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 In agony close to her bosom she press'd The life of her heart, the child of her breast:— Oh ! love from its tenderness gathering might, Had strengthen'd her soul for the dangers of flight.

But she's free ! —yes, free from the land where the slave From the hand of oppression must rest in the grave; Where bondage and torture, where scourges and chains Have plac'd on our banner indelible stains.

The bloodhounds have miss'd the scent of her way; The hunter is rifled and foil'd of his prey; Fierce jargon and cursing, with clanking of chains, Make sounds of strange discord on Liberty's plains.

With the rapture of love and fulness of bliss, She plac'd on his brow a mother's fond kiss:— Oh! poverty, danger and death she can brave, For the child of her love is no longer a slave!

! Ethiopia yet shall stretch
 * Her bleeding hands abroad;

Her cry of agony shall reach
 * The burning throne of God.