Poems (Follen)/Remember the Slave

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REMEMBER THE SLAVE.
Mother, whene'er around your child  You clasp your arms in love; And when, with grateful joy, you raise  Your eyes to God above,—
Think of the negro mother, when  Her child is torn away,Sold for a little slave—O, then, For that poor mother pray.
Father! whene'er your happy boys  You look upon with pride, And pray to see them, when you 're old,  All blooming by your side,—
Think of that father's withered heart,  The father of a slave—Who asks a pitying God to give  His little son a grave.
Brothers and sisters! who with joy  Meet round the social hearth, And talk of home and happy days, And laugh in careless mirth,—
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Remember, too, the poor young slave,  Who never felt your joy,Who, early old, has never known  The bliss to be a boy.
Ye Christians! ministers of Him  Who came to make men free, When, at the Almighty Maker's throne  You bend the suppliant knee,—
From the deep fountains of your soul  Then let your prayers ascend For the poor slave, who hardly knows  That God is still his friend.
Let all who know that God is just, That Jesus came to save,Unite in the most holy cause  Of the forsaken slave.
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