Hoke Beidler's poems . aithful to my family in my absence. Whatever war determine for the white man, theblack man shall be protected, slave or free, by his goodmaster. May God help the right whatever shall be the result-God bless our FA THER S A DDR ESS. My fourteenth year its zenith crossed, The day he bid farewell;When kissing mother, Leaf and me— In arms, dear sister Belle. A burning tear fell on my cheekWhen fathers lips mine pressed; It ever glistens in my mind,But burns within my breast. He mounted gallop Gray in waved his last adieu; In rapid gait he crossed the p
Hoke Beidler's poems . aithful to my family in my absence. Whatever war determine for the white man, theblack man shall be protected, slave or free, by his goodmaster. May God help the right whatever shall be the result-God bless our FA THER S A DDR ESS. My fourteenth year its zenith crossed, The day he bid farewell;When kissing mother, Leaf and me— In arms, dear sister Belle. A burning tear fell on my cheekWhen fathers lips mine pressed; It ever glistens in my mind,But burns within my breast. He mounted gallop Gray in waved his last adieu; In rapid gait he crossed the plainsAnd quickly passed from view. The gallop of his noble horse The valley echoed clear,Its dying sound in distance heard. Increased the household tear. The slaves departed for their work In sadness; some in broken-hearted in despair. In revery of fears. 29 FA THERS ADDRESS. No masters chain weighed down their limbs,. No galling yoke oppressed;They loved my father from a boy, Whose kindness they MOTHER AFTER THE LAST HORSESHOESECHO DIED IH THE DISTAHCE. CANTO VII. THEN mother called me to her side,To tell me playtimes earth is drinking brothers blood,Red war is marching fast. The skies have lost their azure w^inds have learned to sigh, All nature seems convulsed in hawks affrighted fly; And weeping willows lowly bend. The mighty oaks grow pale;The hemlock wears a sallow hue. And Pavos feathers AFTER THE LAST ECHOES To-night your father takes command To strike for home and slave;Our life and honor hell protect, Or fill an honored grave. To-night his sword shall strike the foe, Kind Heaven guide his arm,And give him strength to draw the blade, But shield him from all harm. To-night your gallant father meets To measure prow and pray the stars for him dilate A special constant light. To-night two armies stand as walls That time must crumble many thousand each may slay. Who oft as kindred met! The war, wh
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