“Beams of | noon, like | burning | lances, | through the | tree-tops
| flash and | glisten,
As she | stands be | -fore her | lover, | with raised | face to
| look and | listen.

Dark, but | comely, | like the | maiden | in the | ancient | Jewish
| song,
Scarcely | has the | toil of | task-fields | done her graceful | beauty
| wrong.

He, the | strong one, | and the | manly, | with the | vassal’s
| garb and | hue,
Holding | still his | spirit’s | birthright, | to his | higher | nature
| true;

Hiding | deep the | strengthening | purpose | of a | freeman | in his
| heart,
As the | Greegree | holds his | Fetish | from the | white man’s
| gaze a | -part.

Ever | foremost | of the | toilers, | when the | driver’s | morning
| horn
Calls a | -way to | stifling | millhouse, | or to | fields of
| cane and | corn;

Fall the | keen and | burning | lashes | never | on his | back or
| limb;
Scarce with | look or | word of | censure, | turns the | driver | unto
| him.

Yet his | brow is | always | thoughtful, | and his | eye is | hard and
| stern;
Slavery’s | last and | humblest | lesson | he has | never
| deigned to | learn.”

“And, at evening | when his | comrades | dance be | -fore their
| master’s | door,
Folding arms and | knitting | forehead, | stands he | silent | ever
|-more.

God be | praised for | every  instinct | which re | -bels a | -gainst a
| lot
Where the | brute sur |-vives the | human, | and man’s | upright
| form is | not!”
—­J.  G. WHITTIER:  National Era, and other Newspapers, Jan. 1848.

Example IV.—­“The Present Crisis”—­Two Stanzas out of sixteen.

“Once to | every | man and | nation | comes the | moment | to de
|-cide,
In the | strife of | Truth with | Falsehood, | for the | good or | evil
| side;
Some great | cause, God’s | new Mes |-siah, | offering | each the
| bloom or | blight,
Parts the | goats up | -on the | left hand, | and the | sheep up
| -on the | right,
And the | choice goes | by for | -ever |’twixt that | darkness
| and that | light.

Have ye | chosen, | O my | people, | on whose | party | ye shall
| stand,
Ere the | Doom from | its worn | sandals | shakes the | dust a
| -gainst our | land? 
Though the | cause of | evil | prosper, | yet the | Truth a | -lone is
| strong,
And, al | beit she | wander | outcast | now, I | see a | -round her
| throng
Troops of | beauti | -ful tall | angels | to en | -shield her
| from all | wrong.” 
JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL:  Liberator, September 4th, 1846.

Example V.—­The Season of Love.—­A short Extract.