John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892). The Poetical Works in Four Volumes. 1892.
Anti-Slavery PoemsThe Christian Slave
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Who bids for God’s own image? for his grace,
Which that poor victim of the market-place
Hath in her suffering won?
Hast Thou not said that whatsoe’er is done
Unto Thy weakest and Thy humblest one
Is even done to Thee?
Child of Thy pitying love, I see Thee stand;
Once more the jest-word of a mocking band,
Bound, sold, and scourged again!
Wet with her blood your whips, o’ertask her frame,
Make her life loathsome with your wrong and shame,
Her patience shall not fail!
Back on your heads the gathered wrong of years:
But her low, broken prayer and nightly tears,
Ye neither heed nor feel.
Thou prudent teacher, tell the toiling slave
No dangerous tale of Him who came to save
The outcast and the poor.
Of God’s free Gospel from her simple heart,
And to her darkened mind alone impart
One stern command, Obey!
The market price of human flesh; and while
On thee, their pampered guest, the planters smile,
Thy church shall praise.
From Northern pulpits how thy work was blest,
While in that vile South Sodom first and best,
Thy poor disciples sell.
Who, with his master, to the Prophet kneels,
While turning to the sacred Kebla feels
His fetters break and fall.
Of robber-peopled Tunis! he hath torn
The dark slave-dungeons open, and hath borne
Their inmates into day:
Turns to the Christian shrine his aching eyes;
Its rites will only swell his market price,
And rivet on his chain.
Shall priestly robbers at Thine altar stand,
Lifting in prayer to Thee, the bloody hand
And haughty brow of wrong?
From the low rice-swamp, from the trader’s cell;
From the black slave-ship’s foul and loathsome hell,
And coffle’s weary chain;
Rises to Heaven that agonizing cry,
Filling the arches of the hollow sky,
How long, O God, how long?