An Acrostic, H. B. S. Poem by Benjamin Cutler Clark

Hast thou, kind lady, broach'd a theme, -
A cord that's reach'd the human soul,
(Round which there hangs a hazy dream,)
Resistlessly from pole to pole?
Indeed, though thou art still accus'd,
E'en when thou'rt call'd from earth away,
Thy 'Cabin' oft will be perus'd


By thousands at some future day;
E'en now, in almost ev'ry place,
Earnest and swift thy plea is sent,
Calling - appealing to thy race.
Hear! hear! the captive's sad lament!
Enamour'd by thy sparkling wit,
Reluctant Truth has been confess'd:


Slav'ry has been pronounc'd unfit
To be supported or caress'd!
Our thanks we tender unto thee -
Welcome thy 'Cabin' and thy 'Key,'
Exposing sin and slavery!