The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Margaret Chandler/The Slave's Appeal

The Slave's Appeal
Christian mother! when thy prayer Trembles on the twilight air, And thou askest God to keep, In their waking and their sleep, Those whose love is more to thee Than the wealth of land or sea, Think of those who wildly mourn For the loved ones from them torn!

Christian daughter, sister, wife! Ye who wear a guarded life— Ye, whose bliss hangs not, like mine, On a tyrant's word or sign, Will ye hear, with careless eye, Of the wild despairing cry, Rising up from human hearts, As their latest bliss departs?

Blest ones! whom no hands on earth Dares to wrench from home and hearth, Ye whose hearts are shelter'd well, By affection's holy spell, Oh, forget not those for whom Life is naught but changeless gloom, O'er whose days of cheerless sorrow, Hope may paint no brighter morrow.