More glorious yet, as suns which never set, You are more loved by me Ye emblems of the Free. All earth of the beautiful is full. Beautiful the streams which leave the rural vales, Fringed with scarlet berries and leafy green! O world of colors infinite, and lines of ever-varying grace, How by sea and shore art thou.ever beautiful! But the torrent rushing by, and the eagle in the sky, The Alpine heights of snow where man does never go, More lovely are to me, For they are Free. Beautiful is man, and yet more beautiful Of place or gold, still beautiful. But this must fade 1. Only the soul, grows never old: They most agree, who most are free: Liberty is the food of love! To the Editor of the "Autographs for Freedom." DEAR MADAM,— If the enclosed paragraph from a speech of mine delivered in May last, at the anniversary meeting of the American and Foreign Anti-Slavery Society, shall be deemed suited to the pages of the forthcoming annual, please accept it as my contribution. With great respect, Frederick Douglass ROCHESTER, November, 1853. No Extract. colored man, with any nervous sensibility, can stand before an American audience without an intense and painful sense of the disadvantages imposed by his color. He feels little borne up by that brotherly sympathy and generous enthusiasm, which give wings to the eloquence, and strength to the hearts of other men, who advocate other and more popular causes. The ground which a colored man occupies in this country is, every inch of it, sternly |