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Show ~ @1elwme ta ~rs. 1). ~- Sto\\lt, ott qcr ';iJctunt from <turo~e. SHE comes, she comes, o'er the bounding wave, Borne swift as an eagle1s flight ; She comes, the tried friend of the slave,Truth's champion for the right. Not as the blood-stained warrior comes, With shrill-sounding fife and drums; But peaceful by our quiet homes, The conq ucring heroine comes. Then welcome to our Pilgrim shore, Tho' sad affliction* meet thee; Three million welcomes from God's poor, The south winds bear, to greet thee. A WELCOME TO Mns. H. B. STOWE. 185 To thee, with chain-linked hearts we come, Which naught but death can sever, 'l'o thank thee for thy" Uncle Tom," Thy gentle-hearted "Eva." When the crushed slave himself shall own, Three million fetters broken, Shall mount before thee, to the Throne ; 0 f thy true life, the token. Then welcome to our northern hills ; Thy own New Eogland dwelling; The birds, the trees, the sparkling rills, All, are thy welcome swelling. e/~;11:5. RootiJtST£a, ~T. Y., October 19th, 1853. |