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e in heaven? O, were I there! O, stood I now In that great Presence! there to bow In grateful love before him, Then would I with the angels raise One never-ending song of praise, And worship and adore him! TO A BEAUTIFUL GIRL. Sweet flower! so young, so fresh, so fair, Bright pleasure sparkling in thine eye, Alas! e'en thee time will not spare, And thou must die. The heart with youthful hope so gay, That scarcely ever breathed a sigh, Must weep o'er pleasures fled away, For all must die. But though the rosy cheek may fade, The virtuous wish, the purpose high, The bloom with which the soul's arrayed, Shall never die. THE LITTLE SLAVE'S WISH. I wish I was that little bird Up in the bright blue sky, That sings and flies just where he will, And no one asks him why. I wish I was that little brook That runs so swift along, Through pretty flowers, and shining stones, Singing a merry song. I wish I was a butterfly, Without a fear or care, Spreading my many-colored wings, Like a flower in the air. I wish I was that wild, wild deer, That I saw the other day, Who through the dark green forest flew, Like an arrow far away. I wish I was that little cloud By the gentle south-wind driven, Floating along so calm and bright Up to the gates of heaven. I'd rather be a savage beast, And dwell in a gloomy cave, And shake the forest when I roared, Than what I am,--a slave. My mother calls me her good boy, My father calls me brave; What wicked action have I done That I should be a slave? They tell me God is very good. That his right arm can save; O, is it, can it, be his will That I should be a slave? O, how much better 'tis to die, And lie down in the grave, Than 'tis to be what I am now,-- A little negro slave! [Illustration] FABLES. THE HONEST BIRD. Once on a time, a little bird Within a wicker cage was heard, In mournful tones, these words to sing:-- "In vain I stretch my useless wing; Still round and round I vainly fly, And strive in vain for liberty. Dear liberty, how sweet thou art!" The prisoner sings, with breaking heart:-
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