The Roving editor: or, Talks with slaves in the Southern States. By James Redpath.
With the strong arm and giant grasp, 'tis wrong
To crush the feeble, unresisting throng.
Who pities not the fallen, let him fear,
Lest, if he fall, no friendly hand be near:
Who sows ill actions and of blessing dreams,
Fosters vain phantasies and idly schemes.
Unstop thy ears! thy people's wants relieve!
If not, a day shall come when all their rights receive.