
His haughty spirit seems inflamed
As quick he mounts the prancing steed.
To perpetrate some dreadful deed,
His haughty spirit seems inflamed
As quick he mounts the prancing steed.
Hark now? o'er hill and dale resounds
The bugle's piercing notes to tell
The fugitive, that greedy hounds
Will shortly bey her funeral knell.
The bugle's piercing notes to tell
The fugitive, that greedy hounds
Will shortly bey her funeral knell.
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Away they bolt, on track of what?
A bounding stag? I fancy not
For what do they so fiercely
A human being is the prey
A bounding stag? I fancy not
For what do they so fiercely
A human being is the prey
O'er cotton fields and sugar farms
In hot pursuit he winds his way,
Sworn by his God, and his right arm
To bring her back without delay.
In hot pursuit he winds his way,
Sworn by his God, and his right arm
To bring her back without delay.
And now the victim he has found
A mangled body, nearly dead;
No friend is there to dress the wound,
No one to bathe her aching head.
A mangled body, nearly dead;
No friend is there to dress the wound,
No one to bathe her aching head.
Her dying bed is tangled grass,
Her pillow is a rugged stone;
In misery here she breathes her last,
Far, far away from friends, alone.
Her pillow is a rugged stone;
In misery here she breathes her last,
Far, far away from friends, alone.
The savage wretch sheds not a tear,
He leaves her lying on the ground,
And hastens home God's word to hear,
And feigns to weep beneath the sound.
He leaves her lying on the ground,
And hastens home God's word to hear,
And feigns to weep beneath the sound.
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