Life and Times of Frederick Douglass (1892) — Chapter 13

'Gone, gone, sold and gone,To the rice-swamp dank and lone;Where the slave-whip ceaseless swings,Where the noisome insect stings,Where the fever-demon strewsPoison with the falling dews,Where the sickly sunbeams glareThrough the hot and misty air:—

Gone, gone, sold and gone,To the rice-swamp, dank and lone,From Virginia’s hills and waters—Woe is me, my stolen daughters!'