“Torn from my Mother’s aching breast,
“My Tyrant sought my love—
“But, in the Grave shall Zelma rest,
“E’er she will faithless prove—
“No Draco!—Thy companion I will be
“To that celestial realm, where Negroes shall be free!
XIII.
“The Tyrant WHITE MAN taught my mind—
“The letter’d page to trace;—
“He taught me in the Soul to find