The Grave of the Slave + 

The cold storms of winter shall chill him no more, + 

His woes and his sorrows, his pains are all o’er; + 

The sod of the valley now covers his form, + 

He is safe in his last home, he feels not the storm. + 

The poor slave is laid all unheeded and lone, + 

Where the rich and the poor find a permanent home; + 

Not his master can rouse him with voice of command; + 

He knows not, he hears not, his cruel demand. + 

Not a tear, not a sigh to embalm his cold tomb, + 

No friend to lament him, no child to bemoan; + 

Not a stone marks the place, where he peacefully lies, + 

The earth for his pillow, his curtain the skies. + 

Poor slave! shall we sorrow that death was thy friend, + 

The last, and the kindest, that heaven could send? + 

The grave to the weary is welcomed and blest; + 

And death, to the captive, is freedom and rest. + 