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ow I dream! I go to God. He made me. All His children, black and white, Will meet in heaven if pure and true, clad in the eternal Light. I die--God bless you, mistress!'... Sigh, and gasp--then all is o'er! And the lady kneels beside a corpse upon the cabin floor. Her thoughts are busy with the past, with love in falsehood spoken, While her dusky sister's faithful heart had in silent anguish broken. She takes the cold hand in her own: 'Poor Amy, can it be That thou wert of a race accursed, unworthy to be free? Man's falsehood! God! Thy right hand rests upon the dusky brow; Thou starr'st it round with virtues brighter than our boasted snow! I have learned a bitter lesson; to my slave I've been to school; God has humbled me, but chastened; I will keep His Golden Rule. Slaves and chattels! God forgive us! they are men and women--Thine! If Christ may dwell within them, shall I dare to call them _mine_? No woman must be outraged, nor owned by man, if we Would hold _our_ sanctity intact--all women must be free. Sacred from every touch profane, yes, holy things and pure; A wrong to one is wrong to all; we must the weak secure. United we must strike the shame; if known aright our power, Slavery and crime would perish: Sisters, peal their final hour! Mothers, maidens, wives, no longer aid your dusky sisters' shame! Strike for our common womanhood, uphold our spotless fame! Its majesty is in your hands, trail it not in the dust, Nor keep your shrinking slaves as prey for lovers', husbands' lust! All womanhood is holy! it shall not be profaned! Our sanctity is threatened: Men! it shall not thus be stained! Break up your harems! free our slaves! we will not share your shame! O mothers of the living, chaste must be life's sacred flame! Fathers, brothers, sons, and husbands, their chains must be untwined! Touch not the ark where purity in woman's form is shrined! Poor Amy! love has conquered! the veil is raised, I see Sister spirits 'neath the dusky hue; thy people shall go free!' The lady rose with high resolve upon her pale sad face; And moved among the slave girls, the angel of their race. Angel of freedom, charity, she breathes, and fetters melt, And the holy might of Purity in Southern heart is felt. Ah! the stars upon our banner, driven apart and dimmed with blood, Might again
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