The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 3.
John Greenleaf Whittier, Ed.

Who comes in his pride to that low cottage-door,
The haughty and rich to the humble and poor?
Tis the great Southern planter, the master who waves
His whip of dominion o'er hundreds of slaves.

“Nay, Ellen, for shame! Let those Yankee fools spin,
Who would pass for our slaves with a change of their skin;
Let them toil as they will at the loom or the wheel,
Too stupid for shame, and too vulgar to feel!

But thou art too lovely and precious a gem
To be bound to their burdens and sullied by them;
For shame, Ellen, shame, cast thy bondage aside,
And away to the South, as my blessing and pride.

Oh, come where no winter thy footsteps can wrong,
But where flowers are blossoming all the year long,
Where the shade of the palm-tree is over my home,
And the lemon and orange are white in their bloom!

Oh, come to my home, where my servants shall all
Depart at thy bidding and come at thy call;