O PITY THE SLAVE MOTHER -- Slavery Song

O PITY THE SLAVE MOTHER -- Slavery Song

Words from the Liberator. Air, Araby's Daughter.


Music

I pity the slave mother, careworn and weary,
Who sighs as she presses her babe to her breast;
I lament her sad fate, all so hopeless and dreary,
I lament for her woes, and her wrongs unredressed.
O who can imagine her heart's deep emotion,
As she thinks of her children about to be sold;
You may picture the bounds of the rock-girdled ocean,
But the grief of that mother can never be known.

Slave Mother and Daughter on the Auction Block in the Us South




Slave Mother and Daughter on the Auction Block in the Us South


Buy This Allposters.com



The mildew of slavery has blighted each blossom,
That ever has bloomed in her pathway below;
It has froze every fountain that gushed in her bosom,
And chilled her heart's verdure with pitiless woe:
Her parents, her kindred, all crushed by oppression;
Her husband still doomed in its desert to stay;
No arm to protect from the tyrant's aggression--
She must weep as she treads on her desolate way.

O, slave-mother, hope! see--the nation is shaking!
The arm of the Lord is awake to thy wrong!
The slave-holder's heart now with terror is quaking
Salvation and Mercy to Heaven belong!
Rejoice, O rejoice! for the child thou art rearing,
May one day lift up its unmanacled form,
While hope, to thy heart, like the rain-bow so cheering,
Is born, like the rain-bow, 'mid tempest and storm.

Top of O PITY THE SLAVE MOTHER -- Slavery Song

Click here to post comments

Join in and write your own page! It's easy to do. How? Simply click here to return to Slavery Songs.