He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe.
the soul of conversation is sympathy
Oh, how hard it is to find The one just suited to our mind!
But sad as angels for the good man's sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in.
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.
The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree.