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Title: Autographs for freedom
Year: 1854 (1850s)
Authors: Griffiths, Julia, -1895 Rochester Ladies' Anti-slavery Society
Subjects: Slavery
Publisher: Auburn, Alden, Beardsley & Co. Rochester, Wanzer, Beardsley & Co.
Contributing Library: Wellesley College Library
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Geebit S)viith. 10* 0 ! WHAT a strange thing is the human heart! With its youth, and its joy and fear !It doats upon creatures that day-dreams impart,—Full sorely it grieves when their beauties depart, And weeps bitter tears over their bier. The veriest gleamings that dart into birth,Eeveal to its beino; of li2:ht: o o The dimliest shadows that flit upon earth,Allure it, with promise of pleasure and mirthIn a country, where never is night. It leaves the sure things of its own real home. To pursue the mere phantoms of thought!Well knowing, that certain, there soon must come,An end to the visions, that so gladsome,It bewilderd, has eagerly sought.
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Hope and Confidence. 227 It fleetli the wholesome prose of life, With its riches all sure and told:And scorning the beauties, that calmly in strifeTruth fashions, it longs for the things all rife With glitter, and color, and gold. It buildeth its home ^neath an ever calm sky, Near streams wherein crown-jewels sleep,—And there it reposeth : while soothingly nigh,Some loved one, perchance, doth most wooingly sigh,As the zephyrs ail full-laden creep. Thus it musingly wasteth its strength, in dreams Of bliss, that can never prove true:And ever it revels amid what seems,A paradise smiling with Hopes warm beams, And flowers all spangled wdth dew. But, even as flowers are broken and fade. And yield up their perfumes—their souls,—So vanish the colors of which dreams are made,—So perish the structures on which Hope is staid,And the treasures to which the heart holds^ 228 Hope and Coxfidexce. In vain does it follow tlie wandering forms That promise, yet always recede :—Too briefly the

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