Freedom ! a nursling of the North,
Rock'd in the arms of stormy pines,
On fond adventure wander'd forth
Where south the sun superbly shines ;
The prospect shone so bright and fair,
She dreamt her home was there, was there.
She lodged 'neath many a gilded roof,
They gave her praise in many a hall,
Their kindness check'd the free reproof,
Her heart dictated to let fall ;
She heard the Negro's helpless prayer,
And felt her home could not be there.
She sought through rich savannas green,
And in the proud palmetto grove,
But where her altar should have been
She found nor liberty nor love ;
A cloud came o'er her forhead fail*,
She found no shrine to Freedom there.
Back to her native scenes she turn'd,
Back to the hardy, kindly North,
Where bright aloft the pole-star burn'd,
"Where stood her shrine by every hearth ;
" Back to the North I will repair,"
The goddess cried ; " my home is there !"