{"1": {"fulltext": "PS 3539\\n.H68 E7", "height": "3343", "width": "2329", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3159", "width": "2047", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3159", "width": "2047", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "ETHIOPE LAYS,\\nm-\u00c2\u00a5\\nyFipeilli Jii\u00c2\u00a9 |l|,oi|poi\u00c2\u00ab\\nPrinted and For Sale by The Authoress.\\nROSSMOYNE, OHIO.\\n1900.\\n1", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "TWO COPIES receivej:^.\\nLibrary of COBrgi\u00c2\u00bb\u00c2\u00abr%\\nOfftao of tfecr\\nINTRODUCTION.\\n75 ^^^T\\nIII tliis little volume, entitled *Ethiope Lays, \\\\^0^\\nI have endeavored, as nearly as p \u00c2\u00bbssible to pic-\\nture the real side of my race l)ringine^ in the\\nforeground, their patience, fortitude and forbear-\\nance, devoid of that undertone of sarcasm, gen-\\nerally courted. I hope that it will prove\\nsatisfactory to mv readers.\\nTHE AUTHORESS. i\\nEntered according to Act r f Congress, in the\\nyear 1900, by Priscilla Jane Thr)mpsf n, in the\\nOffice of the Librarian of Cc^n^ress, nt Washing-\\nton.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2ECONDOOPy, WV\\\\", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "pRisciLLA Jane Thompson", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "-l-*Df:OICATIO\u00c2\u00a5.\u00c2\u00abH-\\nHlfVIi WHOSE CHILDISH HANDS DID SMOOTH,\\n|\\\\Iv PA IH IN INFANT DAY,\\nJaInD in my RIPiR YEAR DOTH SOOTHE,\\n|\\\\1y grief and cares away,\\nWD HIM, MY BROTHER, BEST BELOVED,\\nFrom WHOM IpVE TRUTH IMBIBED,\\nH^EAR IJaRLAND, friend AND WARDER, PROVED,\\nT li^ FiRsiLiNG IS Inscribed.\\nm^ THE E lITMD^RIESS,", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nPAGE.\\nA Common Occurrence. .75\\nAddress to Ethiopia. 93\\nA Hcippy Pair. .82\\nA Hymn. 74\\nAlberta. 16\\nAn Uuromantic Awakening. 36\\nA Southern Scene. .29\\nAutumn. 54\\nA Winter Night. 87\\nDavid and Goliath. 58\\nEvelyn. -39\\nFreedom at McNealy s. .69\\nGlimpses of Infancy. 48\\nKnight of my Maiden Love. -25\\nLines on a Dead Girl. -27\\nMy Father s Story. .40\\nRaphael 9", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "Contents.\\nThe Iniiei Realm i8\\nThe King s P avorites 79\\nThe M use s Favor. .21\\nThe Old Freedman. .49\\nThe Old Saint s Prayer 3\\nThe Precious Pearl 14\\nThe Snail s Lesson. -53\\nThe Turn-coat. 46\\nThe Vineyard of my Bt loved 37\\nThwarted .7\\nThey are the Same, .69\\nTo a Deceased Friend 55\\nTo a Little Colored Boy 84\\nTo the New Year i", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "ETHIOPE LAYS.", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nTO THE NEW YEAR.\\np.ilNCE NEW YEAR, welcome to thy throne,\\nKing OIJ Year is no more;\\nSince he liath bid tlie world adieu,\\nThe cumb rous duty falls to you,\\nTo rule his Kingdom o er.\\nCapricious was thy reverend sire,\\nWhilst on the throne he sate,\\nSoni lime s he made me to rejoice\\nWith richest treasures of my choice,\\nAnd blessings truly great.\\nAnd then, again he bowed me low,\\nWith such a pond rous load,\\nMy heart within me sorely bled;\\nAnd many were the tears I shed,\\nWhile groping long the road.", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "EtHIOPE IjAYS.\\nAgain he suffered me to.tread\\nThat milder path between;\\nWhere neitlier leaped my pulses glad,\\nNor did my life blood slacken sad;\\nFor quiet ruled supreme.\\nAnd yet, despite his fitful mood,\\nKind hath he been to me;\\nFor every trial made me strong\\nIn battle,as I journeyed long,\\nTo broader spheres and free.\\nA respite di i his sunshine give.\\nTo rest my weary feet;\\nAnd what with shine,and what with shade^\\nAnd wholesome mixture hath he made,\\nTo make my life complete.\\nAnd now, that he liath passed away,\\nSad tears mine eyes bedew:\\nOh,mavst thou be as true, fair Prince,\\nAnd reign o er us as nobly, since\\nHis Kingdom falls to you.", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nTHE OLD SAINT S PRAYER.\\nTTTITHIN a dark and cheerless hut,\\nWhere hauoflity spurned to stray,\\nVVIiere even sunshine paused not long,\\nAn old saint knelt to pray.\\nHer ill-clad form was bent with age;\\nHer crisp hair specked with snow;\\nHer eboned face was upward turned:\\nHer voice was deep and low.\\nLong had she worn her armor bright;\\nOft Satan s host defied\\nFull sixty years she d faced the brunt,\\nAnd still she was not tired.\\nHer faith was stronger than the winds,\\nThat rent lake Galilee;\\nSfie laid her crosses at His feet;\\nHis blood, her only plea.", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "ErHlOPE IjAYS.\\nBefore a living God she knelt;\\nShe felt His presence near;\\nShe prayed with all her heart,this saint,\\nShe knew her Lord would hear.\\nHer trammeled race, bowed to the dust,\\nBeneath the tyrant s sword.\\nAbused and crossed on ev ry side,\\nShe laid before her Lord.\\nin carli\u00e2\u0082\u00acfr^gloomier,d\u00c2\u00bbjf8 thao these-\\nThose bitter days of old,\\nWhen children, plucked from breaking hearts,\\nWere hurried off and sold.\\nHad she not felt His kindly arm\\nEmbrace with father s care,\\nAnd bear her up,she knew not how.\\nFrom utter,dire,despair?\\nShe knew on whom her hopes were built,\\nTo whom her wrongs to tell,", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nShe felt a peace steal o er her heart,\\nThat told her,all were well.\\nAnd all is well, oh blessed saint,\\nThou lowly one divine!\\nGod strikes the shackle from dim eyes\\nAnd bids the light to shine.\\nAnd now behold, yon eboned youth.\\nIs nerved to face the fray.\\nAnd lead a weaker brother through,\\nUnto a brighter day.\\nYon dusky maid, with dauntless zeal,\\nForced by a vague command.\\nAspires to widen intellect,\\nAs well as tutor hands.\\nOh! many a noble,eboned youth.\\nBy that low uttered prayer,\\nWas made to feel a discontent\\nThat forced him from the rear.", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "EtHIOPE IjAYS.\\nAnd up the line of intellect,\\nWas led by His strong hand,\\nTil with his fair-faced brethren.\\nHe faltering takes his stand.\\nThou strong and mighty one in prayer,\\nThou heir to bliss on high\\nCease not thine ardent,heavenly chant,\\nJehovah heeds thy cry.\\nThou canst not live to see the day.\\nWhen thy race shall be free.\\nTo swell the volume of His choir,\\nThe Lord hath need of thee.\\nBut,when the last o er-whelming foe.\\nBefore thy race,shall fall,\\nMethink thy thankful, heavenly chant,\\nShall rise above them all.", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "EtHIOPE IjAYS.\\nTHWARTED.\\nT^OVVN in the cabin all things were gay\\nMammy and pappy were in the field,\\nSo Rube and Charley and Sammy and Tray,\\nWere keeping house just as they pleased;\\nAnd it pleased each pickaninny, mischief bent,\\nTo let riotous chaos, be their intent.\\nOld Tray is barking loud as he can,\\nAt Rube and Sammy, who pats and jigs.\\nTo the music of Cliarley, who beats a pan.\\nAnd sings in a voice, that is boist ous and big:\\nBut jiist when the revel was truly begun,\\nOld uncle Sam entered and spoiled all the fun.\\nHe raised not his voice in censnre dire,\\nNor told how, De Lawd wos a watching\\nthah ways,\\nBut he sullenly took a seat by the fire,\\nAnd fell at once to conning the blaze;\\n7", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "EtHIOPE IjAYS.\\nWhile the children skulked under the bed\\nwith Tray,\\nPresumingjOld uncle would soon oro away.\\nBut the fleeting time went on a pace,\\nThe children grew tired of their cramped.\\nretreat,\\nSo Rube made a pIot,witii a crafty face,\\nAnd thought to bring back the fun complete;\\n**Good bye uncle Sam, lie said with legret,\\nBut the old fox made answer, I ain t gone yet.\\nSo he staid till the children weary grew,\\nAnd meekly came out of their small retreat,\\nChilled by the winds that through the chinks\\nblew,\\nAnd quietly sought the hearth-stone heat;\\nThen he bids them adieu, just as mammy\\ncomes in,\\nGood bye uncle Sam, comes with a foiled grin.", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "EtHIOPE IjAYS.\\nRAPHAEL.\\nTJEHOLD young Raphael coming back:\\nHow long the time doth seem,\\nSince last he parted from the side\\nO^ her,his sweetest dream.\\nAnd yet a fortnight scarce hath past,\\nSince last he left her side,\\nAnd saw those soft eyes fill with tears\\nHis love,his joy, his pride.\\nAnd now he s coming back again,\\nA husband s place to hold;\\nHe seeks communion with himself.\\nAnd saunters cross the wold.\\nWith polished rifle on his arm.\\nAnd hunting coat of gray,\\nHis Pilot trotting at his heel.\\nWith joy he winds his way", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "EtHIOPE LiAYS.\\nThough Raphael is a marksman fair,\\nOf hunting over fond,\\nEre yet, he lifteth not his gun.\\nTo bring the good game down.\\nBut now doth rouse he from his dream,\\nAnd cocks his trusty gun;\\nFor he hath reached the willowed dell,\\nWliere deer is wont to run.\\nThe day is calm, soft breezes blow,\\nAnd all is still as dawn;\\nUpon tlie lake, among the rush,\\nAre floating, flocks of swan.\\nThen saith young Raphael, as he gaze\\nOn rush, and willows round,\\nThe truant deer hath sought the cliffs,\\nAnd naught but swan I ve found.\\nI ll choose the whitest of the flock,\\nThus did young Raphael speak,\\n10", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nAs symbol of the pure young heart\\nOf her, whose hand I seek.\\nAnd so,a(iown the dell he peers,\\nAnd through the rush he sees,\\nA mass of downy whiteness there.\\nHalf hidden by the leaves.\\nHe lifts his gun, he takes good aim,\\nAnd forwaid Pilot start:\\nTriumphantly he lowers his piece;\\nHe knows he ve hit ti\u00c2\u00bbe mark.\\nOh luckless youth, retrace thy steps!\\nThe sight that waits thine eyes,\\nWill turn thy ebon locks to snow;\\nAnd waste tliy life with sighs.\\nOh deadly bullet.why so true?\\nWhat havoc thou hast wrought.\\nTo turn into the deepest grief.\\nYoung Raphael s noblest thought!\\nII", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nFor there,half hidden by the rush,\\nDoth lie a heap like snow;\\nPoor Pilot crouch and lick the face,\\nOf one full well he know.\\nAnd now young Raphael s coming up;\\nHe push the rush aside,\\nAnd there upon the sward behold,\\nHis game his own loved bride.\\nOne look reveals his waiting love,\\nAll clad in snowy white;\\nHer angel face, her bosom red-\\nHe groans and all is night.\\nOh young,heart-broken, weary youth!\\nGod chasteneth whom he love:\\nThy thoughts were ever with thy bride;\\nThey never soared above.\\nBut since the one thou lovest so well.\\nHast flown to realms of rest,\\n12", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "EtHIOPE IjAYS.\\nThy whole soul turneth to thy Godj\\nAnd yearneth for the blest.\\nAnd when thy keenest grief is past,\\nAnd hushed thy deepest sighs,\\nThou lt deem her but an angel sent,\\nTo lure thee to the skies.\\n13", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "Ethiop^ Lays.\\nTHE PRECIOUS PEARL.\\n/^NCEjthe mighty waves of ocean,\\nWashed to shore, a precious pearl;\\nTossed it,hidden half with sea-weeds,\\nTo our dingy, sordid, world.\\nOn the beach, four little children,\\nEach engaged in sportive play,\\nPiling sand, or hunting sea-shells.\\nIdly, passed the time away.\\nOne, while hunting mid the sea- weeds,\\nFor the shells, in childish play,\\nIn his lack of understanding.\\nFound, but tossed the pearl away.\\nThen, anon, his brother found it,\\nTreasured it away with mirth,\\n14", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "EtHIOPE LiAYS.\\nBut, when burden down with sea-shells\\nHe too, cast it to the earth.\\nThen atlength the third child found it,\\nHoarded it within his hand,\\nBut in search of showier treasures\\nLikewise, tossed it to the sand.\\nLastly came the fourth child meekly,\\nAnd the precious pearl he fonnd,\\nJoyfully,he grasped the jewel,\\nFlung his sea-shells to the ground.\\nFor he valued high the jewel.\\nThat his brother, late had spurned.\\nAnd his wise consideration\\nFruitful compensation earned.\\nAh! how many grown up children.\\nFiguring in the play of life.\\nIn the search of gold or pastime.\\nSlight the Pearl of Greatest Price.\\n15", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nALBERTA.\\n^LBERTA, lovely little dame,\\nOf thee I m thinking ever;\\nOh, little witch, with eyes of sloe\\nThou haunts me,wheresoe er I go,\\nAnd grants a respite, never;\\nA victim of thy spell I be,\\nA bondman, robbed of liberty:\\nShow quarter now,and pity me,\\n0,fair Alberta.\\nThy solemn eyes,are hid from sight\\nBy dark-fringed, dusky, curtains;\\nOh, lift thy orbs,up unto mine.\\nAnd let one ray of luve light siline.\\nTo make my faint hopes certain;\\nOh, from suspense, and misery,\\nLet but a frank smile set me free.\\nDo fair Alberta.\\ni6", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "EtHIOPE IjAYS.\\nThou surely know I loveth thee,\\nFor when I d show my feeling,\\nThou seemst in modesty to thwart,\\nThe flow of love words from my heart,\\nBy chaff and laughter pealing;\\nOh, show thy own true self to mc!\\nAnd let me show my love to thee.\\nDo shy Alberta.\\nAlberta, all thy little ways.\\nAre so familiar to me.\\nThat I am tiirillevl before you speak;\\nI guess thy smiles, they make me weak,\\nA maudlin, lovesick youth, I be:\\nOh, break this bitter spell that bind.\\nBy giving me that hand. of thine,\\nMy own Alberta.\\n17", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nTHE INNER REALM.\\nT^HERE is a sphere, a secret sphere,\\nWithin each human s breast;\\nA sacred realm shut in from sight,\\nSecurely closed from outward light.\\nWhere faintly fall the sounds, repressed,\\nUpon the outward ear.\\nWitliin this guarded, secret,land,\\nNo mortal man may roam;\\nNo eager list ning stranger ear,\\nThe secrets of this realm may hear;\\nTis the abode of two alone\\nGv)(l, Hid the Inner Man.\\nFierce cyclones oft o er this land sweep,\\nWhilst outside all is calm\\nOft when the outer man seems gay,\\nAnd mirth and frolic rules his day.\\nThe inner loudly groans for balm,\\nTo heal a raw sore deep.\\ni8", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "EtHIOPE IjAYS.\\nSometimes when fiercely sweeps the gale,\\nWithin that inner sphere,\\nA flood of tears to eas ly wrung,\\nA burst of censure,overdone,\\nOft fall upon our clever ear\\nAnd hint a woeful tale.\\nOh realm of sis^hs an 1 muffled groans,\\nWhat secrets you possess!\\nOur sad regret doth there abide;\\nOur weakness coated o er with pride\\nThere finds a hiding place to rest.\\nIn quietness alone.\\nWhat eager hopes lie buried there,\\nNe er to be realized\\nSharp yearning after wealth and fame,\\nPast follies, fraught with burning shame,\\nFind refuge from man s cruel eye,\\nAnd daylight s open glare.\\n19", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nOft willful love lies squirming there,\\nHeld down by reason mild;\\nOft envy dire,doth struggle strong,\\nAnd hatreds oft that region throng,\\nLike roaring ocean s tmpest wild,\\nDisturbs a morning, fair.\\nOur God alone, is present there.\\nWhen tierce the tempest roars,\\nNo balm can soothe the aching heart,\\nNo one can sympathy impart,\\nAs He, who in those days of yore,\\nA crown of thorns did wear.\\nIn Him alone, our souls find rest,\\nWhen pressed by sorrows sore;\\nNo one can mend the broken string,\\nAnd bid the oldtime notes to ring,\\nIn sweeter accents than before.\\nAs can our Saviour,blest.\\n20", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "EtHIOPE IjAYS.\\nTHE MUSE S FAVOR\\n^H Muse! I crave a favor,\\nGrant but this one unto me;\\nThou hast always been indulgent\\nSo I boldly come to thee.\\nFor oft I list thy singing\\nAnd the accents, sweet and clear,\\nLike the rhythmic flow of waters,\\nFall on my ecstatic ear.\\nBut of Caucasia s daughters,\\nSo oft I ve heard thy lay,\\nThat the music, too familiar\\nFalls in sheer monotony.\\nAnd now, oh Muse exalted!\\nExchange this old song staid,\\nFor an equally deserving\\nThe oft slighted, Afric maids.", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "EtHIOPE IjAYS.\\nThe Muse, with smiles consenting,\\nRuns her hand the strings along,\\nAnd the harp, as bound by duty\\nRings out witfi the tardy song.\\nThe Song\\nOh, foully slighted Ethiope maid!\\nWith patience, bearing rude upbraid,\\nWith, sweet, refined, retiring, grace.\\nAnd sunshine liiig ring in thy face,\\nWith eyes bedewed and pityingly\\nI sing of thee, I sing of thee.\\nThy dark and misty curly hair.\\nIn small, neat, braids entwineth fair,\\nLike clusters of rich, shining, jet.\\nAll wrapt in mist, when sun is set;\\nFair maid, I gaze admiringly.\\nAnd sing of thee, and sing of thee.\\nThy smooth and silky, dusky skin,\\nThine eyes of sloe, thy dimple chin,\\n22", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "EtHIOPE IjAYS.\\nThat pure and simple heart of thine,\\nTis these tfiat make thee half divine;\\nOil maid! I gaze admiringly,\\nAnd sing of thee, and sing of thee.\\nOh modest maid, with beauty rare,\\nWhoe er hath praised thy lithe form, fair?\\nThy tentier mein, thy fairy tread\\nTliy winsome face and queenly head?\\nNaught of thy due in verse I see,\\nAll pityingly I sing of thee.\\nWlio ve dared to laud thee fore the world,\\nAnd face the stigma of a churl?\\nOr brook the fiery, deep, disdain\\nTheir portion, who defend thy name?\\nOh maiden, wronged so cowardly.\\nI boldly, loudly, sing of thee.\\nWho ve stood the test of chastity.\\nThrough slav ry s blasting tyranny,\\n23", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nAnd kept the while, their virtuous grace,\\nTo instill in a trampled race\\nFair maid, thy equal few may see;\\nThrice honored I, to sing of thee,\\nLet cowards fear thy name to praise.\\nLet scoffers seek thee but to raze;\\nDespite their foul, ignoble, jeers,\\nA worthy model thou appear.\\nEnrobed in love and purity;\\nOh who dare blush, to sing of thee\\nAnd now, oh maid, forgive I pray,\\nThe tardiness of my poor lay;\\nThe weight of wrongs unto thee done\\nDid paralize my falt ring tongue;\\nTwas my mute, innate, sympathy\\nThat staid this song, I sing to thee.\\n24", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nKNIGHT OF MY MAIDEN LOVE.\\nTZ N1GHT of my maiden love,\\nStalwart and manly\\nEver my yearning heart searcheth for thee;\\nSearcheth the busy crowd;\\nHearken its babble loud\\nYearning in secret, thy dear face to see.\\nKniglit of my maiden love.\\nStalwart and manly\\nTender thy words were, and tender thy mien\\nDeep in my loving heart.\\nThee, hath I set apart\\nPrince of my fancy, and lord of my dream.\\nKnight of my maiden love,\\nStalwart and manly\\nCalm and composed in thy presence I seem;\\n25", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays,\\nThis is my sex decree\\nMaidens must modest be;\\nAnd manly courage hath made thee my dream.\\nKnight of my maiden love,\\nStalwart and manly\\nTis not thy noble form, I love the best;\\nNay, tis thy tenderness,\\nTempered with manliness,\\nl- orming a noble heart, deep in thy breast.\\n26", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nLINES ON A DEAD GIRL.\\n^LOSE the dim eyes, for expression hath\\nleft tliem\\nArrange the limp hands, ere stiffness ensue;\\nCover her o er, with a cloth of pure whiteness;\\nReverence her clay, it is all we can do.\\nNever again shall those calm lips be parted.\\nDisplaying the pearl in the sunshine of mirth;\\nNtiver those dim eyes in sympathy kindle.\\nNature hath claimed her dust for the earth.\\nEver her image is bright in our vision,\\nRecalling so vividly, days that are fled;\\nDays, when her light step,her smile, and\\nher beauty.\\nSeemed more for the living,than marked\\nfor the dead.\\n27", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nShort vas her day so early she faded;\\nSank as the sun sinks, behind a great hill\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAnd, though his grand form is lost to the\\nvision,\\nThe light of his splendor is lingering still.\\nLong may the liglit of her splendor be\\nwith us\\nSpreading a balm, that shall soothe ev ry\\nbreast;\\nSoon may we muse on her, with resignation;\\nSaying, Amen to her summons to rest.\\n28", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nA SOUTHERN SCENE.\\nTj^AR in the land of sunny Soulli,\\nWhere brightly siiines the sun,\\nWhere foliage green, is ever seen,\\nLike to a northern spring begun,\\nA lithe and agile, el)on, youth,\\nWith gladsome heart, in love and truth,\\nIs ling ring with his plighted one.\\nOne arm about her waist is twined\\nOne little h^nd he holds;\\nHer head at rest, upon his breast,\\nIs like a lambkin in the fold\\nWhen fierce, the mountain wolf of gray.\\nHowls in the uplands, far away.\\nOf hunger, wretchedness, and cold.\\nYes honey, after we are wed,\\nFar to the North we ll stray;\\nThere black and white, have equal right,\\n29", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nI ve heard the northern Yankee say,\\nAnd noose, and lash, are never used,\\nOn guiltless blacks, with foul abuse,\\nBut law and justice, rule the day.\\nAnd Ellen, honey, when at last,\\nWe ll rest on freedom s clay,\\nI ll show a self,my little elf,\\nWhich here dare not to show, I may;\\nThe foul and loathsome chains I ll break\\nFrom inner man, and bid him wake,\\nTo bright and gladsome freedom s day.\\nOh Henry Ellen sadly cries;\\nDark doth the future seem\\nThat brighter day, is far away.\\nAnd love, I fear tis but a dream\\nYour white foes all about you throng,\\nTheir hateful snare they ll set erelong.\\nAnd thwart your brightest hopes, I ween.\\n30", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nThe hot tears, veil her soft eyes dark\\nShe heaves a weary sigh\\nFor in their road, doth doom forbode,\\nShe feels convinced, she i nows not why:\\nAnd, ever like a sliadovv near,\\nLingers the burden of lier fear.\\nLike threat ning clouds in summer sky.\\nHe soothes her timid tears away,\\nAnd folds her in his arms;\\nShe s braced at length, by manly strength,\\nAnd feels secure from any harm\\nFrom trembling lips, he coax a smile,\\nAnd steals a honeyed kiss the while.\\nAnd gailv laughs at her alarm.\\nWith gladsome heart, he homeward hies;\\nHigh beat his pulses free\\nHis whistle shrill, rings from the hill.\\nAnd sends an echo o er the lea;\\nWith light, elastic, step, he tread.\\nAnd thinks of her he s soon to wed\\nGuard and protect, by fate s decree.\\n31", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nA feeling of unworthiness,\\nPossess his noble mind;\\nHis precious love, seems of above,\\nAn angel, strayed from heav nly clime\\nHe conjures up her presence fair,\\nHer tender smile, her patient air.\\nAnd reverence her in truth sublime\\nBut hark at nightfall grim and dark,\\nWhat are those sounds I hear\\nLike to the hiss, through fog and mist\\nOf serpents in the rushes near\\nTis whisp rings of a vicious plan,\\nTo seize and lynch a guiltless man.\\nWhom justice fair, would rightly clear.\\nTheir false accuse of hatred bred,\\nThey hiss with fiery tongue,\\nTo kindred fiend, with equal spleen,\\nWho join the leaders in the run\\nAnd like a pack of dumb curs bold.\\nIn search of lost sheep out the fold.\\nThey hie upon their errand, mean.\\n32", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nThey gather round poor Henry s cot,\\nAnd then, with motions fleet,\\nWith mutterd oath, and faces loath,\\nThey bind their victini,hand and feet;\\nDazed by their vicious threats, profane,\\nHe seems a dead man in his chains,\\nAs he is borne through dim lit streets.\\nErelong, a taper looms in sight;\\nIt fails on Henry s gaze:\\nFair Ellen s light, arms him with might\\nTo brave his pale faced foes,amazed;\\nHe breaks those hateful ropes that bind,\\nAs though they were small threads of twine;\\nAnd turns, his enemies to raze.\\nHis blows fall fast, on cringing heads\\nSwitt moves his stalwart form;\\nHis glaring eyes, flash like a fire\\nFanned by a raging winter s storm\\nLike slaughtered beeves, his foemen fall,\\nAnd dire confusion ruleth all;\\nThey crouch, they swear, in mean alarm.\\n33", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nBut look a form is by his side\\nA woman s scream he hears\\nA painful start, possess his heart\\nIt is his frightened Ellen, dear;\\nHe shields her from the ruffians vile,\\nAnd makes a desperate break the while,\\nTo scape the mob and soothe her fear.\\nBut lo! a vicious outlaw, wild,\\nWith murder in his heart,\\nWith deadly ire, his weapon tire,\\nAnd speeds a bullet like a dart;\\nIt drives a hole through Ellen s breast.\\nOn Hviury s breaking heart she rest,\\nWhile once again the mob upstart.\\nThe Ethiopes are rallied now,\\nA deadly fray ensue.\\nThe lifeblood red, from victims shed.\\nMoistens the trampled earth like dew;\\nAnd soon the direful fray s complete,\\nThe outlaws, cowardly retreat,\\nTo seek protection not their due.\\n34", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nWhen dawns the light of morning s sun,\\nDestroyed by bullets, sped\\nOn bloody ground, the dead are found.\\nWith features stern and eyeballs red\\nAnd with the rest, in tranquil grace,\\nPoor Ellen, closed in his embrace,\\nLay Henry, with thesil=:nt dead.\\nHow long, oh Lord, wilt thou permit\\nSuch direful deeds as tht^se\\nHow long with pain, the bitter chain\\nOf torture, shall my people grieve?\\nWhen shall Caucasia s blows be staid?\\nWhen wilt thou hush her foul upbraid,\\nOn those who doth on Thee believe?\\n35", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nAN UNROMANTIC AWAKENING.\\nT P ELL asleep, and had a dream\\nWhich even now, doth linger near;\\nMethought, that in my arms, 1 held,\\nOne who to me, is very dear;\\nI drank her warm breath rapt ously,\\nAs her soft arms my neck entwined\\nShe pressed a kiss it was too much!\\nI woke in trembling joy divine.\\nIt was too much, indeed, for me;\\nWhat were my feelings, when I found-\\nThe certainty of my fair love.\\nWas, cuddling in my lap, my hound?\\nI rose and dashed him savagely\\nUpon the ground, with one sound kick\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAnd as my slumb ring sense returned,\\nI saw him marching, doul)le quick.\\n36", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays,\\nTHE VINEYARD OF MY BELOVED\\nNow will I sing to my well-beloved a song of iny\\nbeloTed touching his vineyard.\\nMy well-beloved hath a vineyard in a very fruitful hill.\\nISAUH 5:1\\nM\\nY BELOVED hath a vineyard,\\nIn a very fruitful hill,\\nWhere the choicest sunbeams glinuner,\\nAnd the clouds their moisture spill;\\nAnd he fenced it round about,\\nTo keep the wild fox out;\\nAnd seta mighty host the field t6 till.\\nMy Beloved hath a vineyard.\\nIn a very fruitful hill,\\nWhere th:; earth is damp and fertile,\\nAnd the harmful bee is still;\\nAnd he planted choicest vine,\\nTo yield the sparkling wine,\\nAnd set a mighty host the field to till.\\n37", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nBut, despite the workers efforts,\\nAnd the sun sliine, and the rain.\\nMany of the choice vines withered,\\nMaking all His efforts vain;\\nSo He took the blighted vines,\\nAnd threw them to the wind\\nSutf ring not one barren grape-vine to remain,\\nWe are grape vines in that vineyard,\\nAnd our opportunities,\\nAre the sunshine and the workers\\nLuring to eternity;\\nAnd, with conscience fenced about,\\nTo keep all bad deeds out,\\nOur hearts are ever pressed toward purity.\\nBut despite our wary conscience,\\nAnd our opportunities\\nMany a one of us, are failures.\\nYielding rank impurities;\\nAnd at last, like backward sprouts,\\nOur just God casts us out\\nFor we slighted all our chances, carelessly.\\n38", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nEVELYN.\\nJgVHLYN, sweet Evtiyn,\\nList to my lay;\\nList to the sighs of my heart;\\nHearken tfie words of a lover, sweet dove,\\nDo, and a blessing impart.\\nEvelyn, sweet Evelyn,\\nList to my lay\\nForsooth you have made me to sing;\\nYour sweet midnight eyes, and your smiles,\\nfair dove.\\nHave prompted my heart-chords to ring.\\nEvelyn, sweet Evelyn,\\nFavor my suit;\\nLet love smiles sparkle on me\\nIncline thy fond heart to a lover, fair dove,\\nOne love glance, a pris ner to free.\\n39", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nMY F-ATHER S STORY.\\nnPHERE is ail ancient story,\\nThat my faihei usrd to tell\\nWiien out side all were hoary,\\nAnd still tlie snowdiops fell;\\nWhile the rolling hills about us,\\nSeemed sinking to the dell.\\nWhen heavy snows, prevented,\\nAll outside exercise,\\nOur fam ly group, contented,\\nSought ,amus:iment otherwise;\\nThen, my father, smiling blandly.\\nWould tell his tale thiswise:\\nWhen a boy, I well remembah,\\nHow tir ole folks use to tell,\\nBout a rich man, in Virginyah,\\nWho was mean and close as well\\nAnd his p6 slaves late and early.\\nTilled his fields, whate er befell.\\nAll day long with. oaths tremendous,\\nHe, his weary slaves would drive,\\nAnd his urging lash, malicious,\\n40", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nDid the settinjj sun survive;\\nAnd eacli sunrise found his bondmen,\\nGrieving that they were alive.\\nOft the piercing cry of woman\\nRr iU the placi 1 ev ning air,\\nAnd the foul lash, at liis summun,\\nLeft her swooning in despair;\\nWhile the rude whelks on lier person,\\nMarred the beauty, ling ring there.\\nOft the aged, maimed and feeble,\\nFell before his brutal blow.\\nWhile he hurried on, unheedful,\\nOf their groans of utter woe\\nOr the look of bilter anguish.\\nIn their tearful eyes of sloe.\\nOne ev ning, after set of sun,\\nWhen the moon-beams faintly sho.vn,\\nWhen two day s work were forced in one,\\nBy the dint of fierceness shown.\\nThis evil man sat on his porch,\\nWliich vines had overgrown.\\nAnd the blue smoke, odorif rous,\\nRose up from his pipe of clay,\\nWhile his evil mind, assiduous,\\n41", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nLabored o er a sternah way,\\nTo force from his wornout bondmen,\\nGieaiah tasks the coming day.\\nPuiul jing thus, with evil foresight,\\nWith liis )(lassy eyes half closed\\nThrough the smoke and misty moonlight,\\nAn uncanny object rose;\\nThough lie rubbed his eyes with vigah,\\nStill it lingered in repose.\\nTwas an object, grim and massive,\\nLurking near his grand abode;\\nCrouching ever, calm and passive,\\nWhilst the misty moonbeams glowed,\\nAnd its rude shape, in the dim light.\\nLoomed up like a giant toad.\\nUp he sprung, by terrah shakened\\nWith his hands to temples pressed.\\nAnd the spook, as if awakened,\\nFrom its deep, still, passiveness,\\nQuivered in a blue blaze, frightful\\nThen, dissolved to nothingness.\\nLong he stood there, terrah strickened,\\nStaring at the vacance, grim,\\nAnd his heart within him sickened\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\n43", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nWhile a trembling seized his limbs\\nAnd the cold sweat on his forehead,\\nGlistened- in the moorilight,dim.\\nThenceforth, when with over fierceness,\\nHe vvniiid press his bondmen, sore,\\nA ld his cruel, foal, perverseness,\\nMade liiem their sad lot deplore,\\nThfs g^rim spook, at fall of ev ning.\\nThreateningly would haunt his door.\\nBut, by frequent visitation,\\nEver harmless, ling ring- near\\nLast, its evil premonition.\\nLost its meaning on his ear;\\nAnd with recklessness, defiant.\\nHe forgot his cow ring fear.\\nOnce, when with unusual madness.\\nHe, his vicionsness, had shown.\\nAnd his bondmen, bowed in sadness\\nTo their wretched huts, had gone.\\nIn the quietness of even,\\nHe sat on his porch, alone.\\nSoftly, zephyrs from the rushes.\\nSwept the smooth cut lawn of green.\\nWhile the shadows, of the bushes.\\nLike black dye on grass did seem,\\n43", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nAnd the dew, on bud and leaflet,\\nShown like gems of Orient dream.\\nAs he sat there staring idly.\\nOut into the lovely night,\\nWrapt in blue blaze, quiv ring wildly.\\nHis old haunt flashed on his sight\\nAnd with sudden impulse, quickly,\\nAnger took the place of fright.\\nWith an oath, he seized his rifle;\\nAnd with coolness, took good aim;\\nBut his gun hung fire a trifle,\\nSeeming fearful of the game\\nAnd was loath to speed its bullet,\\nTo that ghostly, frightful, flame.\\nWhen the rifle rang out clearly,\\nAnd the bullet true, had sped.\\nThis old spook, with hiss and groanings,\\nLeapt into a huge blazi red.\\nAnd, with flying sparks, o er covered,\\nThis vile man, fell backward, dead.\\nChildren, God sent forth that spirit.\\nAs a warning, to that man;\\nBut he passed it by, unheerled;\\nSo God took another plan\\nAnd he called him to his judgment,\\n44", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nAs he oft does sinful man.\\nThen my father, sadly smiling,\\nWith his patient, worn, hands claspt,\\nWould, with gentle air, beguiling.\\nFall to musing on the past\\nOf his earlier life in bondage-\\nMindless of the winter s blast.\\n45", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nTHE TURNCOAT.\\n^A N so ole Tho nton bounced you.\\nAnd gibbed you fafi to know,\\nYou wus de hiz est fellah,\\nDat ebah grabbed de hoe;\\nDat yo money wus awaitin\\nWhen dat dah day wus spent;\\nWhy did nt you tell him dah an den,\\nYou did nt gib a cent?\\nAn so de roscal oused you,\\nAn right befo, de ban s;\\nAn sed you uus de l.tz est cub,\\nAlibin in de Ian\\nAn dat he would nt keep a man,\\nDat labah peared to hu t,\\nWhy did nt you tell him dah an den.\\nTo keep his pleggit wuk?\\nYou ain t like yo ole pyppy\\nDoe I m shu t bref, an all dat,\\nEf he d spoke dem wo ds to Tuinali,\\nMe an him id had a spat;\\nAn I d tole dat big man Tho nton,\\n46", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nEf I did nt toe his rule,\\nAll he thought I ne d kareciin\\nHe mout ride de ole black mule.\\nAn ef de vigah ob his yuse,\\nId weighed ule Turnah down,\\nI d brung my weapon fah to bah-\\nWhy dah comes Thon ton, now!\\nGood ebnin Mistah Thon ton;\\nI ve heayed all bout dis day.\\nAn I m rakin obah Jonah,\\nBout his good fah nottin way.\\nYou say dat you ve considahed,\\nAn bein T am lame,\\nYou ll, shet yo mouf, man Jonah,\\nF ali you s goin jest de same!\\nYou s in yo teens yit,manhy,\\nAn I ll teach you fah to know,\\nDat in my periah wisdom,\\nI ll tell you when to blow.\\nYou say you wont be see-sawed,\\nAn geed an hawed aroun\\nAn dat I am a turn-coat\\nI ll maul you in de groun*\\n47", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nYou spose ril Stan dat Tho nton;\\nFall my flesh an blood to say,\\nDat his pappy am a turn -coat?\\nLizie, tek dis boy away!\\nGLIMPSES OF INFANCY.\\nyl S riper years approach us,\\nWhiffs of infancy appear;\\nIn mere sparkles of the sunshine,\\nGlimpses, come of other years.\\nIn the fanning of soft b-eezes,\\nOr the sun s ray on the snow,\\nOft a transient flash comes o er us,\\nFlickering scenes from long ago.\\nA strange flash, yet half familiar,\\nThat our infant brain once knew,\\nNow pushed back, by riper knowledge,\\nOft they flash, with infant hue.\\n48", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nTHE OLD FREEDMAN.\\nXTE sits in front of the biiglit, blazing grate;\\nA poor old frt-edman, maimed and gra}-\\nWith worn hands folded, he sits and waits,\\nHis Mastci s sumniuns, fioai day to day.\\nHis ebon brow is seamed deeply with care;\\nHis dim eyes, robbed of their scanty sight,\\nBy the dazzling red of the ember s glare,\\nSets him to dreaming as though tuere night.\\nAnd his hard, early life comes, scene by scene,\\nAs acts appear on a play-hjase stage;\\nWhile he sits with a thoughtful smile, serene,\\nAnd views the past, in a dreamy maze.\\nYes, now he can smile as h;; thinks on those days,\\nFor the fire oi youth has Ijngfi-d his breast;\\nHe has cast the burden of past carer, away.\\nAnd humbly looks to his Master, fur rest.\\nHe hears the fierce screams of his m^^ther, wild.\\nAnguished and startling, and loud as of old\\nWhile haplessly he, her remaining child,\\nIs hurried down the river, and sold.\\n49", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nAud now comes the scene of that sugar farm,\\nWhere the lash and fever, rules supreme\\nWhere the humid, sickly, atmosphere, warm,\\nBrings on a gidciiness, e en in his dream.\\nHe is hoeing cane, with a stalwart pace,\\nAnd with him, a giii, the joy of his life;\\nWith her graceful figure and dark brown face.\\nAnd her sunny smile his own fair wife.\\nWhene er the overseer s back is turned,\\nHe lends a strong hand to her lagging row;\\nThat her exacting task may be earned.\\nTo ward from lier back, the brutal blow.\\nDespite the appalling crosses of life,\\nHe deems himself, e en a hyppy man\\nJust to have her near, and to call her wife,\\nAnd to hurriedly press her little worn hand.\\nThe third scene is on, and now he behold,\\nHis Lucy coming with eyes filled with tears;\\nOh Ruben, she s crying, why I m to be sold\\nThe words fall like doom upon his shocked ears.\\nAgain tliat dull giddiness lises wilhiii,\\nHis lower limbs we iVen, he rests on his hoe;\\nPoor Lucy embraces agrain and again,\\n50", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nThen turns, and back to tiie bighouse cloth go.\\nH er fleeting form, brings iiim back to himself;\\nHe drops his hoe,with a desperate groan;\\nHe ll make the rude trader take back his foul pelf.\\nHe ll claim his wife, for she is his o.vn.\\nOh, futile struggle he sees liis fair love,\\nBorne off by the rude, evil, trader, who spoils.\\nWhile he helplessly, calls on his Father above,\\nAnd is fiercely, b-utally, laslie 1 for his toils.\\nOh, let us pass over the dark days that came\\nAnd rev rently screen tliis act of hi s life!\\nWhen the anguish of Rizpah.who mourned for\\nher slain.\\nCould not be compared, with his grief o er his wife.\\nAnd now, clears the smoke, that is black iis the\\nnight\\nHe stands firm, a giant with Gettysburg s brave;\\nThe death blows he deals, in the hand to hand\\nfight.\\nServes vengeance to rebels who late held him slave.\\nAnd now, he is come to the calm years of peace;\\nHis restless wand rings in search ol his wife;\\nWhen despaired and discouraged, his wanderings\\ncease,\\nAnd he fills with religion, the void of his life.\\n51", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "JErHioPE Lays.\\nAn J now, the last scene, the triumphant the grand!\\nWith dim siglit renewed and infirmities, fled,\\nFair Lucy once more is pressing his hand,\\nAnd Jesus is placing a crown on his head.\\nFor there, in front of the bright blazing, grate,\\nWith a sad, kind, smile, and expressionless eye,\\nAt the end of the day, in the even, late.\\nHe had taken his flght, to his home on high.\\n5\u00c2\u00ab", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "Ethiope LXys.\\nTHE SNAIL S LESSON.\\npJEEP into the midst of a great, dark, wood,\\nWhere shades are ever staying,\\nI found a snail, at the root of an oak.\\nOne day, as I was maying;\\nAnd I said,** Oh stupid snail, so weak,\\nWhat moral high, canst thy poor life teach\\nAnd methought, the snail answered thus from\\nhis shell,\\nOh maid! list to my teaching;\\nCautiously taking full time as I o,\\nI m spared ot over-reaching;\\nIf you too, like me would take life more slow,\\nYou truly would be benefited, I know.\\nAnd I leave a silver trace in the rear.\\nSo that, whe!i false friends cavil,\\nI may turn, for reference, back to my path,\\nAnd prove how straight I travel;\\nOh! if you d leave in your rear, a fair trace,\\nTwould serve you quite fitly the future to face.\\n53", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nI lug on my back, wherever I go,\\nThis house, my life protecting;\\nOh maid! though it slackens my speed the while,\\nI m safe when foes are besetting;\\nAnd it would be safer if you were enrobetl,\\nIn the strong defense of Jesus, your Lord.\\nAUTUMN.\\nT^HE sun shines bright, but sadly,\\nUpon the earth s decline;\\nThe high wind, cool and searching.\\nShowers leaves from clinging vine;\\nThe wood, in gorgeous burial shroud,\\nLike some great prince in state,\\nIs viewed by^sable mantled crows.\\nWho mourn its luckless fate.\\nThe weeds are dry and blasted.\\nWithin the grainless field.\\nAnd to the sturdy hunter s tread,\\nTheir ripened seeds they yield;\\n54", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nAnd the shot gun s constant firing,\\nBooms salute o er fallen game;\\nWhile the fleet hound s doleful baying,\\nSounds the taps, mi;l smoke and fliime.\\nOur ihouglUs are ever turning,\\nTo sad scenes long gone by;\\nAnd, despite contrary efforts,\\nWe are ever heaving sigh.\\nNature seems to hold us mourners,\\nWith a spell sad, undefined.\\nFor the faded leaves and blossoms,\\nBy a palling of the mind.\\nTO A DECEASED FRIEND\\nT^HE veil of Death hath fallen.\\nLoved one, twixt thee and me;\\nThou art now among the chosen of the Lord\\nWith heavenly saints immortal.\\nEnrobed in sanctity,\\nThou art chanting with the blest, in sweet accord.\\n55", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "EtHIOPE IjAYS.\\nOh, ever bright thy imap^e,\\nIs pictured in my heart,\\nriiough autumn alter autumn now liath flown;\\nBut memories still steal o er me,\\nIn which thou hast a part,\\nAnd I sometimes yearn to rob Death of his own.\\nWell didst thou keep the promise,\\nMy dying mother craved:\\nThat thou shouidst ever guard her orphan brood;\\nOh, blessed foster-mother!\\nThy tenderest love, thou gav st;\\nAnd thou ever taught me lessons, pure and good.\\nOh Death! why rob so early\\nWhy snatched thou, her from me\\nWhen I, in wane of childhood, craved lier most?\\nIf longer thou hadst spared her\\nI could ungrudginj ly,\\nPermitted her to be unto me lost*\\nOh many times in blindness\\nHave I stumbled as I tread\\nS6", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "ErHioPE Lays.\\nThe rugged old road, which to me is new,\\nAnd I miss tiiy warm hand s pressure,\\nAnd I grieve that thou art dead\\nWhile sad, regretful, tears mine eyes bedew.\\nBut sleep, beloved mothtr,\\nWhy sliould st I grudge thy rest\\nFor thou indeed hast done the better part;\\nA mother to the orphaned,\\nOf wives the true and best,\\nMy iamost self, can yield thee with glad heart.\\n57", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nDAVID AND GOLIATH.\\nAnd David said to Saul, Let no man s heart fail\\nbecause of him; thy servant will go and fight\\nv^ith this Philistine.\\n1 Samuel, 17 32.\\nXZ ING Saul was disconcerted.\\nAnd a gloom was o er him spread,\\nAs Ills trusty captain, trembling,\\nTo the fight, his army led.\\nFor now, at the arrival.\\nOf that dreaded battle hour.\\nHe was loath to tack the foem m,\\nFor he felt he lacked the power.\\nUp from the vale of Elah,\\nOn one slope his army lay,\\nWhile the adverse slope frowns grandly,\\nWith the Philistine s array.\\nFor two score days succeeding,\\nMorn and eve, he d seen his men,\\nBreak the ranks and flee as cowards,\\nFrom that giant Philistine.\\n58", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "EtHIOPE IjAYS.\\nAnd now, with with great composure,\\nAnd bedecked in armor bright,\\nAgain he sees that champicn,\\nComing proudly forth to fight.\\nHis mammoth head is covered,\\nWith a brazen helmet, grand,\\nAnd his coat ol mail shines fiercely,\\nAnd a spear is in his hand.\\nThe target, tween his shoulders,\\nLoudly grinds his coat of mail.\\nAnd the clash of greaves, that mingle\\nSends an echo down the vale.\\nWith pond rous form erected,\\nAnd a demon in his eye,\\nHe stops, and lifts his mighty voice.\\nAnd Israel s host defy.\\nWhy doth ye, O slavis of Saul,\\nWith thy armor and thy din.\\nCome to victor o er Golialb,\\nAm not I a Philislini\\nHo! cowards, from amongst \\\\on,\\nChoose and send one man to nv,\\nIf I m conquered in the conflict,\\nThen thy servants we shall be!\\n59", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nBut, if before me bleeding,\\nHe should fall, Goliath s prey,\\nThen ye Isrcieliter. shall serve us,\\nHumbly, meekly, ail thy day.\\nKing Saul was disconcerted,\\nAnd a terror o er him spread,\\nAs with trembling forms, dejected,\\nFrom the fight, his army fled.\\nBut now, from mongst the soldiers.\\nWith a heart that knows not fears,\\nFlustered sore with indignation,\\nSteps a youth, of tender years.\\nHis curly locks fio.v itily,\\nAnd in shepherd s dress he stands.\\nAnd his C(unelv face, exalted.\\nRe-assures each faltering man.\\n*Who is this great Philistine\\nThat the host of God, defied?\\nWhat is offered by our Sovereign\\nTo redeem fair Israel s pride?\\nThus, freely he converses,\\nWith his elders, close at hand.\\nAnd the courage he displayeth.\\nSeems more fitly for a man.\\n60", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nBut Eliab, his brother,\\nHears the pond rous threat he s made,\\nTo attack the mighty giant,\\nAnd the youth he sore upbraids.\\nThou rt but an awkward stripling,\\nUnused to war and men!\\nCease thy vain and i(ile bragging,\\nGet thee back to Bethlehem!\\nWith whom didst thou leave thy sheep,\\nIn the dang rous wilderness?\\nGet thee back unto thy duty\\nWell I know thy naughtiness!\\nBut David, never daunted.\\nHath with might impressed them all;\\nAnd despite his brother s censure,\\nThey ve rehearsed his words to Saul.\\nWhen to the king he s summorjed,\\nWith a boldness that appall,\\nHe tells of his intention.\\nTo revoke the shame of all.\\nBut Saul, with apprehension,\\nSpeaks with confidence and truth\\n*He is old and tried in battle,\\nThou, art but a tender youth,\\n61", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "EtHIDPE JjAYS.. X\\n*Oh king! the youth respondeth;\\nWhile I watched my father s flocks,\\nA great iion.snatched a lambkin,\\nAnd ran roaring to the rocks;\\nBut I purslied him, fearless,\\nAnd we struggled o er the, lamb;\\nAnd I seized his tawny beard\u00e2\u0080\u0094-,.\\nAnd I slew him with my hand.\\nOh king! the Lord is with me,\\nAnd I go at His command;\\nHe ha. t saved me from the lion,\\nAnd He ll arm me for this man.\\nKing Saul is disconcerted\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nBill a ray of hope, n QW glow\\nAnd he turneth to the stripling,\\nWith The Lord be with thee, go.\\nWith coat of nrail and helmet,\\nSaul, the stripling, hast arrayed\\nPlaces. in his hand, his own sword,\\nAnd the youth to go, assayed.\\nI cannot wear thine armor,\\nFor, oh kmg! they are not tried;\\nThy coat of mail, I have not proved;\\nAnd he cast iheni all aside,\\n62", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "EtHIOPE IjAYS.\\nThen, at the brook he searcheth,\\nAnd five stones he quickly bring;\\nAnd he goes to meet the giant,\\nWith his staff and trusty sling.\\nNow with surprise, Goliath,\\nJust beyond his bearer true,\\nAn effeminate, fair stripling,\\nIn a shepherd s dress, doth view.\\nAnd as he cometh slowly.\\nWith heavy armor, bright,\\nHe doth ridicule the stripling.\\nFor he scorns with him to fight.\\nBut now his wrath is kindled,\\nAt the boldness of the boy;\\nSavagely the youth he curses.\\nAnd he seeks him, to destroy.\\nCome to me! then cries Goliath;\\nWith thy fiesh a feast I ll yield,\\nTo the wild birds of the heaven,\\nAnd the wild beasts of the field.\\nYoung David answers calmly,\\nSpear and shield on thee, I see;\\nIn the name of God of Israel,\\nI have come to conquer thee.\\n63", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nMy God shalt thee deliver,\\nSlain, this day unto my hand;\\nAnd thy soldier s mangled bodies.\\nFeed tlie creatures of the land.\\nAnd now he hastens toward him\\nAnd he whirls his sling around,\\nThe stone Jehovah speedeth.\\nBrings Goliath to the ground.\\nThe lithe youth hastens to him,\\nAnd the giant s sword, doth take,\\nSevers head from body, quiciily,\\nWhile the Philistine doth^q uake.\\nAnd suddenly, Saul s army.\\nWith fierce shouts and battle din,\\nFell upon them with great slaughter,\\nThen, pursued the Philistine.\\nAnd they returned in triumph;\\nAnd they plundered all their land;\\nThen to Saul, they bring young David,\\nWith the giant s head in hand.\\nKing Saul is much elated.\\nAnd he kindly promise fame;\\nWhile he looks on him with favor.\\nWho s redeemed fair Israel s name.\\n64", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays,\\nTHEY ARE THE SAME.\\nr^OD S blessings all are uniform,\\nTo each, to ever}^ one;\\nWithin yon manse, within yon cot;\\nAn infant son is come.\\nThe s:ime sweet, childish, innocence.\\nAlike in both, I see,\\nAs calmly in their cribs they sleep;\\nThe soul of purity.\\nEach, by his pure, sweet, innocence,\\nCan harshest moods bewitch\\nThey are the same, they are the same,\\nAlbeit, one is rich.\\nI see them now to prattlers grown\\nWhat say you now? The same?\\nCan earthly vice, so soon pollute?\\nIt can and more s the shame.\\n65", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nThey meet each other on the street;\\nBy nurse and mother, led\\nAlas! though rods have intervened,\\nThey turn their little head,\\nThough each by other s scrutinized,\\nBy blinded infant eyes.\\nWho dare gainsay, what there they saw.\\nIs looked for, by the wise?\\nFor each by each s attire behold,\\nWhat grown up people see\\nThat one is in the realm of wealth,\\nAnd one s in poverty.\\nAnd straight-way, in each little heart,\\nA smoldering vice appears,\\nTo wrankle in each tender breast,\\nAnd kindle mc\u00c2\u00bbre with years.\\nThough one s the germ of vanity.\\nAnd one is envy s sting,\\nAs yet, a common lot they share.\\nFor each has now a sin.\\n66", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nA sin, that turns the rich boy s gifts,\\nTo bitterness, to hate;\\nAt such a feeble offering,\\nTo one so passing great,\\nA sin, that turns the poor boy s gifts,\\nTo bitterness, to gall;\\nAt thought of numerous costly gifts,\\nAnd his so cheap and small.\\nAnd thus, with discontent each barque,\\nAdown the stream doth drift\\nThey are the same, they are the same,\\nAlbeit one is rich.\\nAnd now to bearded men they ve grown\\nAnd sobered down with cares,\\nOf guiding ever erring feet.\\nWhich wander more with years.\\nAnd fervent prayers, for wayward son,\\nEach to their God uplifts\\nThey are the same, they are the same.\\nAlbeit, one is rich.\\n67", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nAnd now, old age steals on to them\\nAnd life draws to its goal;\\nEach one has had his many sins,\\nHow fares it with their soul?\\nEach, to the same just Maker turns;\\nEach craves a common lot;\\nTo rest where He, his children bids,\\nAnd said, Forbid them not.\\nGod s blessings all are uniform,\\nTo each, to every one;\\nAnd from yon manse, and from yon cot,\\nA soul, is gathered home.\\n68", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nFREEDOM AT McNEALY S.\\nA LL around old Chattanooga,\\nWar had left his wasteful trace;\\nAnd the rebels, quelled and bafifled,\\nFreed, reluctantly their slaves.\\nOn his spacious, cool, veranda\\nStood Mc Nealy, gaunt and tall,\\nWith bowed head, and long arms folded,\\nPond ring on his blacks, enthralled.\\nYears and years, he d been their master,\\nHarsh and stern his reign had been\\nMany an undeserving lashing,\\nHe had rudely given them.\\nAll his life he d been a despot;\\nRuling all with iron hand\\nNever till this deadly conflict,\\nHad he e er brooked one command.\\n69", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "EtHIOPE IjAYS.\\nBut his lately rich plantation,\\nSacked by Union men he see;\\nAnd the bitter dregs stands waiting:\\nHe must set his bondmen free.\\nFrom their work, they come together,\\nAt their masters s last command,\\nAnd at length, well-nigh two hundred,\\nFore the large veranda stand.\\nOh! that motley crowd before him,\\nSpeaks the wrong one man has done;\\nFor his constant, dire oppression.\\nCan be seen on every one.\\nMen of middle age all palsied.\\nBy hard work and sorrow s pain\\nBlighted youths and orphaned infants;\\nAll had felt his cruel reign.\\nThere were women fair who knew him,\\nTo be more of brute than man;\\n70", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nThere were children clinging to them,\\nThrough whose veins his own blood ran.\\nWidowed hearts in swarthy bosoms,\\nEver bled in patient pain,\\nO er their loved ones, sold before them.\\nTo increase McNealy s gain.\\nAll of this preys on McNealy,\\nAs before his slaves he stands;\\nAnd his low ring, dogged, expression,\\nSpeaks the power that s left his hands.\\nAnd, with quivering voice and hu^ky.\\nTells he that each one is free;\\nTells them of his heavy losses,\\nMeanly seeking sympathy.\\nAnd the soft hearts of his vassals,\\nMelts, as only Ethiopes can;\\nAs with brimming eyes and kind words,\\nEach one grasps his tyrant s hands.\\n71", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nOne by one, theyVe all departed\\nMan and woman, boy and girl;\\nVoid of learning, inexperienced,\\nLaunched upon the crafty world.\\nBut one cabin is not empty.\\nTwo old souls aie kneeling there;\\nIn the throes of desolation,\\nThey have sought their Lord in prayer.\\nThey have never tasted freedom.\\nAnd their youthful hopes are fled\\nNow, the freedom they are seeking,\\nIs with Jesus and the dead.\\nPoor aunt Jude and uncle Simon!\\nFreedom brings to them no cheer;\\nThey have served McNealy s fam ly\\nFor three score, or more of years.\\nSteep and rough, the road they ve traveled,\\nMany were their heart felt groans\\n72", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "EtHIOPE IjAYS.\\nYet they cleave unto their tyrant,\\nFor his lash, is all they ve known.\\nLike a bird of long confinement,\\nCleaves unto his open cage.\\nThese two wretched slaves, benighted.\\nClave to bondage, in their age.\\nAnd they sought McNealy humbly.\\nWith their hearts filled to the brim\\nTold him, all their days remaining,\\nThey would gladly give to him.\\nAnd McNealy, pleased and flattered,\\nWith no feeling of remorse,\\nTakes them back into his service,\\nAs you would a fa thful liorse.\\n73", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nA HYMN.\\nJ^ORD, within thy fold I be,\\nAnd I m content;\\nNaught can be amiss to me,\\nFor thy helping hand I see,\\nLight ning loads that heavy be;\\nAnd I m content.\\nLord I ve put my trust in thee,\\nAnd I m content;\\nWhatsoe er my lot may be,\\nI have faith to rest in thee,\\nThough my way I may not see;\\nAnd I m content.\\nLord I feel thy Presence near,\\nAnd I m content;\\nIn thy care, I know not fear,\\nThough the Tempter s voice I hear\\nI m secure when Thou art near;\\nAnd I m content.\\n74", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "Ethiope LiAYS.\\nA COMMON OCCURRENCE.\\nT UCINDY, who you spose I seed,\\nDown at de mill, today?\\nI know you nebbah ud agreed,\\nDat he is, who he say.\\nIt ain t no use to guess no mo\\nFah you s way off de track\\nDah, honey! twus one ub de Rowe s\\nDat one dey all called Jack.\\nWhen we libed on his papp) s place,\\nYou know, he wus de one.\\nDdt al ays had dat grinnin face,\\nAnd wrote ou leltahs home.\\nDat boy de pictah ub his pap,\\nWid ha all curled an light;\\nDat useta messmate wid ou chaps,\\nDe same ef dey wus white.\\nBut mussy, honey! mussy me!\\nHe s lurnt his propah place,\\nDone climed dat des stool like a tree,\\n75", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nspecked eyes, an frowned his face.\\nAn crow-feet all about his eyes!\\nLooks fifty fo uh pas\\nDis fac de white folks cain t deny:\\nDey do git ole so fas\\nDat s right Lucindy! he s ez ole,\\nAs ou own Malachi;\\nBut tis de trute dal I done tole,\\nHe looks mos ole ez I.\\n**HeHo dah, Petah! loud he sed,\\n(Done laid de *uncle by;)\\n*I d knowed you, ef I done been dead.\\nAn seed you in de sky.\\nGuess I s becum a strangah, so,\\nMus intahduce, I see;\\nWhy, I am mistalj Jackson Rowe\\nYou use ta wuk fah me.\\nYo pappy, boy, you mus ta mean;\\nI wuked fah him a deal,\\n76", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nWhen you wus but a youngstah, lean,\\nA sniv lin at his heel.\\nI looked wid all de eyes I lied\\nDe pas my brain did rack;\\nBut spite ub all it made me med,\\nI couldn t fin Rovve s Jack.\\n**Why, hab I changed dat much? hesed,\\nAn paared a little hu t;\\nIt quickly cumed into my hed,\\nI sed, *not fah de wus\\nHe sed, he d bought sheers in dat mill;\\nLucindy, ain t you beat!\\nDe house, wid his hig voice wus fill,\\nA-hoU rin bout his wheat.\\nHe d boss de men in his employ,\\nDen dress me as *my lad,\\nDe same ef I d a been a boy,\\nAn he ole ez my dad.\\n77", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "EtHIOPE IjAYS.\\nHe s got de big-he d dal s de f ac\\nAnd got de *big-he d, bed\\nHe made b lieve, he d fahgot my chaps-\\n**Cain t place dem, Pete, he sed.\\nCain t mill my Malaclii? I sed;\\nAn all my uddah chaps?\\nYou cain t keep ole times in yo hed?\\nYou s dif unt f om yo pap.\\nAn den he spoke ub trabbling roun\\nUb business keers, all days;\\nAn den his face put on dat fro.vn,\\nAn so 1 cumed away.\\nAn all along ez I cumed back,\\nI thought, whut I thought fus:\\nDat, ef dls is Rowe s grinnin Jack,\\nHe s pintly changed fah wus.\\n78", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nTHE KING S FAVORITES.\\nA KING, once summoned his favorites;\\nFour gallant young knight, were they;\\nAnd bade them to add to his kingdom,\\nBy conquering lands, far away.\\nAnd honor and glory is waiting, said he,\\n*For the one who brings greatest riches to me.\\nLord Prudence, bowed and said nothing;\\nHumility flushed like a girl;\\nAmbition was loud with his braggings,\\nTo bring back conquered, a world.\\nBut Lord Pride turned scorning, and said\\nwith conceit,\\n**Sir knight, why so hopeful, with me to defeat?\\nSo each of the young knight departed;\\nAnd legions of men had they;\\nBut two of the lords united\\nAnd two marched different ways.\\nPride and Ambition feared union would prove.\\nTo be a sad robber to fame, that both loved.\\n79", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nPride s army once pitched in a valley,\\nFor a respite after a fight,\\nWhen the foetnen came and surprised tliem,\\nAnd took most captive, by night.\\nPoor Pride humbled, by soldiers bereft,\\nDoggedly dashed out his brains down a cleft.\\nSir Ambition drew up to a city.\\nWhose fortresses threat ningly frowned,\\nAnd the first blinding volley that met him,\\nStruck half of his grand army down.\\nAnd next they were all confusion and strife\\nSo Ambition was forced to yield up his life.\\nBut Humility and Prudence,\\nIn union they fight and toil\\nConq ring wherever they meet the foe,\\nAnd marching off proudly with spoils.\\nAlways successful in union s fair strength,\\nVVith priceless treasures they marched home\\nat length.\\nThe king rode out from the palace;\\nIn a thoughtful mood was he,\\n80", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nFor he saw the train approaching,\\nAnd he wondered which should it be.\\nAnd he said Oh knights of Chivalry,\\nWhich of you brings greatest richts to me?\\nTlie knights knelt down before him,\\nWith Together we fought and bled.\\nTogether we routed the foc^men,\\nMid wounded, dying, and dead;\\nSo, together our trophies to thee, we bring,\\nAnd jointly, we crave thy blessing, oh king!\\nThe king gave freely his blessing.\\nAnd bade them to take the lead;\\nBut his eye with a tear was moistened.\\nAs lie sadly mounted his steed;\\nAnd he looked at his court that rude at his\\nside,\\nAnd he missed bold Ambition and high-\\nheaded Pride.\\nAnd he said, This day s grand triumpli.\\nHangs dark and heavy o er me;\\nAnd I see an incompleteness,\\nThat oh! would I fain not be;\\n8i", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "EtHIOBE jLaYS. i:\\nHow can earth s pomp with my grand court\\nabide,\\nSince I ve lost Ambition and high-headed\\nPride?\\nA HAPPY PAIR.\\nT see them coming up the road,\\nIn buggy, time-defaced;\\nWith lame old nag, in harness worn,\\nAnd slow and labored pace,\\nA humble sight they make, forsot)th,\\nMid fancy turn-outs, grand.\\nAnd yet, an innate grandeur plays,,\\nNovy that they re iiea/ at haiidv.\\nThe stalwart youth in neat attire,;\\nWith handsome, olive face.\\nIs all abeam with lover s smiles,\\nAnd love s attentive grace.\\n82", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nAnd at his side, his lady love,\\nWith curly, midnight, hair.\\nAnd dusky cheek and jet black eye,\\nIs truly all that s fair.\\nHer blush he sees in eyes down-cast,\\nAnd smiles all modest, shy;\\nIn confused air, to questions, bold,\\nShe quibbles in reply.\\nAnd air of dignity doth play,\\nAround the pair, content\\nAs with a vacant stare, they view.\\nThe ric:h on sport intent.\\nWhat care they for the rich man s gold.\\nOr scoff from high life thrown;\\nThey live withiti another world.\\nExclusively their own.\\nThe rich folks, after futile jeers.\\nIn ears that heed them not,\\nSink back on cushions, ricli and soft,\\nAnd envy them, their lot.\\n83", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "EtHIOPE IjAYS.\\nOh happy pair! with hearts of love,\\nNe er mayst thy joy depart;\\nThrice rich is he whate er his lot;\\nWho hath a happy heart.\\nTO A LITTLE COLORED BOY.\\nOh, pure and sportive little child,\\nBe happy while you may;\\nRin^ out your laughter loud and clear;\\nBe blithe, enjoy your day.\\nYour eyes of sloe, they sparkle bright;\\nYour rounded, dusky cheeks.\\nAre ever dimpled in a smile,\\nFrom each week into weeks.\\nBuild high your castles in the air;\\nDream on of manhood s fame;\\nWhat matter, if y )ur pure, youug, heart,\\nDeems each man s chance the same.\\n84", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nI hold your little hand in mine;\\nFast wags your childish tongue;\\nYour prospects doth look briglu to you,\\nBecause you are so young.\\nThou knoweth not, poor little boy,\\nWhat Future holds for thee,\\nThy dreams are not extravagant,\\nAnd yet, they canst not be.\\nThis mass of midnight curly hair,\\nThis soft and dusky skin,\\nWill bring not fortune s smile to you,\\nWhen childhood s day will end.\\nThou art a child, of promise rare;\\nGod, for some cause, profound,\\nHatli cast thee in a finer mold,\\nThan most about you found.\\nE en now your little iiigh-aimed heart,\\nA pris ner seems to be.\\nAnd with impatience beats the bais,\\nOf helpless infancy.\\n85", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nYou ll bloom a rare high-minded, man;\\nSurpassing fair-faced men;\\nWoul 1 God, the Future, held for you,\\nThe hope it holds for them.\\nWould tint your path of life could be,\\nLike theirs, with roses strewn:\\nWould that your thorns, be brushed aside,\\nAs often as their own.\\nWould that the world, which you must face,\\nWere free from this low sin,\\nTo meanly wrong a fellow-man.\\nFor darkness of his skin.\\nI look me deep into thine eyes;\\nMy love is mixed with grief;\\nTo think that naught, within my power,\\nCan later, bring relief.\\nBut pure and sportive little boy,\\nWhen time his trials lend,\\nThink not that you are destitute;\\nIn me you have a friend.\\n86", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nA WINTER NIGHT.\\nT^HE night is cold and frosty;\\nThe leaden clouds have flown;\\nThe air is pure and bracing,\\nAnd the moon shines out alone.\\nThe earth is wrapt in whiteness;\\nThe hoar-frost on the snow,\\nDoth throw a ray like jewels,\\nIn the moonlight s icy. glow.\\nThe distant sounds ring clearly,\\nUpon the list ning ear;\\nThe earth is live with noises\\nOf the gay world, making cheer.\\nO er some the night spreads pleasure\\nO er some her sorrow broods,\\nA complex mass of people,\\nIn a thousand dif rent moods.\\n87", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "ElHIOPE L\\nAYS.\\nHere is the step elastic\\nWith pulses beating high;\\nThere is the slow and falt iing,\\nFraught with many a heavy sigh.\\nWith smiling face, paternal,\\nAs he the future plan,\\nFor his young and thoughtful children.\\nGoes the happy fam ly man.\\nThe night holds for him, gladness;\\nHis distant welcome light,\\nHis children s gay shouts, coasting\\nSpreads a glamour o er the nigljt.\\nAnd list the merry laughter,\\nIn yonder gliding sleigh;\\nThe clear bell s merry jingle,\\nAnd fiery horses neigh?\\nTis easy for the list ners.\\nWho note their merriment,\\nTo read the fair night s meaning.\\nTo those thoughtless hearts, content.\\n88\\nr\\no", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "EtHIOPE IjAYS.\\nAnd lo, there goes the mourner,\\nIn sable garments drest;\\nBowed down vvitli bitter sorrow\\nO er a dearest fiiend bereft.\\nTo him the moon shines coldly;\\nThe mirth that s to him blown,\\nIs but a harsh reminder,\\nThat he sadly grieves alone.\\nLikewise in yonder prison,\\nThe moonlight through the grates,\\nStirs sad dreams m the guilty.\\nOf the doom, that he awaits.\\nOh night! possessed by many.\\nEach in a dif rent mood,\\nI v/aver in my singing.\\nTo regard thee bad or good.\\nBut may the briglitness gleaming,\\nA worthy symbol prove.\\nTo the desolate and restless,\\nOf radiant heav nly love.\\n89", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nTHE CONSUMPTIVE.\\nI HAVE traveled, I have traveled,\\nOver land and over sea;\\nI ve consulted skilled physicians,\\nY^t t was vain, they helped not me.\\nI am dying of consumption;\\nOh my God can this be true?\\nI, so fresh, so young, so hopeful,\\nPass away like morning dew?\\nCan I give up all life s pleasures.\\nThat 1 now, would fain enjoy?\\nGive them up resign and waiting,\\nSay, Thy will be done, oh Lord?\\nWhy should I, oh God be taken?\\nI with such an aim in view;\\nWhen there Ve scores of youths about me,\\nShunning tasks, I d gladly do.\\n90", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nYet I m dying! Yes I m dying!\\nDay by day my end draws near;\\nSt?-ange indeed this living body,\\nSoon will be the clod s compeer.\\nr \\\\j\\nGrowing weaker, ever weaker,\\nNearer draws the reaper by.\\nTill methinks, I see fiis sickle,\\nBy which stroke I soon shall die.\\nYes must die the time approaches;\\nAnd I feel tiie time is nigh;\\nOh G )d hush my vain complaining!\\nGive submission, Oh M jst High!\\nOh, tis snid thou lov st thy children;\\nAnd that thou art always ni:;ii;\\nFree me from this dread of d\\\\ing.\\nGive me peace before I die!\\nThou knowst best why thou hast called me.\\nFrom the field that s partly sown;\\nI resign; thy love liath saved me;\\nTake oh lake me for thine own.\\n91", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "JEthiope Lays.\\nYes, oh Lord thy love hath saved me\\nNumbered me among thy blest;\\nMade a wretch like me thy jewel;\\nOpe d the door to let me in.\\nLet me in to sing thy praises;\\nShare thy loved ones sweetest boon\\nLet me in, to cease from sinning;\\nI am blest to die so soon.\\n92", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nADDRESS TO ETHIOPIA.\\nr\\\\H ILL-STARRED Ethiopia\\nMy weak and trampled race!\\nWith fathomless emotion,\\nThy dismal path I trace.\\nThy briglit and stalwart, swarthy, son\u00c2\u00a7,\\nThy meek-eyed daughters, fair,\\nI trace through centuries by-gone,\\nOf misery and despair.\\nThy fath-rs fatheis long were taught;\\nNay, forced by tyrants, bold,\\nTo worship at a mortal shrine,\\nWith humble heart and soul.\\nSo long hath slav ry s blasting hand.\\nO er thee its power swayed.\\nThat now, though freedom sweet is thine,\\nI see thee cowed and dazed.\\n93", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "Ethiope Lays.\\nThe sin is at thy tyrant s door;\\nThe curse is at thine own;\\nAnd e er shall rest upon thy head,\\nTill thou shalt cast it down.\\nOh! rouse thy slumb ring manhood, strong!\\nA foothold boldly earn;\\nAnd scorn thy brothers patronage,\\nWhen he s thy fellow-worm.\\nTear down those idols thou hast built,\\nIn weakness to the proud!\\nKnowest tliou that in thy blindness, dt-ep,\\nThou desecrate thy God?\\nOh rise in union great and strong!\\nHold each black brother, dear;\\nAnd form a nation of thine own,\\nDespite thy tyrant s jeers!\\nWe need not reek in blood and groans,\\nThis is a war within\\nWe need but conquer cow ring self.\\nAnd rise a man with men.\\n94", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "EtHIOPE IjAYS.\\nWhat though our number may be few?\\nHath not the Jews long stood,\\nIn unions strong, mid myriads\\nOf foes, who craved their blood?\\nThen rise, oh fainting Ethiopes!\\nAnd gather up thy strength;\\nFor by repeated efforts, strong,\\nThou It gain thy grounds at length.\\nThe same God hatli created thee,\\nThat did thy fairer brother;\\nThinkst thou, that in His justice, great,\\nHe d prize one bove the other?\\n9S", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "m^^^mm-", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3143", "width": "1999", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "UBRARY...OL.CO||||\\n425 8", "height": "3289", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "ethiopelays00thom_0118.jp2"}}