When the crushed slave himself shall own,
Three million fetters broken,
Shall mount before thee, to the Throne;
Of thy true life, the token.
Then welcome to our northern hills;
Thy own New England dwelling;
The birds, the trees, the sparkling rills,
All, are thy welcome swelling.
(signature) Joseph C. Holly.
Rochester, N. Y., October 19th, 1853.
FOOTNOTES:
[6] The sickness of her daughter.