But in our Heavenly Father's sight,
He is as dear as you.

C

C is the Cotton-field, to which
This injured brother's driven,
When, as the white-man's _slave_, he toils,
From early morn till even.

D

D is the Driver, cold and stern,
Who follows, whip in hand,
To punish those who dare to rest,
Or disobey command.

E

E is the Eagle, soaring high;
An emblem of the free;
But while we chain our brother man,
_Our_ type he cannot be.

F

F is the heart-sick Fugitive,
The slave who runs away,
And travels through the dreary night,
But hides himself by day.