ODE TO ETHIOPIA
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Mother Race! to thee I bringThis pledge of faith unwavering,This tribute to thy glory.I know the pangs which thou didst feel,When Slavery crushed thee with its heel,With thy dear blood all gory. Sad days were those--ah, sad indeed!But through the land the fruitful seedOf better times was growing.The plant of freedom upward sprung,And spread its leaves so fresh and young--Its blossoms now are blowing. On every hand in this fair land,Proud Ethiope's swarthy children standBeside their fairer neighbor;The forests flee before their stroke,Their hammers ring, their forges smoke,--They stir in honest labour. They tread the fields where honour calls;Their voices sound through senate hallsIn majesty and power.To right they cling; the hymns they singUp to the skies in beauty ring,And bolder grow each hour. Be proud, my Race, in mind and soul;Thy name is writ on Glory's scrollIn characters of fire.High 'mid the clouds of Fame's bright skyThy banner's blazoned folds now fly,And truth shall lift them higher. Thou hast the right to noble pride,Whose spotless robes were purifiedBy blood's severe baptism.Upon thy brow the cross was laid,And labour's painful sweat-beads madeA consecrating chrism. No other race, or white or black,When bound as thou wert, to the rack,So seldom stooped to grieving;No other race, when free again,Forgot the past and proved them menSo noble in forgiving. Go on and up! Our souls and eyesShall follow thy continuous rise;Our ears shall list thy storyFrom bards who from thy root shall spring,And proudly tune their lyres to singOf Ethiopia's glory.
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