Summarize
gone, gone,—sold and gone,
to the rice-swamp dank and lone.
from the tree whose shadow lay
on their childhood’s place of play;
from the cool spring where they drank;
rock, and hill, and rivulet bank;
from the solemn house of prayer,
and the holy counsels there;
gone, gone,—sold and gone,
to the rice-swamp dank and lone,
from virginia’s hills and waters;
woe is me, my stolen daughters!