This truth, more beautiful than all beside, That He, whose name is Love, and from whose heart, As from a living and immortal root, The whole fair universe hath budded forth, Hath granted him the high and holy right To call him “Father”--So all things speak God’s Fatherhood, and _Brotherhood_ of man. _H. M. P._ Not with the flashing steel, Not with the cannon’s peal, Nor stir of drum; But in the bonds of love, Our white flag floats above; Its emblem is the dove,-- Thus we come. Oh, then! in God’s great name, Let each pure spirit’s flame Burn bright and clear; Stand firmly in your lot, Cry ye aloud, doubt not, Be every fear forgot, Christ leads us here. So shall earth’s distant lands, In happy, holy bands, One _brotherhood_, Together rise and sing, Gifts to one altar bring, And heaven’s eternal King Pronounce it good. _Elnathan Davis._ In these romantic regions man grows wild: Here dwells the Negro, nature’s outcast child; Scorned by his _brethren_; but his mother’s eye, That gazes on him from her warmest sky, Sees in his flexile limbs untutored grace, Power on his forehead, beauty in his face; Sees in his breast, where lawless passions rove, The heart of friendship, and the home of love; Sees in his mind, where desolation reigns, Fierce as his clime, uncultured as his plains, A soil where virtue’s fairest flowers might shoot, And trees of science bend with glorious fruit; Sees in his soul, involved in thickest night, An emanation of eternal light, Ordained,’midst sinking worlds, his dust to fire, And shine for ever when the stars expire. Is he not man, though Knowledge never shed Her quickening beams on his neglected head? Is he not man, though sweet Religion’s voice Ne’er made the mourner in his God rejoice? Is he not man, by sin and suffering tried? Is he not man, for whom the Saviour died? Belie the Negro’s powers:--in headlong will, Christian! thy _brother_ thou shalt prove him still: Belie his virtues; since his wrongs began, His follies and his crimes have stamped him man. _J. Montgomery._ For God, who made this teeming earth so full, And made the proud dependent on the dull-- The strong upon the weak, thereby would show One common bond should link us all below. _Mrs. Norton._