Title:  The Anti-Slavery Alphabet

Author:  Anonymous

Release Date:  June 17, 2005 [EBook #16081]

Language:  English

Character set encoding:  ASCII

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The
anti-slavery
alphabet.

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“In the morning sow thy seed.”

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Philadelphia: 
Printed for the anti-slavery fair.
1847.

Merrihew & Thompson, Printers, 7 Carter’s alley.

TO OUR LITTLE READERS.

Listen, little children, all,
Listen to our earnest call: 
You are very young, ’tis true,
But there’s much that you can do. 
Even you can plead with men
That they buy not slaves again,
And that those they have may be
Quickly set at liberty. 
They may hearken what you say,
Though from us they turn away. 
Sometimes, when from school you walk,
You can with your playmates talk,
Tell them of the slave child’s fate,
Motherless and desolate. 
And you can refuse to take
Candy, sweetmeat, pie or cake,
Saying “no”—­unless ’tis free—­
“The slave shall not work for me.” 
Thus, dear little children, each
May some useful lesson teach;
Thus each one may help to free
This fair land from slavery.

A

    A is an Abolitionist—­
      A man who wants to free
    The wretched slave—­and give to all
      An equal liberty.

B

    B is a Brother with a skin
      Of somewhat darker hue,
    But in our Heavenly Father’s sight,
      He is as dear as you.

C

    C is the Cotton-field, to which
      This injured brother’s driven,
    When, as the white-man’s slave, he toils,
      From early morn till even.

D

    D is the Driver, cold and stern,
      Who follows, whip in hand,
    To punish those who dare to rest,
      Or disobey command.

E

    E is the Eagle, soaring high;
      An emblem of the free;
    But while we chain our brother man,
      Our type he cannot be.

F

    F is the heart-sick Fugitive,
      The slave who runs away,
    And travels through the dreary night,
      But hides himself by day.