G

    G is the Gong, whose rolling sound,
      Before the morning light,
    Calls up the little sleeping slave,
      To labor until night.

H

    H is the Hound his master trained,
      And called to scent the track
    Of the unhappy Fugitive,
      And bring him trembling back.

I

    I is the Infant, from the arms
      Of its fond mother torn,
    And, at a public auction, sold
      With horses, cows, and corn.

J

    J is the Jail, upon whose floor
      That wretched mother lay,
    Until her cruel master came,
      And carried her away.

K

    K is the Kidnapper, who stole
      That little child and mother—­
    Shrieking, it clung around her, but
      He tore them from each other.

L

    L is the Lash, that brutally
      He swung around its head,
    Threatening that “if it cried again,
      He’d whip it till ’twas dead.”

M

    M is the Merchant of the north,
      Who buys what slaves produce—­
    So they are stolen, whipped and worked,
      For his, and for our use.

N

    N is the Negro, rambling free
      In his far distant home,
    Delighting ‘neath the palm trees’ shade
      And cocoa-nut to roam.

O

    O is the Orange tree, that bloomed
      Beside his cabin door,
    When white men stole him from his home
      To see it never more.

P

    P is the Parent, sorrowing,
      And weeping all alone—­
    The child he loved to lean upon,
      His only son, is gone!

Q

    Q is the Quarter, where the slave
      On coarsest food is fed,
    And where, with toil and sorrow worn,
      He seeks his wretched bed.

R

    R is the “Rice-swamp, dank and lone,”
      Where, weary, day by day,
    He labors till the fever wastes
      His strength and life away.

S

    S is the Sugar, that the slave
      Is toiling hard to make,
    To put into your pie and tea,
      Your candy, and your cake.

T

    T is the rank Tobacco plant,
      Raised by slave labor too: 
    A poisonous and nasty thing,
      For gentlemen to chew.

U

    U is for Upper Canada,
      Where the poor slave has found
    Rest after all his wanderings,
      For it is British ground!