Never wedding, ever wooing, Still a lovelorn heart pursuing, Read you not the wrong you're doing In my cheek's pale hue? All my life with sorrow strewing; Wed or cease to woo.

He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe.

What though my winged hours of bliss have been, Like angel visits, few and far between.

Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a name.

Who hail thee, Man! the pilgrim of the day, spouse of the worm, and brother of the clay.

Better be courted and jilted Than never be courted at all.

United States, your banner wears Two emblems--one of fame; Alas! the other that it bears Reminds us of your shame. Your banner's constellation types White freedom with its stars, But what's the meaning of the stripes? They mean your negroes' scars.