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diff --git a/.gitattributes b/.gitattributes new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6833f05 --- /dev/null +++ b/.gitattributes @@ -0,0 +1,3 @@ +* text=auto +*.txt text +*.md text diff --git a/22089-8.txt b/22089-8.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6b3354a --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-8.txt @@ -0,0 +1,6078 @@ +The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Liberty Minstrel, by George W. Clark + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Liberty Minstrel + +Author: George W. Clark + +Release Date: July 16, 2007 [EBook #22089] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE LIBERTY MINSTREL *** + + + + +Produced by Carlo Traverso, collective PM for music, Linda +Cantoni, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +http://www.pgdp.net. (This file was produced from images +generously made available by the Library of Congress.) +Music transcribed by Linda Cantoni and the PGDP Music Team. + + + + + + + + + +THE + +LIBERTY MINSTREL. + + +[Illustration] + + + "When the striving of surges + Is mad on the main, + Like the charge of a column + Of plumes on the plain, + When the thunder is up + From his cloud cradled sleep + And the tempest is treading + The paths of the deep-- + There is beauty. But where is the beauty to see, + Like the sun-brilliant brow of a nation when free?" + + +BY + +GEO. W. CLARK. + + +NEW-YORK: + +LEAVITT & ALDEN, 7 CORNHILL, BOSTON: SAXTON & MILES, 205 +BROADWAY, N.Y.: MYRON FINCH, 120 NASSAU ST., N.Y.: +JACKSON & CHAPLIN, 38 DEAN ST., ALBANY, N.Y.: +JACKSON & CHAPLIN, CORNER GENESSEE AND +MAIN ST., UTICA, N.Y. + +1844. + +Entered according to act of Congress, in the year 1844, by + +GEORGE W. CLARK, + +In the Clerk's office of the District Court of the Southern District +of New York. + +S.W. BENEDICT & CO. +MUSIC STEREOTYPERS AND PRINTERS, +16 _Spruce St._ N.Y. + + + + +PREFACE. + + +All creation is musical--all nature speaks the language of song. + + 'There's music in the sighing of a reed, + There's music in the gushing of a rill; + There's music in _all things_, if man had ears; + The _earth_ is but an _echo_ of the spheres.' + +And who is not moved by music? "Who ever despises music," says Martin +Luther, "I am displeased with him." + + 'There is a charm--a power that sways the breast, + Bids every passion revel, or be still; + Inspires with rage, or all our cares dissolves; + Can soothe _destruction_, and _almost soothes despair_.' + +That music is capable of accomplishing vast good, and that it is a +source of the most elevated and refined enjoyment when rightly +cultivated and practiced, no one who understands its power or has +observed its effects, will for a moment deny. + + 'Thou, O music! canst assuage the pain and heal the wound + That hath defied the skill of sager comforters; + Thou dost restrain each wild emotion, + Thou dost the rage of fiercest passions chill, + Or lightest up the flames of holy fire, + As through the soul thy strains harmonious thrill. + +Who does not desire to see the day when music in this country, +_cultivated and practised by_ ALL--music of a chaste, refined and +elevated style, shall go forth with its angel voice, like a spirit of +love upon the wind, exerting upon all classes of society a rich and +healthful moral influence. When its wonderful power shall be made to +subserve every righteous cause--to aid every humane effort for the +promotion of man's social, civil and religious well-being. + +It has been observed by travellers, that after a short residence in +almost any of the cities of the eastern world, one would fancy "every +second person a musician." During the night, the streets of these +cities, particularly Rome, the capitol of Italy, are filled with all +sorts of minstrelsy, and the ear is agreeably greeted with a perpetual +confluence of sweet sounds. A Scotch traveller, in passing through one +of the most delightful villas of Rome, overheard a stonemason chanting +something in a strain of peculiar melancholy; and on inquiry, +ascertained it to be the "_Lament of Tasso_." He soon learned that +this celebrated piece was familiar to all the common people. Torquato +Tasso was an Italian poet of great merit, who was for many years +deprived of liberty, and subjected to severe trials and misfortunes by +the jealousy and cruelty of his patron, the Duke of Ferrara. That +master-piece of music, so justly admired and so much sung by the high +and low throughout all Italy, had its origin in the wrongs of Tasso. +An ardent love of humanity--a deep consciousness of the injustice of +slavery--a heart full of sympathy for the oppressed, and a due +appreciation of the blessings of freedom, has given birth to the +poetry comprising this volume. I have long desired to see these +sentiments of love, of sympathy, of justice and humanity, so +beautifully expressed in poetic measure, embalmed in sweet music; so +that _all the people_--the rich, the poor, the young, and the old, who +have hearts to feel, and tongues to move, may sing of the wrongs of +slavery, and the blessings of liberty, until every human being shall +recognise in his fellow an _equal_;--"a MAN and a BROTHER." Until by +familiarity with these sentiments, and their influence upon their +_hearts_, _the people_, whose _duty it is_, shall "undo the heavy +burdens and let the oppressed go free." + +I announced, sometime since, my intention of publishing such a work. +Many have been impatiently waiting its appearance. I should have been +glad to have issued it and scattered it like leaves of the forest over +the land, long ago, but circumstances which I could not control, have +prevented. I purpose to enlarge the work from time to time, as +circumstances may require. + +Let associations of singers, having the love of liberty in their +hearts, be immediately formed in every community. Let them study +thoroughly, and make themselves perfectly familiar with both the +poetry and the music, and enter into the _sentiment_ of the piece they +perform, that they may _impress it_ upon their hearers. Above all +things, let the enunciation of every word be _clear_ and _distinct_. +Most of the singing of the present day, is entirely too artificial, +stiff and mechanical. It should be easy and natural; flowing directly +from the soul of the performer, without affectation or display; and +then singing will answer its true end, and not only please the _ear_, +but affect and improve the _heart_. + +To the true friends of universal freedom, the LIBERTY MINSTREL is +respectfully dedicated. + +G.W. CLARK. + +NEW YORK, Oct. 1844. + + + + +THE + +LIBERTY MINSTREL. + + + + +GONE, SOLD AND GONE. + +Words by Whittier. Music by G.W. Clark. + + +[Music] + + 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 strews +Poison with the falling dews, +Where the sickly sunbeams glare +Through 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! + + Gone, gone--sold and gone, + To the rice-swamp dank and lone, +There no mother's eye is near them, +There no mother's ear can hear them; +Never when the torturing lash +Seams their back with many a gash, +Shall a mother's kindness bless them, +Or a mother's arms caress them. + Gone, gone--sold and gone, + To the rice-swamp dank and lone, + From Virginia's hills and waters, + Woe is me my stolen daughters! + + Gone, gone--sold and gone, + To the rice-swamp dank and lone, +Oh, when weary, sad, and slow, +From the fields at night they go, +Faint with toil, and rack'd with pain, +To their cheerless homes again-- +There no brother's voice shall greet them-- +There no father's welcome meet them.--_Gone, &c._ + + 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, &c._ + + Gone, gone--sold and gone, + To the rice-swamp dank and lone, +Toiling through the weary day, +And at night the Spoiler's prey; +Oh, that they had earlier died, +Sleeping calmly, side by side, +Where the tyrant's power is o'er, +And the fetter galls no more!--_Gone, &c._ + + Gone, gone--sold and gone, + To the rice-swamp dank and lone, +By the holy love He beareth-- +By the bruised reed He spareth-- +Oh, may He, to whom alone +All their cruel wrongs are known, +Still their hope and refuge prove, +With a more than mother's love.--_Gone, &c._ + + + + +WHAT MEANS THAT SAD AND DISMAL LOOK? + +Words by Geo. Russell. Arranged from "Near the Lake," by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +What means that sad and dismal look, + And why those falling tears? +No voice is heard, no word is spoke, + Yet nought but grief appears. + +Ah! Mother, hast thou ever known + The pain of parting ties? +Was ever infant from thee torn + And sold before thine eyes? + +Say, would not grief _thy_ bosom swell? + _Thy_ tears like rivers flow? +Should some rude ruffian seize and sell + The child thou lovest so? + +There's feeling in a _Mother's_ breast, + Though _colored_ be her skin! +And though at Slavery's foul behest, + She must not weep for kin. + +I had a lovely, smiling child, + It sat upon my knee; +And oft a tedious hour beguiled, + With merry heart of glee. + +That child was from my bosom torn, + And sold before my eyes; +With outstretched arms, and looks forlorn, + It uttered piteous cries. + +Mother! dear Mother!--take, O take + Thy helpless little one! +Ah! then I thought my heart would break; + My child--my child was gone. + +Long, long ago, my child they stole, + But yet my grief remains; +These tears flow freely--and my soul + In bitterness complains. + +Then ask not why "my dismal look," + Nor why my "falling tears," +Such wrongs, what human heart can brook? + No hope for me appears. + + + + +The Slave Boy's Wish. + +BY ELIZA LEE FOLLEN. + + +I wish I was that little bird, + Up in the bright blue sky; +That sings and flies just where he will, + And no one asks him why. + +I wish I was that little brook, + That runs so swift along; +Through pretty flowers and shining stones, + Singing a merry song. + +I wish I was that butterfly, + Without a thought or care; +Sporting my pretty, brilliant wings, + Like a flower in the air. + +I wish I was that wild, wild deer, + I saw the other day; +Who swifter than an arrow flew, + Through the forest far away. + +I wish I was that little cloud, + By the gentle south wind driven; +Floating along, so free and bright, + Far, far up into heaven. + +I'd rather be a cunning fox, + And hide me in a cave; +I'd rather be a savage wolf, + Than what I am--a slave. + +My mother calls me her good boy, + My father calls me brave; +What wicked action have I done, + That I should be a slave. + +I saw my little sister sold, + So will they do to me; +My Heavenly Father, let me die, + For then I shall be free. + + + + +THE BEREAVED FATHER. + +Words by Miss Chandler. Music by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +Ye've gone from me, my gentle ones! + With all your shouts of mirth; +A silence is within my walls, + A darkness round my hearth, + A darkness round my hearth. + +Woe to the hearts that heard, unmoved, + The mother's anguish'd shriek! +And mock'd, with taunting scorn, the tears + That bathed a father's cheek. + +Woe to the hands that tore you hence, + My innocent and good! +Not e'en the tigress of the wild, + Thus tears her fellow's brood. + +I list to hear your soft sweet tones, + Upon the morning air; +I gaze amidst the twilight's gloom, + As if to find you there. + +But you no more come bounding forth + To meet me in your glee; +And when the evening shadows fall, + Ye are not at my knee. + +Your forms are aye before my eyes, + Your voices on my ear, +And all things wear a thought of you, + But you no more are here. + +You were the glory of my life, + My blessing and my pride! +I half forgot the name of slave, + When you were by my side! + +Woe for your lot, ye doom'd ones! woe + A seal is on your fate! +And shame, and toil, and wretchedness, + On all your steps await! + + + + +SLAVE GIRL MOURNING HER FATHER. + +Parodied from Mrs. Sigourney by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +They say I was but four years old + When father was sold away; +Yet I have never seen his face + Since that sad parting day. +He went where brighter flowrets grow + Beneath the Southern skies; +Oh who will show me on the map + Where that far country lies? + +I begged him, "father, do not go! + For, since my mother died, +I love no one so well as you;" + And, clinging to his side, +The tears came gushing down my cheeks + Until my eyes were dim; +Some were in sorrow for the dead, + And _some_ in love for him. + +He knelt and prayed of God above, + "My little daughter spare, +And let us both here meet again, + O keep her in thy care." +He does not come!--I watch for him + At evening twilight grey, +Till every shadow wears his shape, + Along the grassy way. + +I muse and listen all alone, + When stormy winds are high, +And think I hear his tender tone, + And call, but no reply; +And so I've done these four long years, + Without a friend or home, +Yet every dream of hope is vain,-- + Why don't my father come? + +Father--dear father, are you sick, + Upon a stranger shore?-- +The people say it must be so-- + O send to me once more, +And let your little daughter come, + To soothe your restless bed, +And hold the cordial to your lips, + And press your aching head. + +Alas!--I fear me he is dead!-- + Who will my trouble share? +Or tell me where his form is laid, + And let me travel there? +By mother's tomb I love to sit, + Where the green branches wave; +Good people! help a friendless child + To find her father's grave. + + + + +The Slave and her Babe. + +WORDS BY CHARLOTTE ELIZABETH. + +"Can a woman forget her sucking child?" + +_Air--"Slave Girl mourning her Father."_ + + +O, massa, let me stay, to catch + My baby's sobbing breath; +His little glassy eye to watch, + And smooth his limbs in death, +And cover him with grass and leaf, + Beneath the plantain tree! +It is not sullenness, but grief-- + O, massa, pity me! + +God gave me babe--a precious boon, + To cheer my lonely heart, +But massa called to work too soon, + And I must needs depart. +The morn was chill--I spoke no word, + But feared my babe might die, +And heard all day, or thought I heard, + My little baby cry. + +At noon--O, how I ran! and took + My baby to my breast! +I lingered--and the long lash broke + My sleeping infant's rest. +I worked till night--till darkest night, + In torture and disgrace; +Went home, and watched till morning light, + To see my baby's face. + +The fulness from its cheek was gone, + The sparkle from its eye; +Now hot, like fire, now cold, like stone, + I _knew_ my babe must die. +I worked upon plantation ground, + Though faint with woe and dread, +Then ran, or flew, and here I found-- + See massa, almost dead. + +Then give me but one little hour-- + O! do not lash me so! +One little hour--one little hour-- + And gratefully I'll go. +Ah me! the whip has cut my boy, + I heard his feeble scream; +No more--farewell my only joy, + My life's first gladsome dream! + +I lay thee on the lonely sod, + The heaven is bright above; +These Christians boast they have a God, + And say his name is Love: +O gentle, loving God, look down! + My dying baby see; +The mercy that from earth is flown, + Perhaps may dwell with THEE! + + + + +THE NEGRO'S APPEAL. + +Words by Cowper. Tune--"Isle of Beauty." + + +[Music] + +Forced from home and all its pleasures, + Afric's coast I left forlorn; +To increase a stranger's treasures, + O'er the raging billows borne. +Christian people bought and sold me, + Paid my price in paltry gold: +But though slave they have enrolled me + _Minds_ are never to be sold. + +Is there, as ye sometimes tell me, + Is there one who reigns on high? +Has he bid you buy and sell me, + Speaking from his throne--the sky? +Ask him, if your knotted scourges, + Matches, blood-extorting screws, +Are the means that duty urges + Agents of his will to use. + +Hark! he answers--wild tornadoes, + Strewing yonder sea with wrecks, +Wasting towns, plantations, meadows, + Are the voice with which he speaks. +He, foreseeing what vexations + Afric's sons should undergo, +Fixed their tyrant's habitations, + Where his whirlwinds answer--No! + +By our blood in Afric' wasted, + Ere our necks received the chain; +By the miseries that we tasted, + Crossing in your barks the main: +By our sufferings, since ye brought us + To the man-degrading mart, +All sustained by patience, taught us + Only by a broken heart-- + +Deem our nation brutes no longer, + Till some reason ye shall find, +Worthier of regard and stronger + Than the _color_ of our kind. +Slaves of gold! whose sordid dealings + Tarnish all your boasted powers; +Prove that you have human feelings, + Ere you proudly question ours. + + + + +NEGRO BOY SOLD FOR A WATCH.[1] + +[Footnote 1: An African prince having arrived in England, and having +been asked what he had given for his watch, answered, "What I will +never give again--I gave a fine boy for it."] + +Words by Cowper. Arranged by G.W.C. from an old theme. + + +[Music] + +When avarice enslaves the mind, + And selfish views alone bear sway +Man turns a savage to his kind, + And blood and rapine mark his way. +Alas! for this poor simple toy, + I sold the hapless Negro boy. + +His father's hope, his mother's pride, + Though black, yet comely to the view +I tore him helpless from their side, + And gave him to a ruffian crew-- +To fiends that Afric's coast annoy, + I sold the hapless Negro Boy. + +From country, friends, and parents torn, + His tender limbs in chains confined, +I saw him o'er the billows borne, + And marked his agony of mind; +But still to gain this simple toy, + I gave the weeping Negro Boy. + +In isles that deck the western wave + I doomed the hapless youth to dwell, +A poor, forlorn, insulted slave! + A BEAST THAT CHRISTIANS BUY AND SELL! +And in their cruel tasks employ + The much-enduring Negro Boy. + +His wretched parents long shall mourn, + Shall long explore the distant main +In hope to see the youth return; + But all their hopes and sighs are vain: +They never shall the sight enjoy, + Of their lamented Negro Boy. + +Beneath a tyrant's harsh command, + He wears away his youthful prime; +Far distant from his native land, + A stranger in a foreign clime. +No pleasing thoughts his mind employ, + A poor, dejected Negro Boy. + +But He who walks upon the wind, + Whose voice in thunder's heard on high, +Who doth the raging tempest bind, + And hurl the lightning through the sky, +In his own time will sure destroy + The oppressor of the Negro Boy. + + + + +I AM MONARCH OF NOUGHT I SURVEY. + +A Parody. Air "Old Dr. Fleury." + + +I am monarch of nought I survey, + My wrongs there are none to dispute; +My master conveys me away, + His whims or caprices to suit. +O slavery, where are the charms + That "patriarchs" have seen in thy face; +I dwell in the midst of alarms, + And serve in a horrible place. + +I am out of humanity's reach, + And must finish my life with a groan; +Never hear the sweet music of speech + That tells me my body's my own. +Society, friendship, and love, + Divinely bestowed upon some, +Are blessings I never can prove, + If slavery's my portion to come. + +Religion! what treasures untold, + Reside in that heavenly word! +More precious than silver or gold, + Or all that this earth can afford. +But I am excluded the light + That leads to this heavenly grace; +The Bible is clos'd to my sight, + Its beauties I never can trace. + +Ye winds, that have made me your sport, + Convey to this sorrowful land, +Some cordial endearing report, + Of freedom from tyranny's hand. +My friends, do they not often send, + A wish or a thought after me? +O, tell me I yet have a friend, + A friend I am anxious to see. + +How fleet is a glance of the mind! + Compared with the speed of its flight; +The tempest itself lags behind, + And the swift-winged arrows of light. +When I think of Victoria's domain, + In a moment I seem to be there, +But the fear of being taken again, + Soon hurries me back to despair. + +The wood-fowl has gone to her nest, + The beast has lain down in his lair; +To me, there's no season of rest, + Though I to my quarter repair. +If mercy, O Lord, is in store, + For those who in slavery pine; +Grant me when life's troubles are o'er, + A place in thy kingdom divine. + + + + +THE AFRIC'S DREAM. + +Words by Miss Chandler. "Emigrant's Lament," arranged by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +Why did ye wake me from my sleep? It was a dream of bliss, +And ye have torn me from that land, to pine again in this; +Methought, beneath yon whispering tree, that I was laid to rest, +The turf, with all its with'ring flowers, upon my cold heart pressed. + +My chains, these hateful chains, were gone--oh, would that I might die, +So from my swelling pulse I could forever cast them by! +And on, away, o'er land and sea, my joyful spirit passed, +Till, 'neath my own banana tree, I lighted down at last. + +My cabin door, with all its flowers, was still profusely gay, +As when I lightly sported there, in childhood's careless day! +But trees that were as sapling twigs, with broad and shadowing bough, +Around the well-known threshhold spread a freshening coolness now. + +The birds whose notes I used to hear, were shouting on the earth, +As if to greet me back again with their wild strains of mirth; +My own bright stream was at my feet, and how I laughed to lave +My burning lip, and cheek, and brow, in that delicious wave! + +My boy, my first-born babe, had died amid his early hours, +And there we laid him to his sleep among the clustering flowers; +Yet lo! without my cottage-door he sported in his glee, +With her whose grave is far from his, beneath yon linden tree. + +I sprang to snatch them to my soul; when breathing out my name, +To grasp my hand, and press my lip, a crowd of loved ones came! +Wife, parents, children, kinsmen, friends! the dear and lost ones all, +With blessed words of welcome came, to greet me from my thrall. + +Forms long unseen were by my side; and thrilling on my ear, +Came cadences from gentle tones, unheard for many a year; +And on my cheeks fond lips were pressed, with true affection's kiss-- +And so ye waked me from my sleep--but 'twas a dream of bliss! + + + + +SONG OF THE COFFLE GANG.[2] + +[Footnote 2: This song is said to be sung by Slaves, as they are +chained in gangs, when parting from friends for the far off +South--children taken from parents, husbands from wives, and brothers +from sisters.] + +Words by the Slaves. Music by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + + See these poor souls from Africa, + Transported to America; +We are stolen, and sold to Georgia, will you go along with me? +We are stolen and sold to Georgia, go sound the jubilee. + + See wives and husbands sold apart, + The children's screams!--it breaks my heart; +There's a better day a coming, will you go along with me? +There's a better day a coming, go sound the jubilee. + + O gracious Lord! when shall it be, + That we poor souls shall all be free? +Lord, break them Slavery powers--will you go along with me? +Lord, break them Slavery powers, go sound the jubilee. + + Dear Lord! dear Lord! when Slavery'll cease, + Then we poor souls can have our peace; +There's a better day a coming, will you go along with me? +There's a better day a coming, go sound the jubilee. + + + + +HARK! I HEAR A SOUND OF ANGUISH. + +Air, "Calvary." + + +[Music] + +Hark! I hear a sound of anguish + In my own, my native land; +Brethren, doomed in chains to languish, + Lift to heaven the suppliant hand, + And despairing, + And despairing, + Death the end of woe demand. + +Let us raise our supplication + For the wretched suffering slave, +All whose life is desolation, + All whose hope is in the grave; + God of mercy! + From thy throne, O hear and save. + +Those in bonds we would remember + As if we with them were bound; +For each crushed, each suffering member + Let our sympathies abound, + Till our labors + Spread the smiles of freedom round. + +Even now the word is spoken; + "Slavery's cruel power must cease, +From the bound the chain be broken, + Captives hail the kind release," + While in splendor + Comes to reign the Prince of Peace. + + + + +BROTHERS BE BRAVE FOR THE PINING SLAVE. + +Air--"Sparkling and Bright." + + +[Music] + +Solo. + +Heavy and cold in his dungeon hold, + Is the yoke of the oppressor; +Dark o'er the soul is the fell control + Of the stern and dread transgressor. + +Chorus. + + Oh then come all to bring the thrall + Up from his deep despairing, + And out of the jaw of the bandit's law, + Retake the prey he's tearing: + O then come all to bring the thrall + Up from his deep despairing, + And out of the jaw of the bandit's law, + Retake the prey he's tearing. + +Brothers be brave for the pining slave, + From his wife and children riven; +From every vale their bitter wail + Goes sounding up to Heaven. + Then for the life of that poor wife, + And for those children pining; + O ne'er give o'er till the chains no more + Around their limbs are twining. + +Gloomy and damp is the low rice swamp, + Where their meagre bands are wasting; +All worn and weak, in vain they seek + For rest, to the cool shade hasting; + For drivers fell, like fiends from hell, + Cease not their savage shouting; + And the scourge's crack, from quivering back, + Sends up the red blood spouting. + +Into the grave looks only the slave, + For rest to his limbs aweary; +His spirit's light comes from that night, + To us so dark and dreary. + That soul shall nurse its heavy curse + Against a day of terror, + When the lightning gleam of his wrath shall stream + Like fire, on the hosts of error. + +Heavy and stern are the bolts which burn + In the right hand of Jehovah; +To smite the strong red arm of wrong, + And dash his temples over; + Then on amain to rend the chain, + Ere bursts the vallied thunder; + Right onward speed till the slave is freed-- + His manacles torn asunder. + +E.D.H. + + + + +THE QUADROON MAIDEN. + +Words by Longfellow. Theme from the Indian Maid. + + +[Music] + +The Slaver in the broad lagoon, + Lay moored with idle sail; +He waited for the rising moon, + And for the evening gale. + +The Planter under his roof of thatch, + Smoked thoughtfully and slow; +The Slaver's thumb was on the latch, + He seemed in haste to go. + +He said, "My ship at anchor rides + In yonder broad lagoon; +I only wait the evening tides, + And the rising of the moon." + +Before them, with her face upraised, + In timid attitude, +Like one half curious, half amazed, + A Quadroon maiden stood. + +And on her lips there played a smile + As holy, meek, and faint, +As lights, in some cathedral aisle, + The features of a saint. + +"The soil is barren, the farm is old," + The thoughtful Planter said, +Then looked upon the Slaver's gold, + And then upon the maid. + +His heart within him was at strife, + With such accursed gains; +For he knew whose passions gave her life, + Whose blood ran in her veins. + +But the voice of nature was too weak: + He took the glittering gold! +Then pale as death grew the maiden's cheek, + Her hands as icy cold. + +The Slaver led her from the door, + He led her by the hand, +To be his slave and paramour + In a far and distant land. + + + + +Domestic Bliss. + +BY REV. JAMES GREGG. + + +Domestic bliss; thou fairest flower + That erst in Eden grew, +Dear relic of the happy bower, + Our first grand parents knew! + +We hail thee in the rugged soil + Of this waste wilderness, +To cheer our way and cheat our toil, + With gleams of happiness. + +In thy mild light we travel on, + And smile at toil and pain; +And think no more of Eden gone, + For Eden won again. + +Such, Emily, the bliss, the joy + By Heaven bestowed on you; +A husband kind, a lovely boy, + A father fond and true. + +Religion adds her cheering beams, + And sanctifies these ties; +And sheds o'er all the brighter gleams, + She borrows from the skies. + +But ah! reflect; are _all_ thus blest? + Hath home such charms for _all_? +Can such delights as these invest + Foul slavery's wretched thrall? + +Can those be happy in these ties + Who wear her galling chain? +Or taste the blessed charities + That in the household reign? + +Can those be blest, whose hope, whose life, + Hang on a tyrant's nod; +To whom nor husband, child, nor wife + Are known--yea, scarcely God? + +Whose ties may all be rudely riven, + At avarice' fell behest; +Whose only hope of _home_ is heaven, + The grave their only rest. + +Oh! think of those, the poor, th' oppressed, + In your full hour of bliss; +Nor e'er from prayer and effort rest, + While earth bears woe like this. + + + + +O PITY THE SLAVE MOTHER. + +Words from the Liberator. Air, Araby's Daughter. + + +[Music] + +I pity the slave mother, careworn and weary, + Who sighs as she presses her babe to her breast; +I lament her sad fate, all so hopeless and dreary, + I lament for her woes, and her wrongs unredressed. +O who can imagine her heart's deep emotion, + As she thinks of her children about to be sold; +You may picture the bounds of the rock-girdled ocean, + But the grief of that mother can never be known. + +The mildew of slavery has blighted each blossom, + That ever has bloomed in her pathway below; +It has froze every fountain that gushed in her bosom, + And chilled her heart's verdure with pitiless woe: +Her parents, her kindred, all crushed by oppression; + Her husband still doomed in its desert to stay; +No arm to protect from the tyrant's aggression-- + She must weep as she treads on her desolate way. + +O, slave-mother, hope! see--the nation is shaking! + The arm of the Lord is awake to thy wrong! +The slave-holder's heart now with terror is quaking + Salvation and Mercy to Heaven belong! +Rejoice, O rejoice! for the child thou art rearing, + May one day lift up its unmanacled form, +While hope, to thy heart, like the rain-bow so cheering, + Is born, like the rain-bow, 'mid tempest and storm. + + + + +How long! O! how long! + + +How long will the friend of the slave plead in vain? +How long e'er the Christian will loosen the chain? +If he, by our efforts, more hardened should be, +O Father, forgive him! we trust but in thee. +That 'we're all free and equal,' how senseless the cry, +While millions in bondage are groaning so nigh! +O where is our freedom? equality where? +To this none can answer, but echo cries, where? + +O'er this stain on our country we'd fain draw a veil, +But history's page will proclaim the sad tale, +That Christians, unblushing, could shout 'we are free,' +Whilst they the oppressors of millions could be. +They can feel for themselves, for the Pole they can feel, +Towards Afric's children their hearts are like steel; +They are deaf to their call, to their wrongs they are blind; +In error they slumber nor seek truth to find. + +Though scorn and oppression on our pathway attend, +Despised and reviled, we the slave will befriend; +Our Father, thy blessing! we look but to thee, +Nor cease from our labors till all shall be free. +Should mobs in their fury with missiles assail, +The cause it is righteous, the truth will prevail; +Then heed not their clamors, though loud they proclaim +That freedom shall slumber, and slavery reign. + + + + +THE FUGITIVE SLAVE TO THE CHRISTIAN. + +Words by Elizur Wright, jr. Music arranged from Cracovienne. + + +[Music] + +The fetters galled my weary soul,-- +A soul that seemed but thrown away; +I spurned the tyrant's base control, +Resolved at last the man to play:-- + +Chorus. + + The hounds are baying on my track; + O Christian! will you send me back? + The hounds are baying on my track; + O Christian! will you send me back? + +I felt the stripes, the lash I saw, +Red, dripping with a father's gore; +And, worst of all their lawless law, +The insults that my mother bore! + The hounds are baying on my track, + O Christian! will you send me back? + +Where human law o'errules Divine, +Beneath the sheriff's hammer fell +My wife and babes,--I call them mine,-- +And where they suffer, who can tell? + The hounds are baying on my track, + O Christian! will you send me back? + +I seek a home where man is man, +If such there be upon this earth, +To draw my kindred, if I can, +Around its free, though humble hearth. + The hounds are baying on my track, + O Christian! will you send me back! + + + + +The Strength of Tyranny. + + +The tyrant's chains are only strong + While slaves submit to wear them; +And, who could bind them on the strong, + Determined not to wear them? +Then clank your chains, e'en though the links + Were light as fashion's feather: +The heart which rightly feels and thinks + Would cast them altogether. + +The lords of earth are only great + While others clothe and feed them! +But what were all their pride and state + Should labor cease to heed them? +The swain is higher than a king: + Before the laws of nature, +The monarch were a useless thing, + The swain a useless creature. + +We toil, we spin, we delve the mine, + Sustaining each his neighbor; +And who can hold a right divine + To rob us of our labor? +We rush to battle--bear our lot + In every ill and danger-- +And who shall make the peaceful cot + To homely joy a stranger? + +Perish all tyrants far and near, + Beneath the chains that bind us; +And perish too that servile fear + Which makes the slaves they find us: +One grand, one universal claim-- + One peal of moral thunder-- +One glorious burst in Freedom's name, + And rend our bonds asunder! + + + + +THE BLIND SLAVE BOY. + +Words by Mrs. Dr. Bailey. Music arranged from Sweet Afton. + + +[Music] + +Come back to me mother! why linger away +From thy poor little blind boy, the long weary day! +I mark every footstep, I list to each tone, +And wonder my mother should leave me alone! +There are voices of sorrow, and voices of glee, +But there's no one to joy or to sorrow with me; +For each hath of pleasure and trouble his share, +And none for the poor little blind boy will care. + +My mother, come back to me! close to thy breast +Once more let thy poor little blind one be pressed; +Once more let me feel thy warm breath on my cheek, +And hear thee in accents of tenderness speak! +O mother! I've no one to love me--no heart +Can bear like thine own in my sorrows a part, +No hand is so gentle, no voice is so kind, +Oh! none like a mother can cherish the blind! + +Poor blind one! No mother thy wailing can hear, +No mother can hasten to banish thy fear; +For the slave-owner drives her, o'er mountain and wild, +And for one paltry dollar hath sold thee, poor child! +Ah! who can in language of mortals reveal +The anguish that none but a mother can feel, +When man in his vile lust of mammon hath trod +On her child, who is stricken and smitten of God! + +Blind, helpless, forsaken, with strangers alone, +She hears in her anguish his piteous moan; +As he eagerly listens--but listens in vain, +To catch the loved tones of his mother again! +The curse of the broken in spirit shall fall +On the wretch who hath mingled this wormwood and gall, +And his gain like a mildew shall blight and destroy, +Who hath torn from his mother the little blind boy! + + + + +SLAVE'S WRONGS. + +Words by Miss Chandler. Arranged from "Rose of Allandale." + + +[Music] + +With aching brow and wearied limb, + The slave his toil pursued; +And oft I saw the cruel scourge + Deep in his blood imbrued; +He tilled oppression's soil where men + For liberty had bled, +And the eagle wing of Freedom waved + In mockery, o'er his head. + +The earth was filled with the triumph shout + Of men who had burst their chains; +But his, the heaviest of them all, + Still lay on his burning veins; +In his master's hall there was luxury, + And wealth, and mental light; +But the very book of the Christian law, + Was hidden from his sight. + +In his master's halls there was wine and mirth, + And songs for the newly free; +But his own low cabin was desolate + Of all but misery. +He felt it all--and to bitterness + His heart within him turned; +While the panting wish for liberty, + Like a fire in his bosom burned. + +The haunting thought of his wrongs grew changed + To a darker and fiercer hue, +Till the horrible shape it sometimes wore + At last familiar grew; +There was darkness all within his heart, + And madness in his soul; +And the demon spark, in his bosom nursed, + Blazed up beyond control. + +Then came a scene! oh! such a scene! + I would I might forget +The ringing sound of the midnight scream, + And the hearth-stone redly wet! +The mother slain while she shrieked in vain + For her infant's threatened life; +And the flying form of the frighted child, + Struck down by the bloody knife. + +There's many a heart that yet will start + From its troubled sleep, at night, +As the horrid form of the vengeful slave + Comes in dreams before the sight. +The slave was crushed, and his fetters' link + Drawn tighter than before; +And the bloody earth again was drenched + With the streams of his flowing gore. + +Ah! know they not, that the tightest band + Must burst with the wildest power?-- +That the more the slave is oppressed and wronged, + Will be fiercer his rising hour? +They may thrust him back with the arm of might, + They may drench the earth with his blood-- +But the best and purest of their own, + Will blend with the sanguine flood. + +I could tell thee more--but my strength is gone, + And my breath is wasting fast; +Long ere the darkness to-night has fled, + Will my life from the earth have passed: +But this, the sum of all I have learned, + Ere I go I will tell to thee;-- +If tyrants would hope for tranquil hearts, + They must let the oppressed go free. + + + + +MY CHILD IS GONE. + +Music by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +Hark! from the winds a voice of woe, +The wild Atlantic in its flow, +Bears on its breast the murmur low, + My child is gone! + +Like savage tigers o'er their prey, +They tore him from my heart away; +And now I cry, by night by day-- + My child is gone! + +How many a free-born babe is press'd +With fondness to its mother's breast, +And rocked upon her arms to rest, + While mine is gone! + +No longer now, at eve I see, +Beneath the sheltering plantain tree, +My baby cradled on my knee, + For he is gone! + +And when I seek my cot at night, +There's not a thing that meets my sight, +But tells me that my soul's delight, + My child, is gone! + +I sink to sleep, and then I seem +To hear again his parting scream +I start and wake--'tis but a dream-- + My child _is_ gone! + +Gone--till my toils and griefs are o'er, +And I shall reach that happy shore, +Where negro mothers cry no more-- + My child is gone! + + + + +COMFORT IN AFFLICTION. + +Words by William Leggett. Music by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +If yon bright stars which gem the night, + Be each a blissful dwelling sphere, +Where kindred spirits reunite + Whom death has torn asunder here, +How sweet it were at once to die, + And leave this blighted orb afar! +Mix soul with soul to cleave the sky, + And soar away from star to star! + +But oh! how dark, how drear, how lone, + Would seem the brightest world of bliss, +If, wandering through each radiant one, + We failed to find the loved of this! + +If there no more the ties should twine, + Which Death's cold hand alone can sever, +Ah! then those stars in mockery shine, + More hateful as they shine forever! + +It cannot be--each hope and fear, + That lights the eye or clouds the brow, +Proclaims there is a happier sphere + Than this bleak world that holds us now! + +There is a voice which sorrow hears, + When heaviest weighs life's galling chain, +'Tis heaven that whispers, "dry thy tears, + The pure in heart shall meet again." + + + + +The Poor Little Slave. + +FROM "THE CHARTER OAK." + + +O pity the poor little slave, + Who labors hard through all the day-- + And has no one, + When day is done, + To teach his youthful heart to pray. + +No words of love--no fond embrace-- + No smiles from parents kind and dear; + No tears are shed + Around his bed, + When fevers rage, and death is near. + +None feel for him when heavy chains + Are fastened to his tender limb; + No pitying eyes, + No sympathies, + No prayers are raised to heaven for him. + +Yes I will pity the poor slave, + And pray that he may soon be free; + That he at last, + When days are past, + In heaven may have his liberty. + + + + +THE BEREAVED MOTHER. + +Words by Jesse Hutchinson. Air, "Kathleen O'Moore." + + +[Music] + +Oh deep was the anguish of the slave mother's heart, +When called from her darling for ever to part; +So grieved that lone mother, that heart broken mother, + In sorrow and woe. + +The lash of the master her deep sorrows mock, +While the child of her bosom is sold on the block; +Yet loud shrieked that mother, poor heart broken mother, + In sorrow and woe. + +The babe in return, for its fond mother cries, +While the sound of their wailings together arise; +They shriek for each other, the child and the mother, + In sorrow and woe. + +The harsh auctioneer to sympathy cold, +Tears the babe from its mother and sells it for gold; +While the infant and mother, loud shriek for each other, + In sorrow and woe. + +At last came the parting of mother and child, +Her brain reeled with madness, that mother was wild; +Then the lash could not smother the shrieks of that mother, + Of sorrow and woe. + +The child was borne off to a far distant clime, +While the mother was left in anguish to pine; +But reason departed, and she sank broken hearted, + In sorrow and woe. + +That poor mourning mother, of reason bereft, +Soon ended her sorrows and sank cold in death: +Thus died that slave mother, poor heart broken mother, + In sorrow and woe. + +Oh! list ye kind mothers to the cries of the slave; +The parents and children implore you to save; +Go! rescue the mothers, the sisters and brothers, + From sorrow and woe. + + + + +HEARD YE THAT CRY. + +From "Wind of the Winter night." + + +[Music] + +Heard ye that cry! Twas the wail of a slave, +As he sank in despair, to the rest of the grave; +Behold him where bleeding and prostrate he lies, +Unfriended he lived, and unpitied he died. + +The white man oppressed him--the white man for gold, +Made him toil amidst tortures that cannot be told; +He robbed him, and spoiled him, of all that was dear, +And made him the prey of affliction and fear. + +But his anguish was seen, and his wailings were heard, +By the Lord God of Hosts; whose vengeance deferred, +Gathers force by delay, and with fury will burst, +On his impious oppressor--the tyrant accurst! + +Arouse ye, arouse ye! ye generous and brave, +Plead the rights of the poor--plead the cause of the slave; +Nor cease your exertions till broken shall be +The fetters that bind him, and the slave shall be free. + + + + +Sleep on my Child. + +BY R.J.H. + + +Sleep on, my child, in peaceful rest, +While lovely visions round thee play; +No care or grief has touched thy breast, +Thy life is yet a cloudless day. + +Far distant is my childhood's home-- +No mother's smiles--no father's care! +Oh! how I'd love again to roam, +Where once my little playmates were! + +Sleep on, thou hast not felt the chain; +But though 'tis yet unmingled joy, +I may not see those smiles again, +Nor clasp thee to my breast, my boy. + +And must I see thee toil and bleed! +Thy manly soul in fetters tied; +'Twill wring thy mother's heart indeed-- +Oh! would to God that I had died! + +That soul God's own bright image bears-- +But oh! no tongue thy woes can tell; +Thy lot is cast in blood and tears, +And soon these lips must say--farewell! + + + + +ZAZA--THE FEMALE SLAVE. + +Words by Miss Ball. Music by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +O my country, my country! how long I for thee, +Far over the mountain, far over the sea. +Where the sweet Joliba kisses the shore, +Say, shall I wander by thee never more? +Where the sweet Joliba kisses the shore, +Say, shall I wander by thee never more? +O my country, my country! how long I for thee, +Far over the mountain, far over the sea. + + Say, O fond Zurima, + Where dost thou stay? + Say, doth another + List to thy sweet lay? + Say, doth the orange still + Bloom near our cot? + Zurima, Zurima, + Am I forgot? +O, my country, my country! how long I for thee, +Far over the mountain, far over the sea. + + Under the baobab + Oft have I slept, + Fanned by sweet breezes + That over me swept. + Often in dreams + Do my weary limbs lay + 'Neath the same baobab, + Far, far away, +O my country, my country, how long I for thee, +Far over the mountain, far over the sea. + + O for the breath + Of our own waving palm, + Here, as I languish, + My spirit to calm-- + O for a draught + From our own cooling lake, + Brought by sweet mother, + My spirit to wake. +O my country, my country, how long I for thee, +Far over the mountain, far over the sea. + + + + +PRAYER FOR THE SLAVE. + +Tune--Hamburgh. + + +[Music] + +Oh let the pris'ner's mournful sighs + As incense in thy sight appear! +Their humble wailings pierce the skies, + If haply they may feel thee near. + +The captive exiles make their moans, + From sin impatient to be free; +Call home, call home, thy banished ones! + Lead captive their captivity! + +Out of the deep regard their cries, + The fallen raise, the mourners cheer, +Oh, Son of Righteousness, arise, + And scatter all their doubts and fear. + +Stand by them in the fiery hour, + Their feebleness of mind defend; +And in their weakness show thy power, + And make them patient to the end. + +Relieve the souls whose cross we bear, + For whom thy suffering members mourn: +Answer our faith's effectual prayer; + And break the yoke so meekly borne! + + + + +Remembering that God is just. + + +Oh righteous God! whose awful frown + Can crumble nations to the dust, +Trembling we stand before thy throne, + When we reflect that thou art just. + +Dost thou not see the dreadful wrong, + Which Afric's injured race sustains? +And wilt thou not arise ere long, + To plead their cause, and break their chains? + +Must not thine anger quickly rise + Against the men whom lust controls, +Who dare thy righteous laws despise + And traffic in the blood of souls? + + + + +THE FUGITIVE. + +Words by L.M.C. Air "Bonny Doon." + + +[Music] + +A noble man of sable brow +Came to my humble cottage door, +With cautious, weary step and slow, +And asked if I could feed the poor; +He begged if I had ought to give, +To help the panting fugitive. + +I told him he had fled away +From his kind master, friends, and home; +That he was black--a slave astray, +And should return as he had come; +That I would to his master give +The straying villain fugitive. + +He fell upon his trembling knee +And claimed he was a brother man, +That I was bound to set him free, +According to the gospel plan; +And if I would God's grace receive, +That I must help the fugitive. + +He showed the stripes his master gave, +The festering wound--the sightless eye, +The common badges of the slave, +And said he would be free, or die; +And if I nothing had to give, +I should not stop the fugitive. + +He owned his was a sable skin, +That which his Maker first had given; +But mine would be a darker sin, +That would exclude my soul from heaven: +And if I would God's grace receive, +I should relieve the fugitive. + +I bowed and took the stranger in, +And gave him meat, and drink, and rest, +I hope that God forgave my sin, +And made me with that brother blest; +I am resolved, long as I live, +To help the panting fugitive. + + + + +AM I NOT A MAN AND BROTHER? + +Words by A.C.L. Air--"Bride's Farewell." + + +[Music] + +Am I not a man and brother? + Ought I not, then, to be free? +Sell me not one to another, + Take not thus my liberty. +Christ our Saviour, Christ our Saviour, + Died for me as well as thee. + +Am I not a man and brother? + Have I not a soul to save? +Oh, do not my spirit smother, + Making me a wretched slave: +God of mercy, God of mercy, + Let me fill a freeman's grave! + +Yes, thou art a man and brother, + Though thou long hast groaned a slave, +Bound with cruel cords and tether + From the cradle to the grave! +Yet the Saviour, yet the Saviour, + Bled and died all souls to save. + +Yes, thou art a man and brother, + Though we long have told thee nay: +And are bound to aid each other, + All along our pilgrim way. +Come and welcome, come and welcome, + Join with us to praise and pray! + + + + +Am I not a Sister? + +BY A.C.L. + + +Am I not a sister, say? + Shall I then be bought and sold +In the mart and by the way, + For the white man's lust and gold? +Save me then from his foul snare, +Leave me not to perish there! + +Am I not a sister say, + Though I have a sable hue! +Lo! I have been dragged away, + From my friends and kindred true, +And have toiled in yonder field, +There have long been bruised and peeled! + +Am I not a sister, say? + Have I an immortal soul? +Will you, sisters, tell me nay? + Shall I live in lust's control, +To be chattled like a beast, +By the Christian church and priest? + +Am I not a sister, say? + Though I have been made a slave? +Will you not then for me pray, + To the God whose power can save, +High and low, and bond and free? +Toil and pray and vote for me! + + + + +YE HERALDS OF FREEDOM. + +Music by Kingsley. + + +[Music] + +Ye heralds of freedom, ye noble and brave, +Who dare to insist on the rights of the slave; +Go onward, go onward, your cause is of God, +And he will soon sever the oppressor's strong rod. + +The finger of slander may now at you point, +That finger will soon lose the strength of its joint; +And those who now plead for the rights of the slave, +Will soon be acknowledged the good and the brave. + +Though thrones and dominions, and kingdoms and powers, +May now all oppose you, the victory is yours; +The banner of Jesus will soon be unfurled, +And he will give freedom and peace to the world. + +Go under his standard and fight by his side, +O'er mountains and billows you'll then safely ride. +His gracious protection will be to you given, +And bright crowns of glory he'll give you in heaven. + + + + +I would not live alway. + +BY PIERPONT. + + +I would not live alway; I ask not to stay, +Where I must bear the burden and heat of the day: +Where my body is cut with the lash or the cord, +And a hovel and hunger are all my reward. + +I would not live alway, where life is a load +To the flesh and the spirit:--since there's an abode +For the soul disenthralled, let me breathe my last +And repose in thine arms, my deliverer, Death!-- + +I would not live alway to toil as a slave: +Oh no, let me rest, though I rest in my grave; +For there, from their troubling, the wicked shall +And, free from his master, the slave be at peace. + + + + +OUR PILGRIM FATHERS. + +Words by Pierpont. Music from "Minstrel Boy," by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +Our Pilgrim Fathers--where are they? + The waves that brought them o'er, +Still roll in the bay, and throw their spray + As they break along the shore; +Still roll in the bay, as they rolled that day, + When the Mayflower moored below; +When the sea around was black with storms, + And white the shore with snow. + +The mists that wrapped the Pilgrim's sleep, + Still brood upon the tide; +And his rocks yet keep their watch by the deep, + To stay its waves of pride. +But the snow-white sail, that she gave to the gale + When the heavens looked dark, is gone; +As an angel's wing, through an opening cloud, + Is seen, and then withdrawn. + +The Pilgrim exile--sainted name! + The hill, whose icy brow +Rejoiced when he came in the morning's flame, + In the morning's flame burns now. +And the moon's cold light, as it lay that night, + On the hill-side and the sea, +Still lies where he laid his houseless head; + But the Pilgrim--where is he? + +The Pilgrim Fathers are at rest; + When Summer's throned on high, +And the world's warm breast is in verdure dressed, + Go, stand on the hill where they lie. +The earliest ray of the golden day, + On that hallowed spot is cast; +And the evening sun as he leaves the world, + Looks kindly on that spot last. + +The Pilgrim _spirit_ has not fled-- + It walks in noon's broad light; +And it watches the bed of the glorious dead, + With the holy stars, by night. +It watches the bed of the brave who have bled, + And shall guard this ice-bound shore, +Till the waves of the bay, where the Mayflower lay, + Shall foam and freeze no more. + + + + +STANZAS FOR THE TIMES. + +Words by J.G. Whittier. Music by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +Is this the land our fathers loved, + The freedom which they toiled to win? +Is this the soil whereon they moved? + Are these the graves they slumber in? +Are we the sons by whom are borne, +The mantles which the dead have won? + +And shall we crouch above these graves, + With craven soul and fettered lip? +Yoke in with marked and branded slaves, + And tremble at the driver's whip? +Bend to the earth our pliant knees, +And speak--but as our masters please? + +Shall outraged Nature cease to feel? + Shall Mercy's tears no longer flow? +Shall ruffian threats of cord and steel-- + The dungeon's gloom--th' assassin's blow, +Turn back the spirit roused to save +The Truth--our Country--and the Slave? + +Of human skulls that shrine was made, + Round which the priests of Mexico +Before their loathsome idol prayed-- + Is Freedom's altar fashioned so? +And must we yield to Freedom's God +As offering meet, the negro's blood? + +Shall tongues be mute, when deeds are wrought + Which well might shame extremest Hell? +Shall freemen lock th' indignant thought? + Shall Mercy's bosom cease to swell? +Shall Honor bleed?--Shall Truth succumb? +Shall pen, and press, and soul be dumb? + +No--by each spot of haunted ground, + Where Freedom weeps her children's fall-- +By Plymouth's rock--and Bunker's mound-- + By Griswold's stained and shattered wall-- +By Warren's ghost--by Langdon's shade-- +By all the memories of our dead! + +By their enlarging souls, which burst + The bands and fetters round them set-- +By the free Pilgrim spirit nursed + Within our inmost bosoms, yet,-- +By all above--around--below-- +Be ours the indignant answer--no! + +No--guided by our country's laws, + For truth, and right, and suffering man, +Be ours to strive in Freedom's cause, + As Christians may--as freemen can! +Still pouring on unwilling ears +That truth oppression only fears. + + + + +TO THOSE I LOVE. + +Words by Miss E.M. Chandler. Music from an old air by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +Oh, turn ye not displeased away, though I should sometimes seem +Too much to press upon your ear, an oft repeated theme; +The story of the negro's wrongs is heavy at my heart, +And can I choose but wish from you a sympathizing part? + +I turn to you to share my joy,--to soothe me in my grief-- +In wayward sadness from your smiles, I seek a sweet relief: +And shall I keep this burning wish to see the slave set free, +Locked darkly in my secret heart, unshared and silently? + +If I had been a friendless thing--if I had never known, +How swell the fountains of the heart beneath affection's tone, +I might have, careless, seen the leaf torn rudely from its stem, +But clinging as I do to you, can I but feel for them? + +I could not brook to list the sad sweet music of a bird, +Though it were sweeter melody than ever ear hath heard, +If cruel hands had quenched its light, that in the plaintive song, +It might the breathing memory of other days prolong. + +And can I give my lip to taste the life-bought luxuries, wrung +From those on whom a darker night of anguish has been flung-- +Or silently and selfishly enjoy my better lot, +While those whom God hath bade me love, are wretched and forgot? + +Oh no!--so blame me not, sweet friends, though I should sometimes seem +Too much to press upon your ear an oft repeated theme; +The story of the negro's wrongs hath won me from my rest,-- +And I must strive to wake for him an interest in your breast! + + + + +WE'RE COMING! WE'RE COMING! + +Air, "Kinloch of Kinloch." + + +[Music] + +We're coming, we're coming, the fearless and free, +Like the winds of the desert, the waves of the sea! +True sons of brave sires who battled of yore, +When England's proud lion ran wild on our shore! +We're coming, we're coming, from mountain and glen, +With hearts to do battle for freedom again; +Oppression is trembling as trembled before, +The Slavery which fled from our fathers of yore. + +We're coming, we're coming, with banners unfurled, +Our motto is FREEDOM, our country the world; +Our watchword is LIBERTY--tyrants beware! +For the liberty army will bring you despair! +We're coming, we're coming, we'll come from afar, +Our standard we'll nail to humanity's car; +With shoutings we'll raise it, in triumph to wave, +A trophy of conquest, or shroud for the brave. + +Then arouse ye, brave hearts, to the rescue come on! +The man-stealing army we'll surely put down; +They are crushing their millions, but soon they must yield, +For _freemen_ have _risen_ and taken the field. +Then arouse ye! arouse ye! the fearless and free, +Like the winds of the desert, the waves of the sea; +Let the north, west, and east, to the sea-beaten shore, +_Resound_ with a _liberty triumph_ once more. + + + + +ROUSE UP, NEW ENGLAND. + +Words by a Yankee. Music by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +Rouse up, New England! Buckle on your mail of proof sublime, +Your stern old hate of tyranny, your deep contempt of crime; +A traitor plot is hatching now, more full of woe and shame, +Than ever from the iron heart of bloodiest despot came. + +Six slave States added at a breath! One flourish of a pen, +And fetters shall be riveted on millions more of men! +One drop of ink to sign a name, and slavery shall find +For all her surplus flesh and blood, a market to her mind! + +A market where good Democrats their fellow men may sell! +O, what a grin of fiendish glee runs round and round thro' hell! +How all the damned leap up for joy and half forget their fire, +To think men take such pains to claim the notice of God's ire. + +Is't not enough that we have borne the sneer of all the world, +And bent to those whose haughty lips in scorn of us are curled? +Is't not enough that we must hunt their living chattels back, +And cheer the hungry bloodhounds on, that howl upon their track? + +Is't not enough that we must bow to all that they decree,-- +These cotton and tobacco lords, these pimps of slavery? +That we must yield our conscience up to glut Oppression's maw, +And break our faith with God to keep the letter of Man's law? + +But must we sit in silence by, and see the chain and whip +Made firmer for all time to come in Slavery's bloody grip! +Must we not only half the guilt and all the shame endure, +But help to make our tyrant's throne of flesh and blood secure? + +Is water running in our veins? Do we remember still +Old Plymouth rock, and Lexington, and glorious Bunker Hill? +The debt we owe our Father's graves? and to the yet unborn, +Whose heritage ourselves must make a thing of pride or scorn? + +Grey Plymouth rock hath yet a tongue, and Concord is not dumb, +And voices from our father's graves, and from the future come; +They call on us to stand our ground, they charge us still to be +Not only free from chains ourselves, but foremost to make free! + +Awake, New England! While you sleep the foes advance their lines; +Already on your stronghold's wall their bloody banner shines; +Awake! and hurl them back again in terror and despair, +The time has come for earnest deeds, we've not a man to spare. + + + + +RISE, FREEMEN, RISE. + +Music by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +Rise, freemen rise! the call goes forth, + Attend the high command; +Obedience to the word of God, + Throughout this guilty land: + Throughout this guilty land. + +Rise, free the slave; oh, burst his chains, + And cast his fetters down; +Let virtue be your country's pride, + Her diadem and crown. + +Then shall the day at length arrive, + When all shall equal be, +And Freedom's banner, waving high, + Proclaim that all are free. + + + + +Remember Me. + + +O Thou, from whom all goodness flows! + I lift my heart to thee; +In all my wrongs, oppressions, woes, + Dear Lord! remember me. + +Afflictions sore obstruct my way, + And ills I cannot flee; +Lord! let my strength be as my day, + And still remember me. + +Oppressed with scourges, bonds, and grief, + This feeble body see; +Oh! give my burdened soul relief, + Hear, and remember me. + + + + +A BEACON HAS BEEN LIGHTED. + +Parody by G.W.C. Air, "Blue-eyed Mary." + + +[Music] + +A beacon has been lighted, + Bright as the noonday sun; +On worlds of mind benighted, + Its rays are pouring down; +Full many a shrine of error, + And many a deed of shame, +Dismayed, has shrunk in terror, + Before the lighted flame. + +Chorus. + + Victorious, on, victorious! + Proud beacon onward haste; + Till floods of light all glorious, + Illume the moral waste. + +Oppression foul has foundered, + The demon gasps for breath; +His rapid march is downward, + To everlasting death. +Old age and youth united, + His works shall prostrate hurl, +And soon himself, affrighted, + Shall hurry from this world. + Victorious, on, victorious, &c. + +Proud liberty untiring, + Strikes at the monster's heart; +Beneath her blows expiring, + He dreads her well-aimed dart. +Her blows--we'll pray "God speed" them, + Oppression to despoil; +And how we fought for freedom, + Let future ages tell. + Victorious, on, victorious, &c. + + + + +OUR COUNTRYMEN IN CHAINS. + +Words by Whittier. "Beatitude," by T. Hastings. + + +[Music] + +Our fellow countrymen in chains, + Slaves in a land of light and law! +Slaves crouching on the very plains + Where rolled the storm of Freedom's war! +A groan from Eutaw's haunted wood-- + A wail where Camden's martyrs fell-- +By every shrine of patriot blood, + From Moultrie's wall and Jasper's well. + +By storied hill and hallow'd grot, + By mossy wood and marshy glen, +Whence rang of old the rifle-shot, + And hurrying shout of Marion's men! +The groan of breaking hearts is there-- + The falling lash--the fetter's clank! +Slaves--SLAVES are breathing in that air, + Which old De Kalb and Sumter drank! + +What, ho!--our countrymen in chains! + The whip on WOMAN'S shrinking flesh! +Our soil yet reddening with the stains, + Caught from her scourging, warm and fresh! +What! mothers from their children riven! + What! God's own image bought and sold! +AMERICANS to market driven, + And barter'd as the brute for gold! + +Speak! shall their agony of prayer + Come thrilling to our hearts in vain? +To us, whose fathers scorn'd to bear + The paltry menace of a chain; +To us, whose boast is loud and long + Of holy Liberty and Light-- +Say, shall these writhing slaves of wrong, + Plead vainly for their plunder'd Right? + +Shall every flap of England's flag + Proclaim that all around are free, +From "farthest Ind" to each blue crag + That beetles o'er the Western Sea? +And shall we scoff at Europe's kings, + When Freedom's fire is dim with us, +And round our country's altar clings + The damning shade of Slavery's curse? + +Just God! and shall we calmly rest, + The Christian's scorn--the Heathen's mirth-- +Content to live the lingering jest + And by-word of a mocking Earth? +Shall our own glorious land retain + That curse which Europe scorns to bear? +Shall our own brethren drag the chain + Which not even Russia's menials wear? + +Down let the shrine of Moloch sink, + And leave no traces where it stood; +No longer let its idol drink + His daily cup of human blood: +But rear another altar there, + To Truth, and Love, and Mercy given, +And Freedom's gift, and Freedom's prayer, + Shall call an answer down from Heaven! + + + + +Myron Holley. + +BY W.H. BURLEIGH. + + +Yes--fame is his:--but not the fame + For which the conqueror pants and strives, +Whose path is tracked through blood and flame, + And over countless human lives! +His name no armed battalions hail + With bugle shriek or thundering gun,-- +No widows curse him, as they wail + For slaughtered husband and for son. + +Amid the moral strife alone, + He battled fearlessly and long, +And poured, with clear, untrembling tone, + Rebuke upon the hosts of Wrong-- +To break Oppression's cruel rod, + He dared the perils of the fight, +And in the name of FREEDOM'S GOD + Struck boldly for the TRUE and RIGHT! + +With faith, whose eye was never dim, + The triumph, yet afar, he saw, +When, bonds smote off from soul and limb, + And freed alike by Love and Law, +The slave--no more a slave--shall stand + Erect--and loud, from sea to sea, +Exultant burst o'er all the land + The glorious song of jubilee! + +Why should we mourn, thy labor done, + That thou art called to thy reward; +Rest, Freedom's war-worn champion! + Rest, faithful soldier of the LORD! +For oh, not vainly hast thou striven, + Through storm, and gloom, and deepest night-- +Not vainly hath thy life been given + For GOD, for FREEDOM, and for RIGHT. + + + + +VOICE OF NEW ENGLAND AGAINST SLAVERY. + +Words by Whittier. Music by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +Up the hill side, down the glen, +Rouse the sleeping citizen; +Summon out the might of men! +Like a lion growling low, +Like a nightstorm rising slow, +Like the tread of unseen foe. + +It is coming--it is nigh! +Stand your homes and altars by; +On your own free threshholds die. +Clang the bells in all your spires; +On the gray hills of your sires +Fling to heaven your signal fires. + +Whoso shrinks or falters now, +Whoso to the yoke would bow, +Brand the craven on his brow. +Freedom's soil hath only place +For a free and fearless race-- +None for traitors false and base. + +Take your land of sun and bloom; +Only leave to Freedom room +For her plough, and forge, and loom. +Take your slavery-blackened vales; +Leave us but our own free gales, +Blowing on our thousand sails. + +Onward with your fell design; +Dig the gulf and draw the line; +Fire beneath your feet the mine: +Deeply, when the wide abyss +Yawns between your land and this, +Shall ye feel your helplessness. + +By the hearth, and in the bed, +Shaken by a look or tread, +Ye shall own a guilty dread. +And the curse of unpaid toil, +Downward through your generous soil, +Like a fire shall burn and spoil. + +Our bleak hills shall bud and blow, +Vines our rocks shall overgrow, +Plenty in our valleys flow;-- +And when vengeance clouds your skies, +Hither shall ye turn your eyes, +As the damned on Paradise! + +We but ask our rocky strand, +Freedom's true and brother band, +Freedom's strong and honest hand, +Valleys by the slave untrod, +And the Pilgrim's mountain sod, +Blessed of our fathers' God! + + + + +THE CLARION OF FREEDOM. + +Words from the Emancipator. Music "The Chariot." + + +[Music] + +The clarion--the clarion of Freedom now sounds, +From the east to the west Independence resounds; +From the hills, and the streams, and the far distant skies, +Let the shout Independence from Slav'ry arise. + +The army--the army have taken the field, +And the Liberty hosts never, never will yield; +By free principles strengthened, each bosom now glows, +And with ardor immortal the struggle they close. + +The armor, the armor that girds every breast, +Is the hope of deliverance for millions oppressed; +O'er the tears, and the sighs, and the wrongs of the slave, +See the white flag of freedom triumphantly wave. + +The conflict--the conflict will shortly be o'er, +And the demon of slavery shall rule us no more; +And the laurels of victory shall surely reward +The heroes immortal who've conquered for God. + + + + +STRIKE FOR LIBERTY. + +Words from the Christian Freeman. Air, "Scots wha hae." + + +[Music] + +Sons of Freedom's honored sires, +Light anew your beacon fires, +Fight till every foe retires + From your hallowed soil. +Sons of Pilgrim Fathers blest, +Pilgrim Mothers gone to rest, +Listen to their high behest, + Strike for Liberty. + +Ministers of God to men, +Heed ye not the nation's sin? +Heaven's blessing can ye win + If ye falter now? +Men of blood now ask your vote, +O'er your heads their banners float; +Raise, Oh raise the warning note, + God and duty call! + +Men of justice, bold and brave, +To the ballot-box and save +Freedom from her opening grave-- + Onward! brothers, on! +Christian patriots, tried and true, +Freedom's eyes now turn to you; +Foes are many--are ye few? + Gideon's God is yours! + + + + +On to Victory. + +BY REV. MRS. MARTYN. + + +Children of the glorious dead, +Who for freedom fought and bled, +With her banner o'er you spread, + On to victory. +Not for stern ambition's prize, +Do our hopes and wishes rise; +Lo, our leader from the skies, + Bids us do or die. + +Ours is not the tented field-- +We no earthly weapons wield-- +Light and love, our sword and shield, + Truth our panoply. +This is proud oppression's hour; +Storms are round us; shall we cower? +While beneath a despot's power + Groans the suffering slave? + +While on every southern gale, +Comes the helpless captive's tale, +And the voice of woman's wail, + And of man's despair? +While our homes and rights are dear, +Guarded still with watchful fear, +Shall we coldly turn our ear + From the suppliant's prayer? + +Never! by our Country's shame-- +Never! by a Saviour's claim, +To the men of every name, + Whom he died to save. +Onward, then, ye fearless band-- +Heart to heart, and hand to hand; +Yours shall be the patriot's stand-- + Or the martyr's grave. + + + + +THE MAN FOR ME. + +Parody by J.N.T. Tucker. Air, "The Rose that all are praising." + + +[Music] + +Oh, he is not the man for me, + Who buys or sells a slave, +Nor he who will not set him free, + But sends him to his grave; +But he whose noble heart beats warm + For all men's life and liberty; +Who loves alike each human form-- + Oh that's the man for me, + Oh that's the man for me, + Oh that's the man for me. + +He's not at all the man for me, + Who sells a man for gain, +Who bends the pliant servile knee, + To Slavery's God of shame! +But he whose God-like form erect + Proclaims that all alike are free +To think, and speak, and vote, and act, + Oh that's the man for me. + +He sure is not the man for me + Whose spirit will succumb, +When men endowed with Liberty + Lie bleeding, bound and dumb; +But he whose faithful words of might + Ring through the land from shore to sea, +For man's eternal equal right, + Oh that's the man for me. + +No, no, he's not the man for me + Whose voice o'er hill and plain, +Breaks forth for glorious liberty, + But binds himself, the chain! +The mightiest of the noble band + Who prays and toils the world to free, +With head, and heart, and voice, and vote-- + Oh that's the man for me. + + + + +PILGRIM SONG. + +Words by Geo. Lunt. Air "Troubadour." + + +[Music] + +Over the mountain wave + See where they come; +Storm-cloud and wintry wind + Welcome them home; +Yet where the sounding gale + Howls to the sea, +There their song peals along, + Deep toned and free. + Pilgrims and wanderers, + Hither we come; + Where the free dare to be, + This is our home. + +England hath sunny dales, + Dearly they bloom; +Scotia hath heather-hills, + Sweet their perfume: +Yet through the wilderness + Cheerful we stray, +Native land, native land-- + Home far away! + Pilgrims, &c. + +Dim grew the forest path, + Onward they trod: +Firm beat their noble hearts, + Trusting in God! +Gray men and blooming maids, + High rose their song-- +Hear it sweep, clear and deep + Ever along! + Pilgrims, &c. + +Not theirs the glory-wreath, + Torn by the blast; +Heavenward their holy steps, + Heavenward they passed! +Green be their mossy graves! + Ours be their fame, +While their song peals along, + Ever the same! + Pilgrims, &c. + + + + +The Bondman. + +FROM THE LIBERATOR. + + +Feebly the bondman toiled, + Sadly he wept-- +Then to his wretched cot + Mournfully crept: +How doth his free-born soul + Pine 'neath his chain! +Slavery! Slavery! + Dark is thy reign. + +Long ere the break of day, + Roused from repose, +Wearily toiling + Till after its close-- +Praying for freedom, + He spends his last breath: +Liberty! Liberty! + Give me, or death. + +When, when, oh Lord! will right + Triumph o'er wrong? +Tyrants oppress the weak, + Oh Lord! how long? +Hark! hark! a peal resounds + From shore to shore-- +Tyranny! Tyranny! + Thy reign is o'er. + +E'en now the morning + Gleams from the East-- +Despots are feeling + Their triumph is past-- +Strong hearts are answering + To freedom's loud call-- +Liberty! Liberty! + Full and for all. + + + + +FOURTH OF JULY. + +Words by Mrs. Sigourney. Music by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +We have a goodly clime, + Broad vales and streams we boast; +Our mountain frontiers frown sublime, + Old Ocean guards our coast. + +Suns bless our harvests fair, + With fervid smile serene, +But a dark shade is gathering there, + What can its blackness mean? + +We have a birth-right proud, + For our young sons to claim-- +An eagle soaring o'er the cloud, + In freedom and in fame. + +We have a scutcheon bright, + By our dead fathers bought; +A fearful blot distains its white-- + Who hath such evil wrought? + +Our banner o'er the sea + Looks forth with starry eye, +Emblazoned glorious, bold and free, + A letter on the sky-- + +What hand with shameful stain, + Hath marred its heavenly blue? +The yoke, the fasces, and the chain, + Say, are these emblems true? + +This day doth music rare + Swell through our nation's bound, +But Afric's wailing mingles there, + And Heaven doth hear the sound. + +O God of power! we turn + In penitence to thee, +Bid our loved land the lesson learn-- + To bid the slave be free. + + + + +YE SPIRITS OF THE FREE. + +Air--"My faith looks up to thee." + + +[Music] + +Ye spirits of the free, +Can ye for ever see + Your brother man +A yoked and scourged slave, +Chains dragging to his grave, +And raise no hand to save? + Say if you can. + +In pride and pomp to roll, +Shall tyrants from the soul + God's image tear, +And call the wreck their own,-- +While from th' eternal throne, +They shut the stifled groan, + And bitter prayer? + +Shall he a slave be bound, +Whom God hath doubly crowned + Creation's lord? +Shall men of Christian name, +Without a blush of shame, +Profess their tyrant claim + From God's own word? + +No! at the battle cry, +A host prepared to die, + Shall arm for fight-- +But not with martial steel, +Grasped with a murderous zeal; +No arms their foes shall feel, + But love and light. + +Firm on Jehovah's laws, +Strong in their righteous cause, + They march to save. +And vain the tyrant's mail, +Against their battle-hail, +Till cease the woe and wail + Of tortured slave! + + + + +Sing Me a Triumph Song. + + +Sing me a triumph song, +Roll the glad notes along, + Great God, to thee! +Thine be the glory bright, +Source of all power and might! +For thou hast said, in might, + Man shall be free. + +Sing me a triumph song, +Let all the sound prolong, + Air, earth, and sea, +Down falls the tyrant's power, +See his dread minions cower; +Now, from this glorious hour, + Man will be free. + +Sing me a triumph song, +Sing in the mighty throng, + Sing Jubilee! +Let the broad welkin ring, +While to heaven's mighty King, +Honor and praise we sing, + For man is free. + + + + +WAKE, SONS OF THE PILGRIMS. + +Air--"M'Gregor's Gathering." + + +[Music] + +Wake, sons of the Pilgrims, and look to your right! +The despots of Slav'ry are up in their might: +Indulge not in sleep, it's like digging the graves +Of blood-purchased freedom--'tis yielding like slaves. +Then halloo, halloo, halloo to the contest, +Awake from your slumbers, no longer delay, +But struggle for freedom, while struggle you may-- +Then rally, rally, rally, rally, rally, rally, +While our forests shall wave or while rushes a river, +Oh, yield not your birth-right! maintain it for ever! + +Wake, Sons of the Pilgrims! why slumber ye on? +Your chains are now forging, your fetters are done; +Oh! sleep not, like Samson, on Slavery's foul arm, +For, Delilah-like, she's now planning your harm. +Then halloo, halloo, halloo, to the contest! +Awake from your sleeping--nor slumber again, +Once bound in your fetters, you'll struggle in vain; +While your eye-balls may move, O wake up now, or never-- +Wake, freemen! awake, or you're ruined forever! + +Yes, freemen are waking! we fling to the breeze, +The bright flag of freedom, the banner of Peace; +The slave long forgotten, forlorn, and alone, +We hail as a brother--our own mother's son! +Then halloo, halloo, halloo, to the contest! +For freedom we rally--for freedom to all-- +To rescue the slave, and ourselves too from thrall. +We rally, rally, rally, rally, rally, rally-- +While a slave shall remain, bound, the weak by the stronger, +We will never disband, but strive harder and longer. + + + + +OUR COUNTRYMEN ARE DYING. + +Words by C.W. Dennison. Tune--"From Greenland's Icy Mountains." + + +[Music] + +Our countrymen are dying + Beneath their cankering chains, +Full many a heart is sighing, + Where nought but slav'ry reigns; +No note of joy and gladness, + No voice with freedom's lay, +Fall on them in their sadness, + To wipe those tears away. + +Where proud Potomac dashes + Along its northern strand, +Where Rappahannock lashes + Virginia's sparkling sand; +Where Eutaw, famed in story, + Flows swift to Santee's stream, +There, there in grief and gory, + The pining slave is seen! + +And shall New England's daughters, + Descendants of the free, +Beside whose far-famed waters + Is heard sweet minstrelsy-- +Shall they, when hearts are breaking, + And woman weeps in woe, +Shall they, all listless waiting, + No hearts of pity show. + +No! let the shout for freedom + Ring out a certain peal, +Let sire and youthful maiden, + All who have hearts to feel, +Awake! and with the blessing + Of Him who came to save, +A holy, peaceful triumph, + Shall greet the kneeling slave! + + + + +We ask not Martial Glory. + + +We ask not "martial glory," + Nor "battles bravely won;" +We tell no boastful story + To laud our "favorite son;" +We do not seek to gather + From glory's field of blood, +The laurels of the warrior, + Steeped in the crimson flood-- + +But we can boast that Birney + Holds not the tyrant's rod, +Nor binds in chains and fetters, + The image of his God; +No vassal, at his bidding, + Is doomed the lash to feel; +No menial crouches near him, + No Charley's[3] at his heel. + +His heart is free from murder, + His hand without its stain; +His head and heart united, + To loose the bondman's chain: +His deeds of noble daring, + Shall make the tyrant cower; +Oppression flees before him, + With all its boasted power. + +Soon shall the voice of freedom, + O'er earth its echoes roll-- +And earth's rejoicing millions + Be free, from pole to pole. +Then rally round your leader, + Ye friends of liberty; +And let the shout for Birney, + Ring out o'er land and sea. + +[Footnote 3: Clay's body servant.] + + + + +COME, JOIN THE ABOLITIONISTS. + +Air--"When I can read my title clear." + + +[Music] + +Come, join the Abolitionists, + Ye young men bold and strong, +And with a warm and cheerful zeal, + Come, help the cause along: +Come help the cause along, +Come help the cause along; +And with a warm and cheerful zeal, +Come, help the cause along. +Oh that will be joyful, joyful, joyful, +Oh that will be joyful, +When Slav'ry is no more, +When Slav'ry is no more, +When Slav'ry is no more: +'Tis then we'll sing, and off'rings bring, +When Slav'ry is no more. + +Come, join the Abolitionists, + Ye men of riper years, +And save your wives and children dear, + From grief and bitter tears: +From grief and bitter tears, +From grief and bitter tears; +And save your wives and children dear, +From grief and bitter tears. +Oh that will be joyful, joyful, joyful, +Oh that will be joyful, +When Slav'ry is no more, +When Slav'ry is no more, +When Slav'ry is no more: +'Tis then we'll sing, and off'rings bring, +When Slav'ry is no more. + +Come join the Abolitionists, + Ye dames and maidens fair; +And breathe around us in our path, + Affection's hallowed air. +O that will be joyful, joyful, joyful, +O that will be joyful, +When woman cheers us on, +When woman cheers us on, +When woman cheers us on, +To conquests not yet won; +'Tis then we'll sing, and offerings bring, +When woman cheers us on. + +Come, join the Abolitionists, + Ye sons and daughters all; +Of this our own America, + Come at the friendly call. +O that will be joyful, joyful, +O that will be joyful, +When all shall proudly say, +This, this is Freedom's day, +Oppression flee away! +'Tis then we'll sing and offerings bring, +When Freedom wins the day. + + + + +WE ARE COME, ALL COME. + +By G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +We are come, all come, with the crowded throng, +To join our notes in a plaintive song; +For the bond man sighs, and the scalding tear +Runs down his cheek while we mingle here. + +We are come, all come, with a hallowed vow, +At the shrine of slavery never to bow, +For the despot's reign o'er hill and plain, +Spreads grief and woe in his horrid train. + +We are come, all come, a determined band, +To rescue the slave from the tyrant's hand; +And our prayers shall ascend with our songs to Him +Who sits in the midst of the cherubim. + +We are come, all come, in the strength of youth, +In the light of hope and the power of truth; +And we joy to see in our ranks to-day, +The honored locks of the good and grey. + +We are come, all come, in our holy might, +And freedom's foes shall be put to flight; +Oh God! with favoring smiles from thee, +Our songs shall soon chant the victory. + + + + +THE LAW OF LOVE. + +Words by a Lady. Music by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +Blest is the man whose tender heart + Feels all another's pain, +To whom the supplicating eye + Was never raised in vain, + Was never raised in vain. + +Whose breast expands with generous warmth, + A stranger's woe to feel, +And bleeds in pity o'er the wound, + He wants the power to heal, + He wants the power to heal. + +He spreads his kind supporting arms, + To every child of grief; +His secret bounty largely flows, + And brings unasked relief. + +To gentle offices of love + His feet are never slow; +He views, through mercy's melting eye, + A brother in his foe. + +To him protection shall be shown, + And mercy from above +Descend on those, who thus fulfil + The perfect law of love. + + + + +Oh! Charity! + + +Oh charity! thou heavenly grace, + All tender, soft, and kind, +A friend to all the human race, + To all that's good inclined. + +The man of charity extends + To all his helping hand; +His kindred, neighbors, foes, and friends, + His pity may command. + +The sick, the prisoner, deaf, and blind, + And all the sons of grief, +In him a benefactor find; + He loves to give relief. + +'Tis love that makes religion sweet + 'Tis love that makes us rise; +With willing minds, and ardent feet, + To yonder happy skies. + + + + +THE MERCY SEAT. + +Words by Mrs. Sigourney. Music by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +From every stormy wind that blows, +From every swelling tide of woes, +There is a calm, a sure retreat-- +Our refuge is the Mercy-seat. + +There is a place where Jesus sheds +The oil of gladness on our heads, +A place than all beside more sweet-- +We seek the blood-bought Mercy-seat. + +There is a spot where spirits blend, +Where friend holds fellowship with friend; +Though sundered far, by faith we meet, +Around one common Mercy-Seat. + +Ah! whither could we flee for aid, +When hunted, scourged, oppressed, dismayed,-- +Or how our bloody foes defeat, +Had suffering slaves no Mercy-Seat! + +Oh! let these hands forget their skill, +These tongues be silent, cold, and still, +These throbbing hearts forget to beat, +If we forget the Mercy-Seat. + + + + +Friend of the Friendless. + + +God of my life! to thee I call, +Afflicted at thy feet I fall; +When the great water-floods prevail, +Leave not my trembling heart to fail. + +Friend of the friendless and the faint! +Where should I lodge my deep complaint? +Where but with thee, whose open door +Invites the helpless and the poor? + +Did ever mourner plead with thee, +And thou refuse that mourner's plea? +Does not thy word still fixed remain, +That none shall seek thy face in vain? + +Poor though I am, despised, forgot, +Yet God, my God forgets me not; +And he is safe, he must succeed, +For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead. + + + + +WAKE YE NUMBERS! + +Words by Lewis. Air, "Strike the Cymbals." + + +[Music] + +Wake ye numbers! from your slumbers + Hear the song of freedom pour! +By its shaking, fiercely breaking, + Every chain upon our shore. +Flags are waving, all tyrants braving, + Proudly, freely, o'er our plains; +Let no minions check our pinions, + While a single grief remains. +Proud oblations, thou Queen of nations! + Have been poured upon they waters; + Afric's bleeding sons and daughters, +Now before us, loud implore us, + Looking to Jehovah's throne, +Chains are wearing, hearts despairing, + Will ye hear a nation's moan? +Soothe their sorrow, ere the morrow + Change their aching hearts to stone: +Then the light of nature's smile +Freedom's realm shall bless the while; +And the pleasure mercy brings +Flow from all her latent springs; +Delight shall spread, shall spread her shining wings, + Rejoicing, Rejoicing, Rejoicing. + +Daily, nightly, burning brightly, + Glory's pillar fills the air; +Hearts are waking, chains are breaking, + Freedom bids her sons prepare: +O'er the ocean, in proud devotion, + Incense rises to the skies; +From our mountains, o'er our fountains, + See, our Eagle proudly flies! +What deploring impedes his soaring? + Millions still in bondage sighing! + Long in deep oppression lying! +Shall their story mar our glory? + Must their life in sorrow flow? +Tears are falling! fetters galling! + Listen to the cry of woe! +Still oppressing! never blessing! + Shall their grief no ending know? +Yes! our nation yet shall feel; +Time shall break the chain of steel; +Then the slave shall nobly stand; +Peace shall smile with lustre bland; +Glory shall crown our happy land-- + Forever. + + + + +COMFORT FOR THE BONDMAN. + +Air--"Indian Philosopher." + + +[Music] + +Come on, my partners in distress, +My comrades in this wilderness, + Who groan beneath your chains; +A while forget your griefs and fears, +And look beyond this vale of tears, + To yon celestial plains. + +Beyond the bounds of time and space, +Look forward to that heavenly place, + Which mortals never trod; +On faith's strong eagle pinions rise, +Work out your passage to the skies, + And scale the mount of God. + +If, like our Lord, we suffer here, +We shall before his face appear, + And at his side sit down; +To patient faith the prize is sure, +For all who to the end endure + Shall wear a glorious crown. + +Thrice blessed, exalted, blissful hope! +It lifts our fainting spirits up, + It brings to life the dead; +Our bondage here will soon be past, +Then we shall rise and reign at last, + Triumphant with our Head. + + + + +Come and see the Works of God. + + +Lift up to God the shout of joy, +Let all the earth its powers employ, + To sound his glorious praise; +Say, unto God--"How great art thou! +Thy foes before thy presence bow! + How gracious are thy ways! + +"To thee all lands their homage bring, +They raise the song, they shout, they sing + The honors of thy name." +Come! see the wondrous works of God; +How dreadful is his vengeful rod! + How wide extends his fame! + +He made a highway through the sea, +His people, long-enslaved, to free, + And give them Canaan's land; +Through endless years his reign extends, +His piercing eye to earth he bends-- + Ye despots! fear his hand. + +O! bless our God, lift up your voice +Ye people! sing aloud--rejoice-- + His mighty praise declare; +The Lord hath made our bondage cease, +Broke off our chains, brought sure release, + And turned to praise our prayer. + + + + +HARK! A VOICE FROM HEAVEN. + +Words by Oliver Johnson. Music--"Zion." + + +[Music] + +Hark! a voice from heaven proclaiming, + Comfort to the mourning slave; +God has heard him long complaining, + And extends his arm to save; + Proud oppression + Soon shall find a shameful grave; + Proud oppression, + Soon shall find a shameful end. + +See, the light of truth is breaking + Full and clear on every hand; +And the voice of mercy speaking, + Now is heard through all the land: + Firm and fearless, + See the friends of freedom stand. + +Lo! the nation is arousing + From its slumber long and deep; +And the friends of God are waking, + Never, never more to sleep, + While a bondman, + In his chains remains to weep. + +Long, too long, have we been dreaming + O'er our country's sin and shame: +Let us now, the time redeeming, + Press the helpless captive's claim-- + Till exulting, + He shall cast aside his chain. + + + + +THE PLEASANT LAND WE LOVE. + +Words by N.P. Willis. Air, Carrier Dove. + + +[Music] + +Joy to the pleasant land we love, + The land our fathers trod! +Joy to the land for which they won + "Freedom to worship God." +For peace on all its sunny hills, + On every mountain broods, +And sleeps by all its gushing rills, + And all its mighty floods. + +The wife sits meekly by the hearth, + Her infant child beside; +The father on his noble boy + Looks with a fearless pride. +The grey old man, beneath the tree, + Tales of his childhood tells; +And sweetly in the hush of morn + Peal out the Sabbath bells. + +And we ARE free--but is there not + One blot upon our name? +Is our proud record written fair + Upon the scroll of fame? +Our banner floateth by the shore, + Our flag upon the sea; +But when the fettered slave is loosed, + We shall be truly free! + + + + +The Freed Slave. + + +Yet once again, once more again, + My bark bounds o'er the wave; +They know not, who ne'er clanked the chain, + What 'tis to be a slave: +To sit alone, beside the wood, + And gaze upon the sky: +This may, indeed, be solitude, + But 'tis not slavery. + +Fatigued with labor's noontide task, + To sigh in vain for sleep; +Or faintly smile, our griefs to mask, + When 't would be joy to weep; +To court the shade of leafy bower, + Thirst for the freedom wave, +But to obtain denied the power-- + This is to be a slave! + +Son of the sword! on honor's field + 'Tis thine to find a grave; +Yet, when from life's worst ill 'twould shield, + It comes not to the slave. +The lightsome to the heavy heart, + The laugh changed to the sigh; +To live from all we love apart-- + Oh! this is slavery. + + + + +The Liberty Flag. + +ALTERED FROM J.H. AIKMAN. + + +Fling abroad its folds to the cooling breeze, + Let it float at the mast-head high; +And gather around, all hearts resolved, + To sustain it there or die: +An emblem of peace and hope to the world, + Unstained let it ever be; +And say to the world, where'er it waves, + Our flag is the flag of the free! + +That banner proclaims to the list'ning earth, + That the reign of base tyrants is o'er, +The galling chain of the cruel lord, + Shall enslave mankind no more: +An emblem of hope to the poor and crushed, + O place it where all may see; +And shout with glad voice as you raise it high, + Our flag is the flag of the free! + +Then on high, on high let that banner wave, + And lead us the foe to meet, +Let it float in triumph o'er our heads, + Or be our winding sheet; +And never, oh, never be it furled, + 'Till it wave o'er earth and sea; +And all mankind shall swell the shout + Our flag is the flag of the free. + + + + +MARCH TO THE BATTLEFIELD. + +Parody by G.W.C. Air "Oft in the stilly night." + + +[Music] + +March to the battlefield, + The foe is now before us; +Each heart is freedom's shield, + And heaven is smiling o'er us. +The woes and pains of slavery's chains, + That bind three millions under; +In proud disdain we'll burst their chain, + And tear each link asunder. + +Who for his country brave, + Would fly from her invader? +Who his base life to save + Would traitor like degrade her? +Our hallowed cause-- + Our homes and laws, +'Gainst tyrant hosts sustaining, + We'll win a crown of bright renown, +Or die, man's rights maintaining, + March to the battlefield, &c. + + + + +Oft in the Chilly Night. + +BY PIERPONT. + + +Oft in the chilly night, + Ere slumber's chain has bound me, +When all her silvery light + The moon is pouring round me, +Beneath its ray I kneel and pray + That God would give some token +That slavery's chains on Southern plains, + Shall all ere long be broken: +Yes, in the chilly night, + Though slavery's chain has bound me, +Kneel I, and feel the might + Of God's right arm around me. + +When at the driver's call, + In cold or sultry weather, +We slaves, both great and small, + Turn out to toil together, +I feel like one from whom the sun + Of hope has long departed; +And morning's light, and weary night, + Still find me broken hearted: +Thus, when the chilly breath + Of night is sighing round me, +Kneel I, and wish that death + In his cold chain had bound me. + + + + +SONG OF THE FREE. + +Parodied by G.W.C. Tune, Lutzow's Wild Hunt. + + +[Music] + +From valley and mountain, from hilltop and glen, + What shouts thro' the air are rebounding! +And echo is sending the sounds back again, + And loud thro' the air they are sounding, + And loud through the air they are sounding: +And if you ask what those joyous strains? + 'Tis the songs of bondmen now bursting their chains. + +And who through our nation is waging the fight? + What host from the battle is flying? +Our true hearted freemen maintain the right, + And the monster oppression is dying, + And the monster oppression is dying: +And if you ask what you there behold? +'Tis the army of freemen, the true and the bold. + +Too long have slave-holders triumphantly reigned, + Too long in their chains have they bound us; +To freedom awaking, no longer enchained, + The goddess of freedom has saved us, + The goddess of freedom has saved us: +And if you ask what has made us free? +'Tis the vote that gave us our liberty. + + + + +Holy Freedom. + +BY PIERPONT. + + +The bondmen are free in the isles of the main! + The chains from their limbs they are flinging! +They stand up as men!--never tyrant again, + In the pride of his heart, shall God's image profane! + It is Liberty's song that is ringing! +Hark! loud comes the cry o'er the bounding sea, + "Freedom! Freedom! Freedom, our joy is in thee!" + +Alas! that to-day, on Columbia's shore, + The groans of her slaves are resounding! +On plains of the South their life-blood they pour! +O, Freemen! blest Freemen! your help they implore! + It is Slavery's wail that is sounding! +Hark! loud comes the cry on the Southern gale, +"Freedom! Freedom! Freedom or death, must prevail!" + +O ye who are blest with fair Liberty's light, + With courage and hope all abounding, +With weapons of love be ye bold for the right! +By the preaching of truth put oppression to flight! + Then, your altars triumphant surrounding, +Loud, loud let the anthem of joy ring out! +"Freedom! Freedom!" list all the world to the shout! + + + + +YE SONS OF FREEMEN. + +Words by Mrs. J.G. Carter. Air, "Marseilles Hymn." + + +[Music] + + Ye sons of freemen wake to sadness, + Hark! hark, what myriads bid you rise; + Three millions of our race in madness + Break out in wails, in bitter cries, + Break out in wails, in bitter cries; + Must men whose hearts now bleed with anguish, + Yes, trembling slaves, in freedom's land + Endure the lash, nor raise a hand? + Must nature 'neath the whip-cord languish? + Have pity on the slave, + Take courage from God's word; +Pray on, pray on, all hearts resolved, these captives shall be free. + + The fearful storm--it threatens lowering, + Which God in mercy long delays; + Slaves yet may see their masters cowering, + While whole plantations smoke and blaze! + While whole plantations smoke and blaze! + And we may now prevent the ruin, + Ere lawless force with guilty stride + Shall scatter vengeance far and wide-- + With untold crimes their hands embruing. + Have pity on the slave; + Take courage from God's word; +Pray, on, pray on, all hearts resolved--these captives shall be free! + + With luxury and wealth surrounded, + The southern masters proudly dare, + With thirst of gold and power unbounded, + To mete and vend God's light and air! + To mete and vend God's light and air; + Like beasts of burden, slaves are loaded, + Till life's poor toilsome day is o'er; + While they in vain for right implore; + And shall they longer still be goaded? + Have pity on the slave; + Take courage from God's word; +Toil on, toil on, all hearts resolved these captives shall be free. + + O Liberty! can man e'er bind thee? + Can overseers quench thy flame? + Can dungeons, bolts, or bars confine thee, + Or threats thy Heaven born spirit tame? + Or threats thy Heaven born spirit tame? + Too long the slave has groaned bewailing + The power these heartless tyrants wield; + Yet free them not by sword or shield, + For with men's heart's they're unavailing, + Have pity on the slave: + Take courage from God's word; +Vote on! vote on! all hearts resolved--these captives shall be free! + + + + +ARE YE TRULY FREE? + +Words by J.R. Lowell. Air, "Martyn." + + +[Music] + +Men! whose boast it is that ye +Come of fathers brave and free; +If there breathe on earth a slave, +Are ye truly free and brave? +Are ye not base slaves indeed, +Men unworthy to be freed? +If ye do not feel the chain, +When it works a brother's pain? + +Women! who shall one day bear +Sons to breathe God's bounteous air, +If ye hear without a blush, +Deeds to make the roused blood rush +Like red lava through your veins, +For your sisters now in chains; +Answer! are ye fit to be +Mothers of the brave and free? + +Is true freedom but to break +Fetters for our own dear sake, +And, with leathern hearts forget +That we owe mankind a debt? +No! true freedom is to share +All the chains our brothers wear, +And with hand and heart to be +Earnest to make others free. + +They are slaves who fear to speak +For the fallen and the weak; +They are slaves, who will not choose +Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, +Rather than, in silence, shrink +From the truth they needs must think; +They are slaves, who dare not be +In the right with _two_ or _three_. + + + + +That's my Country. + + +Does the land, in native might, +Pant for Liberty and Right? +Long to cast from human kind +Chains of body and of mind-- +That's my country, that's the land +I can love with heart and hand, +O'er her miseries weep and sigh, +For her glory live and die. + +Does the land her banner wave, +Most invitingly, to save; +Wooing to her arms of love, +Strangers who would freemen prove? +That's the land to which I cling, +Of her glories I can sing, +On her altar nobly swear +Higher still her fame to rear. + +Does the land no conquest make, +But the war for honor's sake-- +Count the greatest triumph won, +That which most of good has done-- +That's the land approved of God; +That's the land whose stainless sod +O'er my sleeping dust shall bloom, +Noblest land and noblest tomb! + + + + +LIBERTY BATTLE-SONG. + +From "The Emancipator." Air--"Our Warrior's Heart." + + +[Music] + +Arouse, ye friends of law and right, + Arouse, arouse, arouse! +All who in Freedom's cause delight, + Arouse, arouse, arouse! +The time, the time, is drawing near, +When we must at our posts appear; +Then clear the decks for action, clear! + Arouse, arouse, arouse! + +Awake, and couch Truth's fatal dart + Awake! awake! awake! +Bid error to the shades depart, + Awake! awake! awake! +Prepare to deal the deadly blow, +To lay the power of Slavery low, +A ballot, lads, is our veto; + Awake! awake! awake! + +Arise! ye sons of honest toil, + Arise! arise! arise! +Ye free-born tillers of the soil, + Arise! arise! arise! +Come from your workshops and the field, +We've sworn to conquer ere we'll yield; +The ballot-box is Freedom's shield, + Arise! arise! arise! + +Unite, and strike for equal laws, + Unite! unite! unite! +For equal Justice! that's our cause + Unite! unite! unite! +Shall the vile slavites win the day? +Shall men of whips and blood bear sway? +Unite, and dash their chains away, + Unite! unite! unite! + +March on! and vote the hireling down, + March on! march on! march on! +Our blighted land with blessings crown, + March on! march on! march on! +Shall Manhood ever wear the chain? +Shall Freedom look to us in vain? +Up to the struggle! Strike again! + March on! march on! march on! + +Hurrah! the word pass down the line, + Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! +Birney's and Morris' name shall shine, + Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! +Like comets, on their country's page, +Without a cloud, undimmed by age, +Revered by patriot and by sage; + Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! + + + + +Birney and Liberty. + + +Hurrah! the ball is rolling on, + Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! +In spite of whig or loco don, + Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! +Our country still has hopes to rise, +The bravest efforts win the prize, + Hurrah! &c. + +With joy elate our friends appear, + Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! +Our vaunting foes are filled with fear, + Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! +Ten thousand slaves have run away +From Georgia to Canada; + Hurrah! &c. + +Lo! all the world for Birney now, + Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! +See! as he comes the parties bow, + Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! +No iron mixed with miry clay, +Will ever do, the people say, + Hurrah! &c. + +Then up, ye hearties, one and all! + Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! +Be faithful to your country's call; + Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! +Let none the vote of freedom shun, +Run to the meeting--run, run, run! + Hurrah, &c. + +Be Birney's name the one you choose, + Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! +Let not a soul his ballot lose, + Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! +No other man in this our day +Will ever do, the people say: + Hurrah! &c. + + + + +THE BALLOT-BOX. + +Air--from "Lincoln." + + +[Music] + +Freedom's consecrated dower, + Casket of a priceless gem! +Nobler heritage of power, + Than imperial diadem! +Corner-stone, on which was reared, + Liberty's triumphal dome, +When her glorious form appeared, + 'Midst our own Green Mountain home. + +Guard it, Freemen! guard it well, + Spotless as your maiden's fame! +Never let your children tell + Of your weakness, of your shame; +That their fathers basely sold, + What was bought with blood and toil, +That you bartered right for gold, + Here, on Freedom's sacred soil. + +Let your eagle's quenchless eye, + Fixed, unerring, sleepless, bright, +Watch, when danger hovers nigh, + From his lofty mountain height; +While the stripes and stars shall wave + O'er this treasure, pure and free-- +The land's Palladium, it shall save + The home and shrine of liberty. + + + + +Christian Mother. + +BY MISS C. + + +Christian mother, when thy prayer, +Trembles on the twilight air, +And thou askest God to keep +In their waking and their sleep, +Those, whose love is more to thee +Than the wealth of land or sea-- +Think of those who wildly mourn +For the loved ones from them torn. + +Christian daughter, sister, wife, +Ye who wear a guarded life, +Ye, whose bliss hangs not, thank God, +On a tyrant's word or nod, +Will ye hear, with careless eye, +Of the wild, despairing cry, +Rising up from human hearts, +As their latest bliss departs. + +Blest ones, whom no hands on earth, +Dare to wrench from home and hearth, +Ye, whose hearts are sheltered well, +By affection's holy spell; +Oh, forget not those for whom +Life is nought but changeless gloom! +O'er whose days, so woe-begone, +Hope may paint no brighter dawn. + + + + +THE LIBERTY PARTY. + +Words by E. Wright, jr. Tune--"'Tis Dawn, the Lark is Singing." + + +[Music] + +Will ye despise the acorn, + Just thrusting out its shoot, +Ye giants of the forest, + That strike the deepest root? +Will ye despise the streamlets + Upon the mountain side; +Ye broad and mighty rivers, + On sweeping to the tide? + +Wilt thou despise the crescent, + That trembles, newly born, +Thou bright and peerless planet, + Whose reign shall reach the morn? +Time now his scythe is whetting, + Ye giant oaks, for you; +Ye floods, the sea is thirsting, + To drink you like the dew. + +That crescent, faint and trembling, + Her lamp shall nightly trim, +Till thou, imperious planet, + Shall in her light grow dim; +And so shall wax the Party, + Now feeble at its birth, +Till Liberty shall cover + This tyrant trodden earth. + +That party, as we term it, + The Party of the Whole-- +Has for its firm foundation, + The substance of the soul; +It groweth out of Reason, + The strongest soil below; +The smaller is its budding, + The more its room to grow! + +Then rally to its banners, + Supported by the true-- +The weakest are the waning, + The many are the few: +Of what is small, but living, + God makes himself the nurse; +While "Onward" cry the voices + Of all his universe. + +Our plant is of the cedar, + That knoweth not decay: +Its growth shall bless the mountains, + Till mountains pass away. +God speed the infant party, + The party of the whole-- +And surely he will do it, + While reason is its soul. + + + + +BE FREE, O MAN, BE FREE. + +Words by Mary H. Maxwell. Music by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +The storm-winds wildly blowing, + The bursting billows mock, +As with their foam-crests glowing, + They dash the sea-girt rock; +Amid the wild commotion, + The revel of the sea, +A voice is on the ocean, + Be free, O man, be free. + +Behold the sea-brine leaping + High in the murky air; +List to the tempest sweeping + In chainless fury there. +What moves the mighty torrent, + And bids it flow abroad? +Or turns the rapid current? + What, but the voice of God? + +Then, answer, is the spirit + Less noble or less free? +From whom does it inherit + The doom of slavery? +When man can bind the waters, + That they no longer roll, +Then let him forge the fetters + To clog the human soul. + +Till then a voice is stealing + From earth and sea, and sky, +And to the soul revealing + Its immortality. +The swift wind chants the numbers + Careering o'er the sea, +And earth aroused from slumbers, + Re-echoes, "Man, be free." + + + + +Arouse! Arouse! + + +Arouse, arouse, arouse! + Ye bold New England men! +No more with sullen brows, + Remain as ye have been: +Your country's freedom calls, + Once bought by patriots' blood; +Rouse, or that freedom falls + Beneath the tyrant's rod! + +Three million men in chains, + Your friendly aid implore; +Slight you the piteous strains + That from their bosoms pour? +Shall it be told in story, + Or troll'd in burning song, +New England's boasted glory + Forgot the bondman's wrong? + +Shall freeman's sons be taunted, + That freedom's spirit's fled; +That what the fathers vaunted, + With sordid sons is dead? +That they in grovelling gain + Have lost their ancient fire, +And 'neath the despot's chain, + Let liberty expire? + +Oh no, your father's bones + Would cry out from the ground; +Ay, e'en New England's stones + Would echo on the sound: +Rouse, then, New England men! + Rally in freedom's name! +In your bosoms once again + Light up the sleeping flame! + + + + +THE LAST NIGHT OF SLAVERY. + +Tune--"Cherokee Death-song." + + +[Music] + + Let the floods clap their hands, + Let the mountains rejoice, + Let all the glad lands + Breathe a jubilant voice; +The sun that now sets on the waves of the sea +Shall gild with his rising the land of the free. + + Let the islands be glad! + For their King in his might, + Who his glory hath clad + With a garment of light, +In the waters the beams of his chambers hath laid, +And in the green waters his pathway hath made. + + No more shall the deep, + Lend its awe-stricken waves, + In their caverns to steep + Its wild burden of slaves; +The Lord sitteth King--sitteth King on the flood, +He heard, and hath answered the voice of their blood. + + Dispel the blue haze, + Golden fountain of morn! + With meridian blaze + The wide ocean adorn: +The sunlight has touched the glad waves of the sea, +And day now illumines the land of the free. + + + + +THE LITTLE SLAVE GIRL. + +Words by a Lady. Air--Morgiana in Ireland. + + +[Music] + +When bright morning lights the hills, + Where free children sing most cheerily, +My young breast with sorrow fills, + While here I plod my way so wearily: + Sad my face, more sad my heart, +From home, from all I had to part, +A loving mother, my sister, my brother, +For chains and lash in hopeless misery, + Children try it, could you try it; +But one day to live in slavery, + Children try it, try it, try it; +Come, come, give me liberty. + +Ere I close my eyes to sleep, + Thoughts of home keep coming over me; +All alone I wake and weep-- + Yet mother hears not--no one pities me-- + Never smiling, sick, forlorn, +Oh that I had ne'er been born! +I should not sorrow to die to-morrow, +Then mother earth would kindly shelter me; + Children try it, could you try it! +Give me freedom, yes, from misery! + Children try it, try it, try it! +Come, come, give me Liberty! + + + + +STOLEN WE WERE. + +Words by a Colored Man. + + +[Music] + +Stolen we were from Africa, +Transported to America; +It's work all day and half the night, +And rise before the morning light; + Sinner! man! why don't you repent? + For the judgment is rolling around! + For the judgment is rolling around! + +Like the brute beast in public street, +Endure the cold and stand the heat; +King Jesus told you once before +To go your way and sin no more; + Sinner! man! &c. + +If e'er I reach the Northern shore, +I'll ne'er go back, no, never more; +I think I hear these ladies say, +We'll sing for Freedom night and day; + Sinner! man! &c. + +Now let us all, yes, every man, +Vote for the Slave, for now we can; +Break every chain and every yoke, +Vote not for Clay nor James K. Polk; + Sinner! man! &c. + +Come let us go for James G. Birney, +Who sells not flesh and blood for money; +He is the man you all can see, +Who gave his slaves their liberty; + Sinner! man! &c. + +We hail thee as an honest Man, +God made thee on his noblest plan; +To stand for freedom in that hour, +To thrust a blow at Slavery's power; + Sinner! man! &c. + + + + +A VISION.[4] + +Words by Crary. Music by G.W.C. + +[Footnote 4: Scene in the nether world--purporting to be a +conversation between the departed ghost of a Southern slaveholding +clergyman, and the devil!] + + +[Music] + +At dead of night, when others sleep, + Near Hell I took my station; +And from that dungeon, dark and deep, + O'erheard this conversation: +"Hail, Prince of Darkness, ever hail, + Adored by each infernal, +I come among your gang to wail, + And taste of death eternal." + +"Where are you from?" the fiend demands, + "What makes you look so frantic? +Are you from Carolina's strand, + Just west of the Atlantic? +Are you that man of blood and birth, + Devoid of human feeling? +The wretch I saw, when last on earth, + In human cattle dealing? + +"Whose soul, with blood and rapine stain'd, + With deeds of crime to dark it; +Who drove God's image, starved and chained, + To sell like beasts in market? +Who tore the infant from the breast, + That you might sell its mother? +Whose craving mind could never rest, + Till you had sold a brother? + +"Who gave the sacrament to those + Whose chains and handcuffs rattle? +Whose backs soon after felt the blows, + More heavy than thy cattle?" +"I'm from the South," the ghost replies, + "And I was there a teacher; +Saw men in chains, with laughing eyes: + I was a Southern Preacher! + +"In tassled pulpits, gay and fine, + I strove to please the tyrants, +To prove that slavery is divine, + And what the Scripture warrants. +And when I saw the horrid sight, + Of slaves by tortures dying, +And told their masters all was right, + I knew that I was lying. + +"I knew all this, and who can doubt, + I felt a sad misgiving? +But still, I knew, if I spoke out, + That I should lose my living. +They made me fat, they paid me well, + To preach down abolition, +I slept--I died--I woke in Hell, + How altered my condition! + +"I now am in a sea of fire, + Whose fury ever rages; +I am a slave, and can't get free, + Through everlasting ages. +Yes! when the sun and moon shall fade, + And fire the rocks dissever, +I must sink down beneath the shade, + And feel God's wrath for ever." + +Our Ghost stood trembling all the while-- + He saw the scene transpiring; +With soul aghast and visage sad, + All hope was now retiring. +The Demon cried, on vengeance bent, + "I say, in haste, retire! +And you shall have a negro sent + To attend and punch the fire." + + + + +GET OFF THE TRACK. + +Words by Jesse Hutchinson. Air, "Dan Tucker." + + +[Music] + +Ho! the car Emancipation +Rides majestic thro' our nation, +Bearing on its train the story, +Liberty! a nation's glory. + Roll it along, roll it along, roll it along, thro' the nation, + Freedom's car, Emancipation! + +Men of various predilections, +Frightened, run in all directions; +Merchants, editors, physicians, +Lawyers, priests, and politicians. + Get out of the way! every station! + Clear the track of 'mancipation! + +Let the ministers and churches +Leave behind sectarian lurches; +Jump on board the Car of Freedom, +Ere it be too late to need them. + Sound the alarm! Pulpits thunder! + Ere too late you see your blunder! + +Politicians gazed, astounded, +When, at first, our bell resounded: +_Freight trains_ are coming, tell these foxes, +With our _votes_ and _ballot boxes_. + Jump for your lives! politicians, + From your dangerous, false positions. + +Railroads to Emancipation +Cannot rest on _Clay_ foundation. +And the _tracks_ of '_The Polk-itian_' +Are but railroads to perdition! + Pull up the rails! Emancipation + Cannot rest on such foundation. + +All true friends of Emancipation, +Haste to Freedom's railroad station; +Quick into the cars get seated, +All is ready and completed.-- + Put on the steam! all are crying, + And the liberty flags are flying. + +On, triumphant see them bearing, +Through sectarian rubbish tearing; +The bell and whistle and the steaming, +Startle thousands from their dreaming. + Look out for the cars while the bell rings! + Ere the sound your funeral knell rings. + +See the people run to meet us; +At the depôts thousands greet us; +All take seats with exultation, +In the Car Emancipation. + Huzza! Huzza!! Emancipation + Soon will bless our happy nation. + Huzza! Huzza! Huzza!!! + + + + +EMANCIPATION SONG. + +Words from the "Bangor Gazette." Air, "Crambambule." + + +[Music] + +Let waiting throngs now lift their voices, + As Freedom's glorious day draws near, +While every gentle tongue rejoices, + And each bold heart is filled with cheer, +The slave has seen the Northern star, +He'll soon be free, hurrah, hurrah! +Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah, hurrah! + +Though many still are writhing under + The cruel whips of "chevaliers," +Who mothers from their children sunder, + And scourge them for their helpless tears-- +Their safe deliv'rance is not far! +The day draws nigh!--hurrah, hurrah! + +Just ere the dawn the darkness deepest + Surrounds the earth as with a pall; +Dry up thy tears, O thou that weepest, + That on thy sight the rays may fall! +No doubt let now thy bosom mar: +Send up the shout--hurrah, hurrah! + +Shall we distrust the God of Heaven?-- + He every doubt and fear will quell; +By him the captive's chains are riven-- + So let us loud the chorus swell! +Man shall be free from cruel law,-- +Man shall be MAN!--hurrah, hurrah! + +No more again shall it be granted + To southern overseers to rule-- +No more will pilgrims' sons be taunted + With cringing low in slavery's school. +So clear the way for Freedom's car-- +The free shall rule!--hurrah, hurrah! + +Send up the shout Emancipation-- + From heaven let the echoes bound-- +Soon will it bless this franchised nation,-- + Come raise again the stirring sound? +Emancipation near and far-- +Swell up the shout--hurrah! hurrah! + + + + +HARBINGER OF LIBERTY. + +Words by a Lady. Music by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +See yon glorious star ascending, + Brightly o'er the Southern sea! +Truth and peace on earth portending, + Herald of a jubilee! + Hail it, Freemen! Hail it, Freemen! + 'Tis the star of Liberty. + +Dim at first--but widely spreading, + Soon 'twill burst supremely bright, +Life and health and comfort shedding + O'er the shades of moral night; + Hail it, Bondmen! + Slavery cannot bear its light. + +Few its rays--'t is but the dawning + Of the reign of truth and peace; +Joy to slaves--yet sad forewarning, + To the tyrants of our race; + Tremble, Tyrants! + Soon your cruel pow'r will cease. + +Earth is brighten'd by the glory + Of its mild and peaceful rays; +Ransom'd slaves shall tell the story, + See its light, and sing its praise; + Hail it, Christians! + Harbinger of better days. + + + + +Light of Truth. + + +Hark! a voice from heaven proclaiming + Comfort to the mourning slave; +God has heard him long complaining, + And extends his arm to save; + Proud Oppression + Soon shall find a shameful grave. + +See! the light of truth is breaking, + Full and clear on ev'ry hand; +And the voice of mercy, speaking, + Now is heard through all the land; + Firm and fearless, + See the friends of Freedom stand! + +Lo! the nation is arousing + From its slumbers, long and deep; +And the church of God is waking, + Never, never more to sleep, + While a bondman, + In his chains remains to weep. + +Long, too long, have we been dreaming, + O'er our country's sin and shame; +Let us now, the time redeeming, + Press the helpless captive's claim, + Till, exulting, + He shall cast aside his chain. + + + + +ODE TO JAMES G. BIRNEY. + +Words by Elizur Wright. Music by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +We hail thee, Birney, just and true, + The calm and fearless, staunch and tried, +The bravest of the valiant few, + Our country's hope, our country's pride! +In Freedom's battle take the van; +We hail thee as an honest man. + +Thy country, in her darkest hour, + When heroes bend at Mammon's shrine, +And virtue sells herself to Power, + Lights up in smiles at deeds like thine! +Then welcome to the battle's van-- +We _hail_ thee as an HONEST MAN! + +Thy own example leads the way + From Egypt's gloom to Canaan's light; +Thy justice is the breaking day + Of Slavery's long and guilty night; +Then welcome to the battle's van-- +We hail thee as an honest man. + +Thine is the eagle eye to see, + And thine a human heart to feel; +A worthy leader of the free, + We'll trust thee with a Nation's weal; +We'll trust thee in the battle's van-- +We _hail_ thee as an honest man. + +An _honest man_--an _honest man_-- + God made thee on his noblest plan, +To do the right and brave the scorn; + To stand in Freedom's "hope forlorn;" +Then welcome to the triumph's van-- +WE HAIL THEE AS OUR CHOSEN MAN! + + + + +A TRIBUTE TO DEPARTED WORTH.[5] + +[Footnote 5: As sung by G.W.C. at the erection of the monument to the +memory of Myron Holley, Mount Hope, Rochester. It may be sung as a +Dirge.] + + +[Music] + +Oh, it is not the tear at this moment shed, + When the cold turf has just been laid o'er him, +That can tell how beloved was the soul that's fled, + Or how deep in our hearts we deplore him: +'Tis the tear through many a long day wept, + Through a life by his loss all shaded, +'Tis the sad remembrance fondly kept, + When all other griefs have faded. + +Oh! thus shall we mourn, and his memory's light + While it shines through our hearts will improve them; +For worth shall look fairer, and truth more bright, + When we think how he lived but to love them. +And as buried saints the grave perfume, + Where fadeless they've long been lying;-- +So our hearts shall borrow a sweetening bloom + From the image he left there in dying. + + + + +THE LIBERTY VOTER'S SONG. + +Words by E. Wright, jr. Air, from "Niel Gow's Farewell." + + +[Music] + +The vote, the vote, the mighty vote, +Though once we used a humbler note, +And prayed our servants to be just, +We tell the now they must, they must. + +Chorus. + + The tyrant's grapple, by our vote, + We'll loosen from our brother's throat, + With Washington we here agree, + The vote's the weapon of the free. + +We'll scatter not the precious power +On parties that to slavery cower; +But make it one against the wrong, +Till down it comes, a million strong. + The tyrant's grapple, &c. + +We'll bake the dough-face with our vote, +Who stood the scorching when we wrote; +And paler than the milky way, +We'll bake the plastic face of CLAY. + The tyrant's grapple, &c. + +Our vote shall teach all statesmen law, +Who in the Southern harness draw; +So well contented to be slaves, +They fain would prove their fathers knaves! + The tyrant's grapple, &c. + +We'll not provoke our wives to use +A power that we through fear abuse; +His mother shall not blush to own +One voter of us for a son. + The tyrant's grapple, by our vote, + We'll loosen from our brother's throat; + With Washington we here agree, + Whose MOTHER taught him to be free! + + + + +THE LIBERTY BALL. + +G.W.C. Air, "Rosin the Bow." + + +[Music] + +Come all ye true friends of the nation, + Attend to humanity's call; +Come aid the poor slave's liberation, + And roll on the liberty ball-- + And roll on the liberty ball-- + And roll on the liberty ball, + Come aid the poor slave's liberation, + And roll on the liberty ball. + +The Liberty hosts are advancing-- + For freedom to _all_ they declare; +The down-trodden millions are sighing-- + Come, break up our gloom of despair. + Come break up our gloom of despair, &c. + +Ye Democrats, come to the rescue, + And aid on the liberty cause, +And millions will rise up and bless you + With heart-cheering songs of applause, + With heart-cheering songs, &c. + +Ye Whigs forsake CLAY and _John Tyler_! + And boldly step into our ranks; +We'll spread our pure banner still wider, + And invite all the friends of the banks,-- + And invite all the friends of the banks, &c. + +And when we have formed the blest union + We'll firmly march on, one and all-- +We'll sing when we meet in communion, + And _roll on_ the liberty ball, + And roll on the liberty ball, &c. + +How can you stand halting while virtue + Is sweetly appealing to all; +Then haste to the standard of duty, + And roll on the liberty ball; + And roll on the liberty ball, &c. + +The question of test is now turning, + And freedom or slavery must fall, +While hope in the bosom is burning, + We'll roll on the liberty ball; + We'll roll on the liberty ball, &c. + +Ye freemen attend to your voting, + Your ballots will answer the call; +And while others attend to _log-rolling_, + We'll roll on the liberty ball-- + We'll roll on the liberty ball, &c. + + + + +The Trumpet of Freedom. + + +HARK! hark! to the TRUMPET of FREEDOM! + Her rallying signal she blows: +Come, gather around her broad banner, + And battle 'gainst Liberty's foes. + +Our forefathers plighted their honor, + Their lives and their property, too, +To maintain in defiance of Britain, + Their principles, righteous and true. + +We'll show to the world we are worthy + The blessings our ancestors won, +And finish the temple of Freedom, + That HANCOCK and FRANKLIN begun. + +Hurra, for the old-fashioned doctrine, + That men are created all free! +We ever will boldly maintain it, + Nor care who the tyrant may be. + +When Poland was fighting for freedom, + Our voices went over the sea, +To bid her God-speed in the contest-- + That Poland, like us, might be free. + +When down-trodden Greece had up-risen, + And baffled the Mahomet crew; +We rejoiced in the glorious issue, + That Greece had her liberty, too. + +Repeal, do we also delight in-- + Three cheers for the "gem of the sea!" +And soon may the bright day be dawning, + When Ireland, like us, shall be free. + +Like us, who are foes to oppression; + But not like America now. +With shame do we blush to confess it, + Too many to slavery bow. + +We're foes unto wrong and oppression, + No matter which side of the sea; +And ever intend to oppose them, + Till all of God's image are free. + +Some tell us because men are colored, + They should not our sympathy share; +We ask not the form or complexion-- + The seal of our Maker is there! + +Success to the old-fashioned doctrine, + That men are created all free! +And down with the power of the despot, + Wherever his strongholds may be. + +We're proud of the name of a freeman, + And proud of the character, too; +And never will do any action, + Save such as a freeman may do. + +We'll finish the Temple of Freedom, + And make it capacious within, +That all who seek shelter may find it, + Whatever the hue of their skin. + +For thus the Almighty designed It, + And gave to our fathers the plan; +Intending that liberty's blessings, + Should rest upon every man. + +Then up with the cap-stone and cornice, + With columns encircle its wall, +Throw open its gateway, and make it + A HOME AND A REFUGE FOR ALL! + + + + +BREAK EVERY YOKE. + +Tune--"O no, we never mention her." + + +[Music] + +Break every yoke, the Gospel cries, +And let th' oppressed go free, +Let every captive taste the joys +Of peace and liberty. + +Send thy good Spirit from above, +And melt th' oppressor's heart, +Send sweet deliv'rance to the slave, +And bid his woes depart. + +Lord, when shall man thy voice obey, +And rend each iron chain, +Oh when shall love its golden sway, +O'er all the earth maintain. + +With freedom's blessings crown his day-- +O'erflow his heart with love, +Teach him that straight and narrow way, +Which leads to rest above. + + + + +THE YANKEE GIRL. + +Words by Whittier. Music by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +She sings by her wheel at that low cottage door, +Which the long evening shadow is stretching before; +With a music as sweet as the music which seems +Breathed softly and faint in the ear of our dreams! + +How brilliant and mirthful the light of her eye, +Like a star glancing out from the blue of the sky! +And lightly and freely her dark tresses play +O'er a brow and a bosom as lovely as they! + +Who comes in his pride to that low cottage-door-- +The haughty and rich to the humble and poor? +'Tis the great Southern planter--the master who waves +His whip of dominion o'er hundreds of slaves. + +"Nay, Ellen--for shame! Let those Yankee fools spin, +Who would pass for our slaves with a change of their skin; +Let them toil as they will at the loom or the wheel, +Too stupid for shame, and too vulgar to feel! + +"But thou art too lovely and precious a gem +To be bound to their burdens and sullied by them-- +For shame, Ellen, shame!--cast thy bondage aside, +And away to the South, as my blessing and pride. + +"Oh, come where no winter thy footsteps can wrong, +But where flowers are blossoming all the year long, +Where the shade of the palm tree is over my home, +And the lemon and orange are white in their bloom! + +"Oh, come to my home, where my servants shall all +Depart at thy bidding and come at thy call; +They shall heed thee as mistress with trembling and awe, +And each wish of thy heart shall be felt as a law." + +Oh, could ye have seen her--that pride of our girls-- +Arise and cast back the dark wealth of her curls, +With a scorn in her eye which the gazer could feel, +And a glance like the sunshine that flashes on steel! + +"Go back, haughty Southron! thy treasures of gold +Are dim with the blood of the hearts thou hast sold! +Thy home may be lovely, but round it I hear +The crack of the whip and the footsteps of fear! + +"And the sky of thy South may be brighter than ours, +And greener thy landscapes, and fairer thy flowers; +But, dearer the blast round our mountains which raves, +Than the sweet summer zephyr which breathes over slaves! + +"Full low at thy bidding thy negroes may kneel, +With the iron of bondage on spirit and heel; +Yet know that the Yankee girl sooner would be +In _fetters_ with _them_, than in freedom with _thee_!" + + + + +FREEDOM'S GATHERING. + +Words from the Pennsylvania Freeman. Music by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +A voice has gone forth, and the land is awake! +Our freemen shall gather from ocean to lake, +Our cause is as pure as the earth ever saw, +And our faith we will pledge in the thrilling huzza. + Then huzza, then huzza, +Truth's glittering falchion for freedom we draw. + +Let them blacken our names and pursue us with ill, +Our hearts shall be faithful to liberty still; +Then rally! then rally! come one and come all, +With harness well girded, and echo the call. + +Thy hill-tops, New England, shall leap at the cry, +And the prairie and far distant south shall reply; +It shall roll o'er the land till the farthermost glen +Gives back the glad summons again and again. + +Oppression shall hear in its temple of blood, +And read on its wall the handwriting of God; +Niagara's torrent shall thunder it forth, +It shall burn in the sentinel star of the North. + +It shall blaze in the lightning, and speak in the thunder, +Till Slavery's fetters are riven asunder, +And freedom her rights has triumphantly won, +And our country her garments of beauty put on. + Then huzza, then huzza, +Truth's glittering falchion for freedom we draw. + +Let them blacken our names, and pursue us with ill, +We bow at thy altar, sweet liberty still! +As the breeze f'm the mountain sweeps over the river, +So, changeless and free, shall our thoughts be, for ever. + +Then on to the conflict for freedom and truth; +Come Matron, come Maiden, come Manhood and youth, +Come gather! come gather! come one and come all, +And soon shall the altars of Slavery fall. + +The forests shall know it, and lift up their voice, +To bid the green prairies and valleys rejoice; +And the "Father of Waters," join Mexico's sea, +In the anthem of Nature for millions set free. + Then huzza! then huzza! +Truth's glittering falchion for freedom we draw. + + + + +Be kind to each other. + +BY CHARLES SWAIN. + + +Be kind to each other! + The night's coming on, +When friend and when brother + Perchance may be gone! +Then 'midst our dejection, + How sweet to have earned +The blest recollection, + Of kindness--returned! + +When day hath departed, + And memory keeps +Her watch, broken-hearted, + Where all she loved sleeps! +Let falsehood assail not, + Nor envy disprove-- +Let trifles prevail not + Against those ye love! + +Nor change with to-morrow, + Should fortune take wing, +But the deeper the sorrow, + The closer still cling! +Oh! be kind to each other! + The night's coming on, +When friend and when brother + Perchance may be gone. + + + + +PRAISE AND PRAYER. + +Words by Miss Chandler. + + +[Music] + +Praise for slumbers of the night, +For the wakening morning's light, +For the board with plenty spread, +Gladness o'er the spirit shed; +Healthful pulse and cloudless eye, +Opening on the smiling sky. + +Praise! for loving hearts that still +With life's bounding pulses thrill; +Praise, that still our own may know-- +Earthly joy and earthly woe. +Praise for every varied good, +Bounteous round our pathway strew'd! + +Prayer! for grateful hearts to raise +Incense meet of prayer and praise! +Prayer, for spirits calm and meek, +Wisdom life's best joys to seek; +Strength 'midst devious paths to tread-- +That through which the Saviour led. + +Prayer! for those who, day by day, +Weep their bitter life away; +Prayer, for those who bind the chain +Rudely on their throbbing vein-- +That repentance deep may win +Pardon for the fearful sin! + + + + +THE SLAVE'S LAMENTATION. + +A Parody by Tucker. Air, "Long, long ago." + + +[Music] + +Where are the friends that to me were so dear, + Long, long ago, long, long ago! +Where are the hopes that my heart used to cheer? + Long, long ago, long, long ago! +Friends that I loved in the grave are laid low, +All hope of freedom hath fled from me now. +I am degraded, for man was my foe, + Long, long ago, long, long ago! + +Sadly my wife bowed her beautiful head-- + Long, long ago--long ago! +Oh, how I wept when I found she was dead! + Long, long ago--long ago! +She was my angel, my love and my pride-- +Vainly to save her from torture I tried, +Poor broken heart! She rejoiced as she died, + Long, long ago--long, long ago! + +Let me look back on the days of my youth-- + Long, long ago--long ago! +Master withheld from me knowledge and truth-- + Long, long ago--long ago! +Crushed all the hopes of my earliest day, +Sent me from father and mother away-- +Forbade me to read, nor allowed me to pray-- + Long, long ago--long, long ago! + + + + +THE STRANGER AND HIS FRIEND. + +Montgomery and Denison. Tune, "Duane Street." + + +[Music] + +A poor wayfaring man of grief, + Hath often crossed me on my way, +Who sued so humbly for relief, + That I could never answer nay; +I had not power to ask his name, +Whither he went or whence he came; +Yet there was something in his eye, +Which won my love, I knew not why. + +Once, when my scanty meal was spread, + He entered--not a word he spake-- +Just perishing for want of bread, + I gave him all; he blessed it, brake, +And ate, but gave me part again: +Mine was an angel's portion then, +For while I fed with eager haste, +The crust was manna to my taste. + +'Twas night. The floods were out, it blew + A winter hurricane aloof: +I heard his voice abroad, and flew + To bid him welcome to my roof; +I warmed, I clothed, I cheered my guest, +I laid him on my couch to rest: +Then made the ground my bed and seemed +In Eden's garden while I dreamed. + +I saw him bleeding in his chains, + And tortured 'neath the driver's lash, +His sweat fell fast along the plains, + Deep dyed from many a fearful gash: +But I in bonds remembered him, +And strove to free each fettered limb, +As with my tears I washed his blood, +Me he baptized with mercy's flood. + +I saw him in the negro pew, + His head hung low upon his breast, +His locks were wet with drops of dew, + Gathered while he for entrance pressed +Within those aisles, whose courts are given +That black and white may reach one heaven; +And as I meekly sought his feet, +He smiled, and made a throne my seat. + +In prison I saw him next condemned + To meet a traitor's doom at morn; +The tide of lying tongues I stemmed, + And honored him midst shame and scorn. +My friendship's utmost zeal to try, +He asked if I for him would die; +The flesh was weak, my blood ran chill, +But the free spirit cried, "I will." + +Then in a moment to my view, + The stranger darted from disguise; +The tokens in his hands I knew, + My Saviour stood before my eyes! +He spoke, and my poor name he named-- +"Of me thou hast not been ashamed, +These deeds shall thy memorial be; +Fear not, thou didst them unto me." + + + + +WE'RE FOR FREEDOM THROUGH THE LAND. + +Words by J.E. Robinson. Music arranged from the "Old Granite State." + + +[Music] + +We are coming, we are coming! freedom's battle is begun! +No hand shall furl her banner ere her victory be won! +Our shields are locked for liberty, and mercy goes before: +Tyrants tremble in your citadel! oppression shall be o'er. + We will vote for Birney, + We will vote for Birney, + We're for Morris and for Birney, + And for Freedom through the land. + +We have hatred, dark and deep, for the fetter and the thong; +We bring light for prisoned spirits, for the captive's wail a song; +We are coming, we are coming! and, "No league with tyrant man," +Is emblazoned on our banner, while Jehovah leads the van! + We will vote for Birney, + We will vote for Birney, + We're for Morris and for Birney, + And for Freedom through the land! + +We are coming, we are coming! but we wield no battle brand: +We are armed with truth and justice, with God's charter in our hand, +And our voice which swells for freedom--freedom now and ever more-- +Shall be heard as ocean's thunder, when they burst upon the shore! + We will vote for Birney, + We will vote for Birney, + We're for Morris and for Birney, + And for Freedom through the land. + +Be patient, O, be patient! ye suffering ones of earth! +Denied a glorious heritage--our common right by birth; +With fettered limbs and spirits, your battle shall be won! +O be patient--we are coming! suffer on, suffer on! + We will vote for Birney, + We will vote for Birney, + We're for Morris and for Birney, + And for Freedom through the land. + +We are coming, we are coming! not as comes the tempest's wrath, +When the frown of desolation sits brooding o'er its path; +But with mercy, such as leaves his holy signet-light upon +The air in lambent beauty, when the darkened storm is gone. + We will vote for Birney, + We will vote for Birney, + We're for Morris and for Birney, + And for Freedom through the land. + +O, be patient in your misery! be mute in your despair! +While your chains are grinding deeper, there's a voice upon the air! +Ye shall feel its potent echoes, ye shall hear its lovely sound, +We are coming! we are coming! bringing freedom to the bound! + We will vote for Birney, + We will vote for Birney, + We're for Morris and for Birney, + And for Freedom through the land. + + NOTE.--Suggested by a song sung by George W. Clark, at a + recent convention in Rochester, N.Y. + + + + +WE ARE ALL CHILDREN OF ONE PARENT. + +Words from the Youth's Cabinet. Music by L. Mason. + + +[Music] + +Sister, thou art worn and weary, + Toiling for another's gain; +Life with thee is dark and dreary, + Filled with wretchedness and pain, +Thou must rise at dawn of light, + And thy daily task pursue, +Till the darkness of the night + Hide thy labors from thy view. + +Oft, alas! thou hast to bear + Sufferings more than tongue can tell; +Thy oppressor will not spare, + But delights thy griefs to swell; +Oft thy back the scourge has felt, + Then to God thou'st raised the cry +That the tyrant's heart he'd melt + Ere thou should'st in tortures die. + +Injured sister, well we know + That thy lot in life is hard; +Sad thy state of toil and wo, + From all blessedness debarred; +While each sympathizing heart + Pities thy forlorn distress; +We would sweet relief impart, + And delight thy soul to bless. + +And what lies within our power + We most cheerfully will do, +That will haste the blissful hour + Fraught with news of joy to you; +And when comes the happy day + That shall free our captive friend, +When Jehovah's mighty sway + Shall to slavery put an end: + +Then, dear sister, we with thee + Will to heaven direct our voice; +Joyfully with voices free + We'll in lofty strains rejoice; +Gracious God! thy name we'll bless, + Hallelujah evermore, +Thou hast heard in righteousness, + And our sister's griefs are o'er. + + + + +Manhood. + +BY ROBERT BURNS. + +Tune, "Our Warrior's Hearts," page 128. + + +Is there, for honest poverty, + That hangs his head, and a' that; +The coward-slave, we pass him by, + We dare be poor, for a' that; +For a' that and a' that; + Our toils obscure, and a' that, +The rank is but the guinea's stamp, + The man's the gowd, for a' that. + +What though on homely fare we dine, + Wear hodden gray and a' that, +Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, + A man's a man for a' that; +The honest man tho' e'er so poor, + Is king o' men for a' that; +The rank is but the guinea's stamp, + The man's the gowd for a' that. + +Then let us pray that come it may, + As come it will, for a' that, +That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, + May bear the gree, and a' that; +For a' that, and a' that, + It's coming yet, for a' that, +That man to man, the world all o'er + Shall brothers be, for a' that. + + Terms explained:-- + _Gowd_--gold. + _Hodden_--homespun, or mean. + _Gree_--honor, or victory. + + + + +The Poor Voter's Song. + +Air, "Lucy Long." + + +They knew that I was poor, + And they thought that I was base; +They thought that I'd endure + To be covered with disgrace; +They thought me of their tribe, + Who on filthy lucre doat, +So they offered me a bribe + For my vote, boys! my vote! + O shame upon my betters, + Who would my conscience buy! + But I'll not wear their fetters, + Not I, indeed, not I! + +My vote? It is not mine + To do with as I will; +To cast, like pearls, to swine, + To these wallowers in ill. +It is my country's due, + And I'll give it, while I can, +To the honest and the true, + Like a man, like a man! + O shame, &c. + +No, no, I'll hold my vote, + As a treasure and a trust, +My dishonor none shall quote, + When I'm mingled with the dust; +And my children when I'm gone, + Shall be strengthened by the thought, +That their father was not one + To be bought, to be bought! + O shame, &c. + + + + +The Flying Slave. + +FROM THE BANGOR GAZETTE. + +AIR:--"_To Greece we give our shining blades_." + + +The night is dark, and keen the air, +And the Slave is flying to be free; +His parting word is one short prayer: +Oh God, but give me Liberty! + Farewell--farewell: +Behind I leave the whips and chains, +Before me spreads sweet Freedom's plains. + +One star shines in the heavens above +That guides him on his lonely way;-- +Star of the North--how deep his love +For thee, thou star of Liberty! + Farewell--farewell: +Behind he leaves the whips and chains, +Before him spreads sweet Freedom's plains. + + + + +For the Election. + +TUNE:--'_Scots wha hae with Wallace bled_.' + + +Ye who know and do the right, +Ye who cherish honor bright, +Ye who worship love and light, + Choose your side to-day. +Succor Freedom, now you can, +Voting for an honest man; +Or you may from Slavery's span, + Pick a Polk or Clay. + +Boasts your vote no higher aim, +Than between two blots of shame +That would stain our country's fame, + Just to choose the least? +Let it sternly answer no! +Let it straight for Freedom go; +Let it swell the winds that blow + From the north and east. + +Blot!--the smaller--is a curse +Blighting conscience, honor, purse; +Give us any, give the worse, + 'Twill be less endured. +Freemen, is it God who wills +You to choose, of foulest ills, +That which only latest kills? + No; he wills it cured. + +Do your duty, He will aid; +Dare to vote as you have prayed; +Who e'er conquered, while his blade + Served his open foes. +Right established, would you see? +Feel that you yourselves are free; +Strike for that which ought to be-- + God will bless the blows. + + + + +Hail the Day! + +AIR:--"_Wreathe the bowl_." + + + Hail the day + Whose joyful ray +Speaks of emancipation! + The day that broke + Oppression's yoke-- +The birth-day of a nation! + + When England's might + Put forth for right, +Achieved a fame more glorious + Than armies tried, + Or navies' pride, +O'er land and sea victorious! + + Soon may we gain + An equal name +In honor's estimation! + And righteousness + Exalt and bless +Our glorious happy nation! + + Brave hearts shall lend + Strong hands to rend +Foul slavery's bonds asunder, + And liberty + Her jubilee +Proclaim, in tones of thunder! + + We hail afar + Fair freedom's star, +Her day-star brightly glancing; + We hear the tramp + From freedom's camp, +Assembling and advancing! + + No noisy drum + Nor murderous gun, +No deadly fiends contending; + But love and right + Their force unite, +In peaceful conflict blending. + + Fair freedom's host, + In joyful boast, +Unfolds her banner ample! + With Channing's fame, + And Whittier's name, +And BIRNEY'S bright example! + + Come join your hands + With freedom's bands, +New England's sons and daughters! + Speak your decree-- + Man shall be free-- +As mountains, winds and waters! + + And haste the day + Whose coming ray +Speaks our emancipation! + Whose glorious light, + Enthroning right, +Shall bless and save the nation! + + + + +(From the Globe.) + +The Ballot. + +BY J.E. DOW. + +Air, "Bonnie Doon," page 54. + + +Dread sovereign, thou! the chainless WILL-- + Thy source the nation's mighty heart-- +The ballot box thy cradle still-- + Thou speak'st, and nineteen millions start; +Thy subjects, sons of noble sires; + Descendants of a patriot band-- +Thy lights a million's household fires-- + Thy daily walk, my native land. + +And shall the safeguard of the free, + By valor won on gory plains, +Become a solemn mockery + While freemen breathe and virtue reigns? +Shall liberty be bought and sold + By guilty creatures clothed with power? +Is HONOR but a name for GOLD, + And PRINCIPLE A WITHERED FLOWER? + +The parricide's accursed steel + Has pierced thy sacred sovereignty; +And all who think, and all who feel, + Must act or never more be free. +No party chains shall bind us here; + No mighty name shall turn the blow: +Then, wounded sovereignty, appear, + And lay the base apostates low. + +The wretch, with hands by murder red, + May hope for mercy at the last; +And he who steals a nation's bread, + May have oblivion's statute passed. +But he who steals a sacred right, + And brings his native land to scorn, +Shall die a traitor in her sight, + With none to pity or to mourn. + + + + +The Spirit of the Pilgrims. + +Tune, "Be free, Oh man, be free," page 134. + + +The spirit of the Pilgrims + Is spreading o'er the earth, +And millions now point to the land + Where Freedom had her birth: +Hark! Hear ye not the earnest cry + That peals o'er every wave? + "God above, + In thy love, + O liberate the slave!" + +Ye heard of trampled Poland, + And of her sons in chains, +And noble thoughts flashed through your minds + And fire flowed through your veins. +Then wherefore hear ye not the cry + That breaks o'er land and sea?-- + "On each plain, + Rend the chain, + And set the captive free!" + +Oh, think ye that our fathers, + (That noble patriot band,) +Could now look down with kindling joy, + And smile upon the land? +Or would a trumpet-tone go forth, + And ring from shore to shore;-- + "All who stand, + In this land, + Shall be free for evermore!" + +Great God, inspire thy children, + And make thy creatures just, +That every galling chain may fall, + And crumble into dust: +That not one soul throughout the land + Our fathers died to save, + May again, + By fellow-men, + Be branded as a Slave! + + + + +What Mean Ye? + +TUNE--'_Ortonville_.' + + +What mean ye that ye bruise and bind + My people, saith the Lord, +And starve your craving brother's mind, + Who asks to hear my word? + +What mean ye that ye make them toil; + Through long and dreary years, +And shed like rain upon your soil + Their blood and bitter tears? + +What mean ye, that ye dare to rend + The tender mother's heart? +Brothers from sisters, friend from friend, + How dare you bid them part? + +What mean ye when God's bounteous hand, + To you so much has given, +That from the slave who tills your land, + Ye keep both earth and heaven? + +When at the judgment God shall call, + Where is thy brother? say, +What mean ye to the Judge of all + To answer on that day? + + + + +Hymn for Children. + +AIR:--"_Miss Lucy Long_." + +BY W.S. ABBOTT. + + +While we are happy here, + In joy and peace and love, +We'll raise our hearts, with holy fear, + To thee, great God, above. + +God of our infant hours! + The music of our tongues, +The worship of our nobler powers, + To thee, to thee belongs. + +The little, trembling slave + Shall feel our sympathy; +O God! arise with might to save, + And set the captive free. + +No parent's holy care + Provides for him repose, +But oft the hot and briny tear, + In sorrow freely flows. + +The God of Abraham praise; + The curse he will remove; +The slave shall welcome happy days, + With liberty and love. + +Pray without ceasing, pray, + Ye saints of God Most High, +That all who hail this glorious day, + May have their liberty. + + + + +Liberty Glee. + +TUNE:--"_The Pirate's Glee_." + + +March on! march on! we love the Liberty flag, + That's waving o'er our land; +As fearless as the eagle soaring + O'er the cloud-capped mountain crag, +Slavery in terror flies before us; + We fling our banner to the blast; +It there shall float triumphant o'er us, + We will defend it to the last. + March on! march on, &c. + +Vote on! vote on, we hail the Liberty flag, + That leads us on our way; +We'll boldly vote, our country saving, + And bravely conquer while we may. +The world is up--for freedom moving, + The thunders' distant roar we hear-- +From land to land the free are calling, + And slaves with joy and rapture hear. + Vote on! vote on, &c. + + + + +March on! March on! + +TUNE:--"_The Pirate's Glee_." + + +March on! march on, ye friends of freedom for all, + For truth and right contend; +Be ever ready at humanity's call, + Till tyrant's power shall end. +The proud slave-holders rule the nation, + The people's groans are loud and long; +Arouse, ye men, in every station, + And join to crush the power of wrong.--March on, etc. + +Fight on! fight on, ye brave till victory's won, + And justice shall prevail; +Till all shall feel the rays of liberty's sun, + Streaming o'er hill and dale. +The tyrants know their guilt and tremble, + The glowing light of truth they fear; +Then let them all their hosts assemble, + And Slavery's dreadful sentence hear. + Fight on! fight on, &c. + +Roll on! roll on, ye brave, the liberty car, + Our country's name to save; +Soon shall our land be known to nations afar, + As the home of the free and brave. +The voice of freemen loud hath spoken, + A brighter day we soon shall see; +When Slavery's chains shall all be broken, + And all the captive millions free. + Roll on, roll on, &c. + + + + +INDEX. + + +[Transcriber's Note: The original order of the entries in this index +has been preserved.] + + PAGE + +Am I not a Man and Brother? 56 +Am I not a Sister? 57 +Afric's Dream 20 +A Beacon has been lighted 74 +A vision 142 +Are ye truly Free? 126 +A Tribute to departed worth 152 + +Brothers be Brave for the pining Slave 26 +Blind Slave Boy 37 +Bereaved Father 10 +Birney and Liberty 129 +Ballot-Box 130 +Be free! O man, be free! 134 +Break every yoke 159 +Be kind to each other 166 + +Comfort in affliction 44 +Clarion of Freedom 80 +Come join the Abolitionists 96 +Comfort for the bondmen 108 +Come and see the works of God 109 +Christian Mother 131 + +Domestic Bliss 31 + +Emancipation Song 146 + +Fugitive Slave to the Christian 34 +Fourth of July 88 +Freedom's Gathering 164 +Friend of the Friendless 103 + +Gone! gone, sold and gone 5 +Get off the Track 144 + +Heard ye that Cry? 48 +How long! O, how long! 33 +Hark! I hear a sound of anguish 24 +Hail the day! 180 +Hark! a voice from Heaven 110 +Holy freedom 120 +Harbinger of Liberty 148 +Hymn for Children 183 + +I would not live alway 59 +I am Monarch of naught I survey 18 + +Liberty battle Song 128 +Light of Truth 149 +Liberty Glee 184 + +Manhood 178 +My child is gone 43 +March to the Battle-field 115 +Myron Holly 77 +March on! march on! 184 + +Negro Boy sold for a watch 16 + +O Pity the Slave Mother 32 +Our Pilgrim Fathers 60 +Our Countrymen in chains! 76 +On to Victory 83 +Our Countrymen are dying 94 +O Charity! 101 +Oft in the chilly night 117 +Ode to James G. Birney 150 + +Prayer for the Slave 52 +Pilgrim Song 86 +Praise and Prayer 167 +Poor Voter's Song 178 + +Quadroon Maiden 29 + +Remembering God is just 53 +Rise! Freeman rise! 73 +Rouse up, New England! 70 +Remember me 73 + +Sleep on, my Child 49 +Song of the Coffle gang 22 +Slave's Wrongs 40 +Stanzas for the times 63 +Slave Boy's Wish 9 +Slave Girl mourning her Father 12 +Slave Mother and her babe 13 +Strike for liberty 82 +Sing me a triumph Song 91 +Song of the Free 118 +Stolen we were 140 + +The law of love 100 +The fugitive 54 +The poor little slave 45 +The Bereaved Mother 46 +The Negro's appeal 14 +The Strength of tyranny 36 +To those I Love 66 +The Bondman 87 +The man for me 84 +The Mercy-Seat 102 +The pleasant land we love 112 +The freed Slave 114 +The Liberty Flag 114 +The Liberty party 132 +The last night of Slavery 136 +The Little Slave Girl 138 +The Liberty Voter's Song 154 +The Liberty Ball 156 +The Trumpet of Freedom 157 +The Slave's Lamentation 168 +The Stranger and his Friend 170 +That's my Country 127 +The flying Slave 179 +The Election 180 +The Ballot 181 +The Spirit of the Pilgrims 181 +The Ballot-Box 130 + +Voice of New England 78 + +Wake sons of the Pilgrims 92 +What means that sad and dismal Look 8 +We're coming, We're coming 68 +Wake, Sons of the Pilgrims 92 +We are Come, all Come 99 +We're for Freedom through the Land 173 +We are all children of one Parent 167 +Wake, Ye Numbers 104 +What mean ye, that ye bruise and bind? 182 +We ask not Martial Glory 95 + +Ye Heralds of Freedom 58 +Ye spirits of the Free 90 +Ye Sons of Freemen 121 +Yankee Girl 160 + +Zaza 50 + + + + + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Liberty Minstrel, by George W. 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Clark + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Liberty Minstrel + +Author: George W. Clark + +Release Date: July 16, 2007 [EBook #22089] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE LIBERTY MINSTREL *** + + + + +Produced by Carlo Traverso, collective PM for music, Linda +Cantoni, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +http://www.pgdp.net. (This file was produced from images +generously made available by the Library of Congress.) +Music transcribed by Linda Cantoni and the PGDP Music Team. + + + + + + +</pre> + + + + + +<div class="notes"> +<p><i>Transcriber's Notes:</i> The midi and <abbr title="P D F">pdf</abbr> files provided in this +e-book were created with Lilypond version 2.10. 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For each song, the lyrics in the music image +have been reproduced in the text.</p> + +<p>Click on the [Listen] link to hear a song in midi format; the +[PDF] link to view a music transcription in <abbr title="P D F">pdf</abbr> format; +and the [Lilypond] +link to view the Lilypond source code in plaintext format.</p> +</div> + +<p class="center"><br /><b><a href="#INDEX">Song Index.</a></b><br /><br /></p> + +<div class="bbox"> +<h1><span class="smaller">THE</span><br /> +<br /> +LIBERTY MINSTREL.</h1> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/deco.png" width="300" height="126" alt="decoration" /></p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"When the striving of surges</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Is mad on the main,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Like the charge of a column</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Of plumes on the plain,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When the thunder is up</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">From his cloud cradled sleep</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And the tempest is treading</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The paths of the deep—</span><br /> +There is beauty. But where is the beauty to see,<br /> +Like the sun-brilliant brow of a nation when free?"<br /> +</p> +</div> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p class="center"><b>BY</b><br /> +<br /> +<span class="large"><abbr title="George">GEO.</abbr> W. CLARK.</span></p> + +<hr /> + +<p class="center">NEW-YORK:<br /> +<br /> +<span class="small"> +LEAVITT & ALDEN, 7 <span class="smcap">Cornhill, Boston</span>: SAXTON & MILES, 205<br /> +<span class="smcap">Broadway</span>, <abbr title="New York">N.Y.</abbr>: MYRON FINCH, 120 +<span class="smcap">Nassau <abbr title="Street">st.</abbr></span>, <abbr title="New York">N.Y.</abbr>:<br /> +JACKSON & CHAPLIN, 38 <span class="smcap">Dean <abbr title="Street">st.</abbr>, Albany</span>, <abbr title="New York">N.Y.</abbr>:<br /> +JACKSON & CHAPLIN, <span class="smcap">corner Genessee and<br /> +Main <abbr title="Street">st.</abbr>, Utica</span>, <abbr title="New York">N.Y.</abbr></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p class="center">1844.<br /><br /></p> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p class="center">Entered according to act of Congress, in the year 1844, by<br /> +<br /> +GEORGE W. CLARK,<br /> +<br /> +In the Clerk's office of the District Court of the Southern District +of New York.</p> + +<p class="small">S.W. BENEDICT & <abbr title="Company">CO.</abbr><br /> +MUSIC STEREOTYPERS AND PRINTERS,<br /> +16 <i>Spruce <abbr title="Street">St.</abbr></i> <abbr title="New York">N.Y.</abbr><br /> +</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iii" id="Page_iii">[Pg iii]</a></span></p> +<h1>PREFACE.</h1> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class="smcap">All</span> creation is musical—all nature speaks the language of song.</p> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +'There's music in the sighing of a reed,<br /> +There's music in the gushing of a rill;<br /> +There's music in <i>all things</i>, if man had ears;<br /> +The <i>earth</i> is but an <i>echo</i> of the spheres.'<br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p>And who is not moved by music? "Who ever despises music," says Martin +Luther, "I am displeased with him."</p> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +'There is a charm—a power that sways the breast,<br /> +Bids every passion revel, or be still;<br /> +Inspires with rage, or all our cares dissolves;<br /> +Can soothe <i>destruction</i>, and <i>almost soothes despair</i>.'<br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p>That music is capable of accomplishing vast good, and that it is a +source of the most elevated and refined enjoyment when rightly +cultivated and practiced, no one who understands its power or has +observed its effects, will for a moment deny.</p> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +'Thou, O music! canst assuage the pain and heal the wound<br /> +That hath defied the skill of sager comforters;<br /> +Thou dost restrain each wild emotion,<br /> +Thou dost the rage of fiercest passions chill,<br /> +Or lightest up the flames of holy fire,<br /> +As through the soul thy strains harmonious thrill.'<br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p>Who does not desire to see the day when music in this country, +<i>cultivated and practised by</i> <span class="smcap">all</span>—music of a chaste, refined and +elevated style, shall go forth with its angel voice, like a spirit of +love upon the wind, exerting upon all classes of society a rich and +healthful moral influence. When its wonderful power shall be made to +subserve every righteous cause—to aid every humane effort for the +promotion of man's social, civil and religious well-being.</p> + +<p>It has been observed by travellers, that after a short residence in +almost any of the cities of the eastern world, one would fancy "every +second person a musician." During the night, the streets of these +cities, particularly Rome, the capitol of Italy, are filled with all +sorts of minstrelsy, and the ear is agreeably greeted with a perpetual +confluence of sweet sounds. A Scotch traveller, in passing through one +of the most delightful villas of Rome, overheard a stonemason chanting +something in a strain of peculiar melancholy; and on inquiry, +ascertained it to be the "<i>Lament of Tasso</i>." He soon learned that +this celebrated piece was familiar to all the common people. Torquato +Tasso was an Italian poet of great merit, who<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iv" id="Page_iv">[Pg iv]</a></span> was for many years +deprived of liberty, and subjected to severe trials and misfortunes by +the jealousy and cruelty of his patron, the Duke of Ferrara. That +master-piece of music, so justly admired and so much sung by the high +and low throughout all Italy, had its origin in the wrongs of Tasso. +An ardent love of humanity—a deep consciousness of the injustice of +slavery—a heart full of sympathy for the oppressed, and a due +appreciation of the blessings of freedom, has given birth to the +poetry comprising this volume. I have long desired to see these +sentiments of love, of sympathy, of justice and humanity, so +beautifully expressed in poetic measure, embalmed in sweet music; so +that <i>all the people</i>—the rich, the poor, the young, and the old, who +have hearts to feel, and tongues to move, may sing of the wrongs of +slavery, and the blessings of liberty, until every human being shall +recognise in his fellow an <i>equal</i>;—"a <span class="smcap">man</span> and a <span class="smcap">brother</span>." Until by +familiarity with these sentiments, and their influence upon their +<i>hearts</i>, <i>the people</i>, whose <i>duty it is</i>, shall "undo the heavy +burdens and let the oppressed go free."</p> + +<p>I announced, sometime since, my intention of publishing such a work. +Many have been impatiently waiting its appearance. I should have been +glad to have issued it and scattered it like leaves of the forest over +the land, long ago, but circumstances which I could not control, have +prevented. I purpose to enlarge the work from time to time, as +circumstances may require.</p> + +<p>Let associations of singers, having the love of liberty in their +hearts, be immediately formed in every community. Let them study +thoroughly, and make themselves perfectly familiar with both the +poetry and the music, and enter into the <i>sentiment</i> of the piece they +perform, that they may <i>impress it</i> upon their hearers. Above all +things, let the enunciation of every word be <i>clear</i> and <i>distinct</i>. +Most of the singing of the present day, is entirely too artificial, +stiff and mechanical. It should be easy and natural; flowing directly +from the soul of the performer, without affectation or display; and +then singing will answer its true end, and not only please the <i>ear</i>, +but affect and improve the <i>heart</i>.</p> + +<p>To the true friends of universal freedom, the <span class="smcap">Liberty Minstrel</span> is +respectfully dedicated.</p> + +<p class="right"><b>G.W. CLARK.</b></p> + +<p><span style="margin-left: 1em"><b><span class="smcap">New York</span>, <abbr title="October">Oct.</abbr> 1844.</b></span></p> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span></p> +<h1><span class="smaller">THE</span><br /> +<br /> +LIBERTY MINSTREL.</h1> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="GONE_SOLD_AND_GONE" id="GONE_SOLD_AND_GONE"></a>GONE, SOLD AND GONE.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by Whittier. Music by G.W. Clark.</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/gone.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/gone.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/gone.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/gone1.png" width="509" height="595" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/gone2.png" width="501" height="759" alt="music continued" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/gone3.png" width="509" height="192" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Gone, gone—sold and gone,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To the rice-swamp dank and lone,</span><br /> +Where the slave-whip ceaseless swings,<br /> +Where the noisome insect stings,<br /> +Where the fever demon strews<br /> +Poison with the falling dews,<br /> +Where the sickly sunbeams glare<br /> +Through the hot and misty air,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Gone, gone—sold and gone,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To the rice-swamp dank and lone,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">From Virginia's hills and waters,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Woe is me my stolen daughters!</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Gone, gone—sold and gone,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To the rice-swamp dank and lone,</span><br /> +There no mother's eye is near them,<br /> +There no mother's ear can hear them;<br /> +Never when the torturing lash<br /> +Seams their back with many a gash,<br /> +Shall a mother's kindness bless them,<br /> +Or a mother's arms caress them.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Gone, gone—sold and gone,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To the rice-swamp dank and lone,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">From Virginia's hills and waters,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Woe is me my stolen daughters!</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Gone, gone—sold and gone,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To the rice-swamp dank and lone,</span><br /> +Oh, when weary, sad, and slow,<br /> +From the fields at night they go,<br /> +Faint with toil, and rack'd with pain,<br /> +To their cheerless homes again—<br /> +There no brother's voice shall greet them—<br /> +There no father's welcome meet them.—<i>Gone, <abbr title="et cetera">&c.</abbr></i><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Gone, gone—sold and gone,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To the rice-swamp dank and lone,</span><br /> +From the tree whose shadow lay<br /> +On their childhood's place of play—<br /> +From the cool spring where they drank—<br /> +Rock, and hill, and rivulet bank—<br /> +From the solemn house of prayer,<br /> +And the holy counsels there.—<i>Gone, <abbr title="et cetera">&c.</abbr></i><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Gone, gone—sold and gone,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To the rice-swamp dank and lone,</span><br /> +Toiling through the weary day,<br /> +And at night the Spoiler's prey;<br /> +Oh, that they had earlier died,<br /> +Sleeping calmly, side by side,<br /> +Where the tyrant's power is o'er,<br /> +And the fetter galls no more!—<i>Gone, <abbr title="et cetera">&c.</abbr></i><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Gone, gone—sold and gone,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To the rice-swamp dank and lone,</span><br /> +By the holy love He beareth—<br /> +By the bruised reed He spareth—<br /> +Oh, may He, to whom alone<br /> +All their cruel wrongs are known,<br /> +Still their hope and refuge prove,<br /> +With a more than mother's love.—<i>Gone, <abbr title="et cetera">&c.</abbr></i><br /></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="WHAT_MEANS_THAT_SAD_AND_DISMAL_LOOK" id="WHAT_MEANS_THAT_SAD_AND_DISMAL_LOOK"></a>WHAT MEANS THAT SAD AND DISMAL LOOK?</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by Geo. Russell. Arranged from "Near the Lake," by G.W.C.</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/whatmeans.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/whatmeans.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/whatmeans.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/whatmeans.png" width="503" height="729" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p><br /> +What means that sad and dismal look,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And why those falling tears?</span><br /> +No voice is heard, no word is spoke,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yet nought but grief appears.</span><br /> +<br /> +Ah! Mother, hast thou ever known<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The pain of parting ties?</span><br /> +Was ever infant from thee torn<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sold before thine eyes?</span><br /> +<br /> +Say, would not grief <i>thy</i> bosom swell?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Thy</i> tears like rivers flow?</span><br /> +Should some rude ruffian seize and sell<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The child thou lovest so?</span><br /> +<br /> +There's feeling in a <i>Mother's</i> breast,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Though <i>colored</i> be her skin!</span><br /> +And though at Slavery's foul behest,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She must not weep for kin.</span><br /> +<br /> +I had a lovely, smiling child,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It sat upon my knee;</span><br /> +And oft a tedious hour beguiled,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With merry heart of glee.</span><br /> +<br /> +That child was from my bosom torn,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sold before my eyes;</span><br /> +With outstretched arms, and looks forlorn,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It uttered piteous cries.</span><br /> +<br /> +Mother! dear Mother!—take, O take<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thy helpless little one!</span><br /> +Ah! then I thought my heart would break;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My child—my child was gone.</span><br /> +<br /> +Long, long ago, my child they stole,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But yet my grief remains;</span><br /> +These tears flow freely—and my soul<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In bitterness complains.</span><br /> +<br /> +Then ask not why "my dismal look,"<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor why my "falling tears,"</span><br /> +Such wrongs, what human heart can brook?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">No hope for me appears.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="The_Slave_Boys_Wish" id="The_Slave_Boys_Wish"></a>The Slave Boy’s Wish.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>BY ELIZA LEE FOLLEN.</b></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p><br /> +I wish I was that little bird,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Up in the bright blue sky;</span><br /> +That sings and flies just where he will,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And no one asks him why.</span><br /> +<br /> +I wish I was that little brook,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That runs so swift along;</span><br /> +Through pretty flowers and shining stones,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Singing a merry song.</span><br /> +<br /> +I wish I was that butterfly,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Without a thought or care;</span><br /> +Sporting my pretty, brilliant wings,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like a flower in the air.</span><br /> +<br /> +I wish I was that wild, wild deer,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I saw the other day;</span><br /> +Who swifter than an arrow flew,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Through the forest far away.</span><br /> +<br /> +I wish I was that little cloud,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">By the gentle south wind driven;</span><br /> +Floating along, so free and bright,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Far, far up into heaven.</span><br /> +<br /> +I'd rather be a cunning fox,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And hide me in a cave;</span><br /> +I'd rather be a savage wolf,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Than what I am—a slave.</span><br /> +<br /> +My mother calls me her good boy,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My father calls me brave;</span><br /> +What wicked action have I done,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That I should be a slave.</span><br /> +<br /> +I saw my little sister sold,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So will they do to me;</span><br /> +My Heavenly Father, let me die,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For then I shall be free.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="THE_BEREAVED_FATHER" id="THE_BEREAVED_FATHER"></a>THE BEREAVED FATHER.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by Miss Chandler. Music by G.W.C.</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/bereavedfather.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/bereavedfather.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/bereavedfather.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/bereavedfather1.png" width="501" height="728" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/bereavedfather2.png" width="506" height="227" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Ye've gone from me, my gentle ones!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With all your shouts of mirth;</span><br /> +A silence is within my walls,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A darkness round my hearth,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A darkness round my hearth.</span><br /> +<br /> +Woe to the hearts that heard, unmoved,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The mother's anguish'd shriek!</span><br /> +And mock'd, with taunting scorn, the tears<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That bathed a father's cheek.</span><br /> +<br /> +Woe to the hands that tore you hence,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My innocent and good!</span><br /> +Not e'en the tigress of the wild,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thus tears her fellow's brood.</span><br /> +<br /> +I list to hear your soft sweet tones,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upon the morning air;</span><br /> +I gaze amidst the twilight's gloom,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As if to find you there.</span><br /> +<br /> +But you no more come bounding forth<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To meet me in your glee;</span><br /> +And when the evening shadows fall,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ye are not at my knee.</span><br /> +<br /> +Your forms are aye before my eyes,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your voices on my ear,</span><br /> +And all things wear a thought of you,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But you no more are here.</span><br /> +<br /> +You were the glory of my life,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My blessing and my pride!</span><br /> +I half forgot the name of slave,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When you were by my side!</span><br /> +<br /> +Woe for your lot, ye doom'd ones! woe<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A seal is on your fate!</span><br /> +And shame, and toil, and wretchedness,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">On all your steps await!</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="SLAVE_GIRL_MOURNING_HER_FATHER" id="SLAVE_GIRL_MOURNING_HER_FATHER"></a>SLAVE GIRL MOURNING HER FATHER.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Parodied from Mrs. Sigourney by G.W.C.</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/slavegirlmourning.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/slavegirlmourning.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/slavegirlmourning.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/slavegirl.png" width="499" height="732" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +They say I was but four years old<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When father was sold away;</span><br /> +Yet I have never seen his face<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Since that sad parting day.</span><br /> +He went where brighter flowrets grow<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Beneath the Southern skies;</span><br /> +Oh who will show me on the map<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where that far country lies?</span><br /> +<br /> +I begged him, "father, do not go!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For, since my mother died,</span><br /> +I love no one so well as you;"<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And, clinging to his side,</span><br /> +The tears came gushing down my cheeks<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Until my eyes were dim;</span><br /> +Some were in sorrow for the dead,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And <i>some</i> in love for him.</span><br /> +<br /> +He knelt and prayed of God above,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"My little daughter spare,</span><br /> +And let us both here meet again,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O keep her in thy care."</span><br /> +He does not come!—I watch for him<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">At evening twilight grey,</span><br /> +Till every shadow wears his shape,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Along the grassy way.</span><br /> +<br /> +I muse and listen all alone,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When stormy winds are high,</span><br /> +And think I hear his tender tone,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And call, but no reply;</span><br /> +And so I've done these four long years,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Without a friend or home,</span><br /> +Yet every dream of hope is vain,—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Why don't my father come?</span><br /> +<br /> +Father—dear father, are you sick,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upon a stranger shore?—</span><br /> +The people say it must be so—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O send to me once more,</span><br /> +And let your little daughter come,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To soothe your restless bed,</span><br /> +And hold the cordial to your lips,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And press your aching head.</span><br /> +<br /> +Alas!—I fear me he is dead!—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who will my trouble share?</span><br /> +Or tell me where his form is laid,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And let me travel there?</span><br /> +By mother's tomb I love to sit,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where the green branches wave;</span><br /> +Good people! help a friendless child<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To find her father's grave.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="The_Slave_and_her_Babe" id="The_Slave_and_her_Babe"></a>The Slave and her Babe.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>WORDS BY CHARLOTTE ELIZABETH.</b></p> + +<p class="center"><b>"Can a woman forget her sucking child?"</b></p> + +<p class="center"><b><i>Air—"<a href="#SLAVE_GIRL_MOURNING_HER_FATHER">Slave Girl mourning her Father.</a>"</i></b></p> + + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +O, massa, let me stay, to catch<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My baby's sobbing breath;</span><br /> +His little glassy eye to watch,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And smooth his limbs in death,</span><br /> +And cover him with grass and leaf,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Beneath the plantain tree!</span><br /> +It is not sullenness, but grief—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O, massa, pity me!</span><br /> +<br /> +God gave me babe—a precious boon,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To cheer my lonely heart,</span><br /> +But massa called to work too soon,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I must needs depart.</span><br /> +The morn was chill—I spoke no word,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But feared my babe might die,</span><br /> +And heard all day, or thought I heard,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My little baby cry.</span><br /> +<br /> +At noon—O, how I ran! and took<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My baby to my breast!</span><br /> +I lingered—and the long lash broke<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My sleeping infant's rest.</span><br /> +I worked till night—till darkest night,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In torture and disgrace;</span><br /> +Went home, and watched till morning light,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To see my baby's face.</span><br /> +<br /> +The fulness from its cheek was gone,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The sparkle from its eye;</span><br /> +Now hot, like fire, now cold, like stone,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I <i>knew</i> my babe must die.</span><br /> +I worked upon plantation ground,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Though faint with woe and dread,</span><br /> +Then ran, or flew, and here I found—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">See massa, almost dead.</span><br /> +<br /> +Then give me but one little hour—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O! do not lash me so!</span><br /> +One little hour—one little hour—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And gratefully I'll go.</span><br /> +Ah me! the whip has cut my boy,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I heard his feeble scream;</span><br /> +No more—farewell my only joy,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My life's first gladsome dream!</span><br /> +<br /> +I lay thee on the lonely sod,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The heaven is bright above;</span><br /> +These Christians boast they have a God,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And say his name is Love:</span><br /> +O gentle, loving God, look down!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My dying baby see;</span><br /> +The mercy that from earth is flown,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Perhaps may dwell with <span class="smcap">Thee</span>!</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="THE_NEGROS_APPEAL" id="THE_NEGROS_APPEAL"></a>THE NEGRO’S APPEAL.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by Cowper. Tune—"Isle of Beauty."</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/negrosappeal.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/negrosappeal.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/negrosappeal.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/negrosappeal1.png" width="506" height="629" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/negrosappeal2.png" width="507" height="231" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p><br /> +Forced from home and all its pleasures,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Afric's coast I left forlorn;</span><br /> +To increase a stranger's treasures,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O'er the raging billows borne.</span><br /> +Christian people bought and sold me,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Paid my price in paltry gold:</span><br /> +But though slave they have enrolled me<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Minds</i> are never to be sold.</span><br /> +<br /> +Is there, as ye sometimes tell me,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is there one who reigns on high?</span><br /> +Has he bid you buy and sell me,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Speaking from his throne—the sky?</span><br /> +Ask him, if your knotted scourges,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Matches, blood-extorting screws,</span><br /> +Are the means that duty urges<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Agents of his will to use.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hark! he answers—wild tornadoes,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Strewing yonder sea with wrecks,</span><br /> +Wasting towns, plantations, meadows,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are the voice with which he speaks.</span><br /> +He, foreseeing what vexations<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Afric's sons should undergo,</span><br /> +Fixed their tyrant's habitations,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where his whirlwinds answer—No!</span><br /> +<br /> +By our blood in Afric' wasted,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ere our necks received the chain;</span><br /> +By the miseries that we tasted,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Crossing in your barks the main:</span><br /> +By our sufferings, since ye brought us<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To the man-degrading mart,</span><br /> +All sustained by patience, taught us<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Only by a broken heart—</span><br /> +<br /> +Deem our nation brutes no longer,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till some reason ye shall find,</span><br /> +Worthier of regard and stronger<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Than the <i>color</i> of our kind.</span><br /> +Slaves of gold! whose sordid dealings<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Tarnish all your boasted powers;</span><br /> +Prove that you have human feelings,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ere you proudly question ours.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="NEGRO_BOY_SOLD_FOR_A_WATCH1" id="NEGRO_BOY_SOLD_FOR_A_WATCH1"></a>NEGRO BOY SOLD FOR A WATCH.<a name="Anchor_1_1" id="Anchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor" title="Go to footnote.">[1]</a></h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by Cowper. Arranged by G.W.C. from an old theme.</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/soldwatch.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/soldwatch.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/soldwatch.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/negroboy.png" width="503" height="687" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span></p> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<br /> +When avarice enslaves the mind,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And selfish views alone bear sway</span><br /> +Man turns a savage to his kind,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And blood and rapine mark his way.</span><br /> +Alas! for this poor simple toy,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I sold the hapless Negro boy.</span><br /> +<br /> +His father's hope, his mother's pride,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Though black, yet comely to the view</span><br /> +I tore him helpless from their side,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And gave him to a ruffian crew—</span><br /> +To fiends that Afric's coast annoy,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I sold the hapless Negro Boy.</span><br /> +<br /> +From country, friends, and parents torn,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His tender limbs in chains confined,</span><br /> +I saw him o'er the billows borne,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And marked his agony of mind;</span><br /> +But still to gain this simple toy,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I gave the weeping Negro Boy.</span><br /> +<br /> +In isles that deck the western wave<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I doomed the hapless youth to dwell,</span><br /> +A poor, forlorn, insulted slave!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A <span class="smcap">beast that christians buy and sell</span>!</span><br /> +And in their cruel tasks employ<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The much-enduring Negro Boy.</span><br /> +<br /> +His wretched parents long shall mourn,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall long explore the distant main</span><br /> +In hope to see the youth return;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But all their hopes and sighs are vain:</span><br /> +They never shall the sight enjoy,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of their lamented Negro Boy.</span><br /> +<br /> +Beneath a tyrant's harsh command,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He wears away his youthful prime;</span><br /> +Far distant from his native land,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A stranger in a foreign clime.</span><br /> +No pleasing thoughts his mind employ,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A poor, dejected Negro Boy.</span><br /> +<br /> +But He who walks upon the wind,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whose voice in thunder's heard on high,</span><br /> +Who doth the raging tempest bind,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And hurl the lightning through the sky,</span><br /> +In his own time will sure destroy<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The oppressor of the Negro Boy.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="I_AM_MONARCH_OF_NOUGHT_I_SURVEY" id="I_AM_MONARCH_OF_NOUGHT_I_SURVEY"></a>I AM MONARCH OF NOUGHT I SURVEY.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>A Parody. Air "Old Dr. Fleury."</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/monarch.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/monarch.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/monarch.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/monarch1.png" width="498" height="736" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/monarch2.png" width="510" height="508" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +I am monarch of nought I survey,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My wrongs there are none to dispute;</span><br /> +My master conveys me away,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His whims or caprices to suit.</span><br /> +O slavery, where are the charms<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That "patriarchs" have seen in thy face;</span><br /> +I dwell in the midst of alarms,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And serve in a horrible place.</span><br /> +<br /> +I am out of humanity's reach,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And must finish my life with a groan;</span><br /> +Never hear the sweet music of speech<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That tells me my body's my own.</span><br /> +Society, friendship, and love,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Divinely bestowed upon some,</span><br /> +Are blessings I never can prove,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If slavery's my portion to come.</span><br /> +<br /> +Religion! what treasures untold,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Reside in that heavenly word!</span><br /> +More precious than silver or gold,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or all that this earth can afford.</span><br /> +But I am excluded the light<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That leads to this heavenly grace;</span><br /> +The Bible is clos'd to my sight,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Its beauties I never can trace.</span><br /> +<br /> +Ye winds, that have made me your sport,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Convey to this sorrowful land,</span><br /> +Some cordial endearing report,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of freedom from tyranny's hand.</span><br /> +My friends, do they not often send,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A wish or a thought after me?</span><br /> +O, tell me I yet have a friend,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A friend I am anxious to see.</span><br /> +<br /> +How fleet is a glance of the mind!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Compared with the speed of its flight;</span><br /> +The tempest itself lags behind,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the swift-winged arrows of light.</span><br /> +When I think of Victoria's domain,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In a moment I seem to be there,</span><br /> +But the fear of being taken again,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Soon hurries me back to despair.</span><br /> +<br /> +The wood-fowl has gone to her nest,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The beast has lain down in his lair;</span><br /> +To me, there's no season of rest,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Though I to my quarter repair.</span><br /> +If mercy, O Lord, is in store,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For those who in slavery pine;</span><br /> +Grant me when life's troubles are o'er,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A place in thy kingdom divine.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="THE_AFRICS_DREAM" id="THE_AFRICS_DREAM"></a>THE AFRIC’S DREAM.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by Miss Chandler. "Emigrant's Lament," arranged by G.W.C.</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/africs.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/africs.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/africs.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/africsdream1.png" width="498" height="715" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/africsdream2.png" width="510" height="162" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<div class="cpoeml"> +<p> +<br /> +Why did ye wake me from my sleep? It was a dream of bliss,<br /> +And ye have torn me from that land, to pine again in this;<br /> +Methought, beneath yon whispering tree, that I was laid to rest,<br /> +The turf, with all its with'ring flowers, upon my cold heart pressed.<br /> +<br /> +My chains, these hateful chains, were gone—oh, would that I might die,<br /> +So from my swelling pulse I could forever cast them by!<br /> +And on, away, o'er land and sea, my joyful spirit passed,<br /> +Till, 'neath my own banana tree, I lighted down at last.<br /> +<br /> +My cabin door, with all its flowers, was still profusely gay,<br /> +As when I lightly sported there, in childhood's careless day!<br /> +But trees that were as sapling twigs, with broad and shadowing bough,<br /> +Around the well-known threshhold spread a freshening coolness now.<br /> +<br /> +The birds whose notes I used to hear, were shouting on the earth,<br /> +As if to greet me back again with their wild strains of mirth;<br /> +My own bright stream was at my feet, and how I laughed to lave<br /> +My burning lip, and cheek, and brow, in that delicious wave!<br /> +<br /> +My boy, my first-born babe, had died amid his early hours,<br /> +And there we laid him to his sleep among the clustering flowers;<br /> +Yet lo! without my cottage-door he sported in his glee,<br /> +With her whose grave is far from his, beneath yon linden tree.<br /> +<br /> +I sprang to snatch them to my soul; when breathing out my name,<br /> +To grasp my hand, and press my lip, a crowd of loved ones came!<br /> +Wife, parents, children, kinsmen, friends! the dear and lost ones all,<br /> +With blessed words of welcome came, to greet me from my thrall.<br /> +<br /> +Forms long unseen were by my side; and thrilling on my ear,<br /> +Came cadences from gentle tones, unheard for many a year;<br /> +And on my cheeks fond lips were pressed, with true affection's kiss—<br /> +And so ye waked me from my sleep—but 'twas a dream of bliss!<br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="SONG_OF_THE_COFFLE_GANG2" id="SONG_OF_THE_COFFLE_GANG2"></a>SONG OF THE COFFLE GANG.<a name="Anchor_2_2" id="Anchor_2_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor" title="Go to footnote.">[2]</a></h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by the Slaves. Music by G.W.C.</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/cofflegang.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/cofflegang.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/cofflegang.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/coffle1.png" width="502" height="719" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/coffle2.png" width="509" height="156" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<div class="cpoeml"> +<p><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">See these poor souls from Africa,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Transported to America;</span><br /> +We are stolen, and sold to Georgia, will you go along with me?<br /> +We are stolen and sold to Georgia, go sound the jubilee.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">See wives and husbands sold apart,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The children's screams!—it breaks my heart;</span><br /> +There's a better day a coming, will you go along with me?<br /> +There's a better day a coming, go sound the jubilee.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O gracious Lord! when shall it be,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That we poor souls shall all be free?</span><br /> +Lord, break them Slavery powers—will you go along with me?<br /> +Lord, break them Slavery powers, go sound the jubilee.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dear Lord! dear Lord! when Slavery'll cease,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then we poor souls can have our peace;</span><br /> +There's a better day a coming, will you go along with me?<br /> +There's a better day a coming, go sound the jubilee.<br /> +</p> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="HARK_I_HEAR_A_SOUND_OF_ANGUISH" id="HARK_I_HEAR_A_SOUND_OF_ANGUISH"></a>HARK! I HEAR A SOUND OF ANGUISH.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Air, "Calvary."</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/harkIhear.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/harkIhear.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/harkIhear.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/harkihear1.png" width="500" height="745" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/harkihear2.png" width="507" height="165" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Hark! I hear a sound of anguish<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In my own, my native land;</span><br /> +Brethren, doomed in chains to languish,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lift to heaven the suppliant hand,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">And despairing,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">And despairing,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Death the end of woe demand.</span><br /> +<br /> +Let us raise our supplication<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For the wretched suffering slave,</span><br /> +All whose life is desolation,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">All whose hope is in the grave;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">God of mercy!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From thy throne, O hear and save.</span><br /> +<br /> +Those in bonds we would remember<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As if we with them were bound;</span><br /> +For each crushed, each suffering member<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Let our sympathies abound,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Till our labors</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Spread the smiles of freedom round.</span><br /> +<br /> +Even now the word is spoken;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Slavery's cruel power must cease,</span><br /> +From the bound the chain be broken,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Captives hail the kind release,"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">While in splendor</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Comes to reign the Prince of Peace.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="BROTHERS_BE_BRAVE_FOR_THE_PINING_SLAVE" id="BROTHERS_BE_BRAVE_FOR_THE_PINING_SLAVE"></a>BROTHERS BE BRAVE FOR THE PINING SLAVE.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Air—"Sparkling and Bright."</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/brothers.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/brothers.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/brothers.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/brothers1.png" width="501" height="667" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/brothers2.png" width="509" height="767" alt="music continued" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/brothers3.png" width="500" height="173" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<br /> +<b>Solo.</b><br /> +<br /> +Heavy and cold in his dungeon hold,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is the yoke of the oppressor;</span><br /> +Dark o'er the soul is the fell control<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of the stern and dread transgressor.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><b>Chorus.</b></span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Oh then come all to bring the thrall</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Up from his deep despairing,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And out of the jaw of the bandit's law,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Retake the prey he's tearing:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">O then come all to bring the thrall</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Up from his deep despairing,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And out of the jaw of the bandit's law,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Retake the prey he's tearing.</span><br /> +<br /> +Brothers be brave for the pining slave,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From his wife and children riven;</span><br /> +From every vale their bitter wail<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Goes sounding up to Heaven.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Then for the life of that poor wife,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And for those children pining;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">O ne'er give o'er till the chains no more</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Around their limbs are twining.</span><br /> +<br /> +Gloomy and damp is the low rice swamp,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where their meagre bands are wasting;</span><br /> +All worn and weak, in vain they seek<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For rest, to the cool shade hasting;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">For drivers fell, like fiends from hell,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Cease not their savage shouting;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And the scourge's crack, from quivering back,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Sends up the red blood spouting.</span><br /> +<br /> +Into the grave looks only the slave,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For rest to his limbs aweary;</span><br /> +His spirit's light comes from that night,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To us so dark and dreary.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">That soul shall nurse its heavy curse</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Against a day of terror,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When the lightning gleam of his wrath shall stream</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Like fire, on the hosts of error.</span><br /> +<br /> +Heavy and stern are the bolts which burn<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the right hand of Jehovah;</span><br /> +To smite the strong red arm of wrong,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And dash his temples over;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Then on amain to rend the chain,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Ere bursts the vallied thunder;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Right onward speed till the slave is freed—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">His manacles torn asunder.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="right">E.D.H.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="THE_QUADROON_MAIDEN" id="THE_QUADROON_MAIDEN"></a>THE QUADROON MAIDEN.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by Longfellow. Theme from the Indian Maid.</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/quadroon.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/quadroon.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/quadroon.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/quadroon1.png" width="512" height="745" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/quadroon2.png" width="502" height="776" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +The Slaver in the broad lagoon,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lay moored with idle sail;</span><br /> +He waited for the rising moon,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And for the evening gale.</span><br /> +<br /> +The Planter under his roof of thatch,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Smoked thoughtfully and slow;</span><br /> +The Slaver's thumb was on the latch,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He seemed in haste to go.</span><br /> +<br /> +He said, "My ship at anchor rides<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In yonder broad lagoon;</span><br /> +I only wait the evening tides,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the rising of the moon."</span><br /> +<br /> +Before them, with her face upraised,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In timid attitude,</span><br /> +Like one half curious, half amazed,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A Quadroon maiden stood.</span><br /> +<br /> +And on her lips there played a smile<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As holy, meek, and faint,</span><br /> +As lights, in some cathedral aisle,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The features of a saint.</span><br /> +<br /> +"The soil is barren, the farm is old,"<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The thoughtful Planter said,</span><br /> +Then looked upon the Slaver's gold,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And then upon the maid.</span><br /> +<br /> +His heart within him was at strife,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With such accursed gains;</span><br /> +For he knew whose passions gave her life,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whose blood ran in her veins.</span><br /> +<br /> +But the voice of nature was too weak:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He took the glittering gold!</span><br /> +Then pale as death grew the maiden's cheek,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her hands as icy cold.</span><br /> +<br /> +The Slaver led her from the door,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He led her by the hand,</span><br /> +To be his slave and paramour<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In a far and distant land.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="Domestic_Bliss" id="Domestic_Bliss"></a>Domestic Bliss.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>BY REV. JAMES GREGG.</b></p> + + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Domestic bliss; thou fairest flower<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That erst in Eden grew,</span><br /> +Dear relic of the happy bower,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our first grand parents knew!</span><br /> +<br /> +We hail thee in the rugged soil<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of this waste wilderness,</span><br /> +To cheer our way and cheat our toil,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With gleams of happiness.</span><br /> +<br /> +In thy mild light we travel on,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And smile at toil and pain;</span><br /> +And think no more of Eden gone,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For Eden won again.</span><br /> +<br /> +Such, Emily, the bliss, the joy<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">By Heaven bestowed on you;</span><br /> +A husband kind, a lovely boy,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A father fond and true.</span><br /> +<br /> +Religion adds her cheering beams,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sanctifies these ties;</span><br /> +And sheds o'er all the brighter gleams,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She borrows from the skies.</span><br /> +<br /> +But ah! reflect; are <i>all</i> thus blest?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hath home such charms for <i>all</i>?</span><br /> +Can such delights as these invest<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Foul slavery's wretched thrall?</span><br /> +<br /> +Can those be happy in these ties<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who wear her galling chain?</span><br /> +Or taste the blessed charities<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That in the household reign?</span><br /> +<br /> +Can those be blest, whose hope, whose life,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hang on a tyrant's nod;</span><br /> +To whom nor husband, child, nor wife<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are known—yea, scarcely God?</span><br /> +<br /> +Whose ties may all be rudely riven,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">At avarice' fell behest;</span><br /> +Whose only hope of <i>home</i> is heaven,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The grave their only rest.</span><br /> +<br /> +Oh! think of those, the poor, th' oppressed,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In your full hour of bliss;</span><br /> +Nor e'er from prayer and effort rest,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">While earth bears woe like this.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="O_PITY_THE_SLAVE_MOTHER" id="O_PITY_THE_SLAVE_MOTHER"></a>O PITY THE SLAVE MOTHER.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words from the Liberator. Air, Araby's Daughter.</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/opity.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/opity.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/opity.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/opity.png" width="503" height="741" alt="music" /></p> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<br /> +I pity the slave mother, careworn and weary,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who sighs as she presses her babe to her breast;</span><br /> +I lament her sad fate, all so hopeless and dreary,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I lament for her woes, and her wrongs unredressed.</span><br /> +O who can imagine her heart's deep emotion,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As she thinks of her children about to be sold;</span><br /> +You may picture the bounds of the rock-girdled ocean,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But the grief of that mother can never be known.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span>The mildew of slavery has blighted each blossom,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That ever has bloomed in her pathway below;</span><br /> +It has froze every fountain that gushed in her bosom,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And chilled her heart's verdure with pitiless woe:</span><br /> +Her parents, her kindred, all crushed by oppression;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her husband still doomed in its desert to stay;</span><br /> +No arm to protect from the tyrant's aggression—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She must weep as she treads on her desolate way.</span><br /> +<br /> +O, slave-mother, hope! see—the nation is shaking!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The arm of the Lord is awake to thy wrong!</span><br /> +The slave-holder's heart now with terror is quaking<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Salvation and Mercy to Heaven belong!</span><br /> +Rejoice, O rejoice! for the child thou art rearing,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">May one day lift up its unmanacled form,</span><br /> +While hope, to thy heart, like the rain-bow so cheering,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is born, like the rain-bow, 'mid tempest and storm.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="How_long_O_how_long" id="How_long_O_how_long"></a>How long! O! how long!</h2> + + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<br /> +How long will the friend of the slave plead in vain?<br /> +How long e'er the Christian will loosen the chain?<br /> +If he, by our efforts, more hardened should be,<br /> +O Father, forgive him! we trust but in thee.<br /> +That 'we're all free and equal,' how senseless the cry,<br /> +While millions in bondage are groaning so nigh!<br /> +O where is our freedom? equality where?<br /> +To this none can answer, but echo cries, where?<br /> +<br /> +O'er this stain on our country we'd fain draw a veil,<br /> +But history's page will proclaim the sad tale,<br /> +That Christians, unblushing, could shout 'we are free,'<br /> +Whilst they the oppressors of millions could be.<br /> +They can feel for themselves, for the Pole they can feel,<br /> +Towards Afric's children their hearts are like steel;<br /> +They are deaf to their call, to their wrongs they are blind;<br /> +In error they slumber nor seek truth to find.<br /> +<br /> +Though scorn and oppression on our pathway attend,<br /> +Despised and reviled, we the slave will befriend;<br /> +Our Father, thy blessing! we look but to thee,<br /> +Nor cease from our labors till all shall be free.<br /> +Should mobs in their fury with missiles assail,<br /> +The cause it is righteous, the truth will prevail;<br /> +Then heed not their clamors, though loud they proclaim<br /> +That freedom shall slumber, and slavery reign.<br /> +</p> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="THE_FUGITIVE_SLAVE_TO_THE_CHRISTIAN" id="THE_FUGITIVE_SLAVE_TO_THE_CHRISTIAN"></a>THE FUGITIVE SLAVE TO THE CHRISTIAN.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by Elizur Wright, <abbr title="junior">jr.</abbr> Music arranged from Cracovienne.</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/fugitivetochristian.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/fugitivetochristian.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/fugitivetochristian.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/fugitiveslave1.png" width="499" height="718" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/fugitiveslave2.png" width="503" height="509" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +The fetters galled my weary soul,—<br /> +A soul that seemed but thrown away;<br /> +I spurned the tyrant's base control,<br /> +Resolved at last the man to play:—<br /> +<br /> +<b>Chorus.<br /> +</b> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The hounds are baying on my track;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O Christian! will you send me back?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The hounds are baying on my track;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O Christian! will you send me back?</span><br /> +<br /> +I felt the stripes, the lash I saw,<br /> +Red, dripping with a father's gore;<br /> +And, worst of all their lawless law,<br /> +The insults that my mother bore!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The hounds are baying on my track,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O Christian! will you send me back?</span><br /> +<br /> +Where human law o'errules Divine,<br /> +Beneath the sheriff's hammer fell<br /> +My wife and babes,—I call them mine,—<br /> +And where they suffer, who can tell?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The hounds are baying on my track,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O Christian! will you send me back?</span><br /> +<br /> +I seek a home where man is man,<br /> +If such there be upon this earth,<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span>To draw my kindred, if I can,<br /> +Around its free, though humble hearth.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The hounds are baying on my track,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O Christian! will you send me back!</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="The_Strength_of_Tyranny" id="The_Strength_of_Tyranny"></a>The Strength of Tyranny.</h2> + + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +The tyrant's chains are only strong<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">While slaves submit to wear them;</span><br /> +And, who could bind them on the strong,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Determined not to wear them?</span><br /> +Then clank your chains, e'en though the links<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Were light as fashion's feather:</span><br /> +The heart which rightly feels and thinks<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Would cast them altogether.</span><br /> +<br /> +The lords of earth are only great<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">While others clothe and feed them!</span><br /> +But what were all their pride and state<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Should labor cease to heed them?</span><br /> +The swain is higher than a king:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Before the laws of nature,</span><br /> +The monarch were a useless thing,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The swain a useless creature.</span><br /> +<br /> +We toil, we spin, we delve the mine,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sustaining each his neighbor;</span><br /> +And who can hold a right divine<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To rob us of our labor?</span><br /> +We rush to battle—bear our lot<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In every ill and danger—</span><br /> +And who shall make the peaceful cot<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To homely joy a stranger?</span><br /> +<br /> +Perish all tyrants far and near,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Beneath the chains that bind us;</span><br /> +And perish too that servile fear<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which makes the slaves they find us:</span><br /> +One grand, one universal claim—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">One peal of moral thunder—</span><br /> +One glorious burst in Freedom's name,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And rend our bonds asunder!</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="THE_BLIND_SLAVE_BOY" id="THE_BLIND_SLAVE_BOY"></a>THE BLIND SLAVE BOY.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by Mrs. Dr. Bailey. Music arranged from Sweet Afton.</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/blindslaveboy.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/blindslaveboy.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/blindslaveboy.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/blind1.png" width="501" height="725" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/blind2.png" width="503" height="773" alt="music continued" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/blind3.png" width="500" height="193" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<br /> +Come back to me mother! why linger away<br /> +From thy poor little blind boy, the long weary day!<br /> +I mark every footstep, I list to each tone,<br /> +And wonder my mother should leave me alone!<br /> +There are voices of sorrow, and voices of glee,<br /> +But there's no one to joy or to sorrow with me;<br /> +For each hath of pleasure and trouble his share,<br /> +And none for the poor little blind boy will care.<br /> +<br /> +My mother, come back to me! close to thy breast<br /> +Once more let thy poor little blind one be pressed;<br /> +Once more let me feel thy warm breath on my cheek,<br /> +And hear thee in accents of tenderness speak!<br /> +O mother! I've no one to love me—no heart<br /> +Can bear like thine own in my sorrows a part,<br /> +No hand is so gentle, no voice is so kind,<br /> +Oh! none like a mother can cherish the blind!<br /> +<br /> +Poor blind one! No mother thy wailing can hear,<br /> +No mother can hasten to banish thy fear;<br /> +For the slave-owner drives her, o'er mountain and wild,<br /> +And for one paltry dollar hath sold thee, poor child!<br /> +Ah! who can in language of mortals reveal<br /> +The anguish that none but a mother can feel,<br /> +When man in his vile lust of mammon hath trod<br /> +On her child, who is stricken and smitten of God!<br /> +<br /> +Blind, helpless, forsaken, with strangers alone,<br /> +She hears in her anguish his piteous moan;<br /> +As he eagerly listens—but listens in vain,<br /> +To catch the loved tones of his mother again!<br /> +The curse of the broken in spirit shall fall<br /> +On the wretch who hath mingled this wormwood and gall,<br /> +And his gain like a mildew shall blight and destroy,<br /> +Who hath torn from his mother the little blind boy!<br /> +</p> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="SLAVES_WRONGS" id="SLAVES_WRONGS"></a>SLAVE’S WRONGS.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by Miss Chandler. Arranged from "Rose of Allandale."</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/slaveswrongs.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/slaveswrongs.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/slaveswrongs.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/slaveswrongs1.png" width="505" height="738" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/slaveswrongs2.png" width="506" height="563" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<br /> +With aching brow and wearied limb,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The slave his toil pursued;</span><br /> +And oft I saw the cruel scourge<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Deep in his blood imbrued;</span><br /> +He tilled oppression's soil where men<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For liberty had bled,</span><br /> +And the eagle wing of Freedom waved<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In mockery, o'er his head.</span><br /> +<br /> +The earth was filled with the triumph shout<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of men who had burst their chains;</span><br /> +But his, the heaviest of them all,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Still lay on his burning veins;</span><br /> +In his master's hall there was luxury,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And wealth, and mental light;</span><br /> +But the very book of the Christian law,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was hidden from his sight.</span><br /> +<br /> +In his master's halls there was wine and mirth,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And songs for the newly free;</span><br /> +But his own low cabin was desolate<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of all but misery.</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span>He felt it all—and to bitterness<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His heart within him turned;</span><br /> +While the panting wish for liberty,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like a fire in his bosom burned.</span><br /> +<br /> +The haunting thought of his wrongs grew changed<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To a darker and fiercer hue,</span><br /> +Till the horrible shape it sometimes wore<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">At last familiar grew;</span><br /> +There was darkness all within his heart,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And madness in his soul;</span><br /> +And the demon spark, in his bosom nursed,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Blazed up beyond control.</span><br /> +<br /> +Then came a scene! oh! such a scene!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I would I might forget</span><br /> +The ringing sound of the midnight scream,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the hearth-stone redly wet!</span><br /> +The mother slain while she shrieked in vain<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For her infant's threatened life;</span><br /> +And the flying form of the frighted child,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Struck down by the bloody knife.</span><br /> +<br /> +There's many a heart that yet will start<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From its troubled sleep, at night,</span><br /> +As the horrid form of the vengeful slave<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Comes in dreams before the sight.</span><br /> +The slave was crushed, and his fetters' link<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Drawn tighter than before;</span><br /> +And the bloody earth again was drenched<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With the streams of his flowing gore.</span><br /> +<br /> +Ah! know they not, that the tightest band<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Must burst with the wildest power?—</span><br /> +That the more the slave is oppressed and wronged,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Will be fiercer his rising hour?</span><br /> +They may thrust him back with the arm of might,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They may drench the earth with his blood—</span><br /> +But the best and purest of their own,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Will blend with the sanguine flood.</span><br /> +<br /> +I could tell thee more—but my strength is gone,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And my breath is wasting fast;</span><br /> +Long ere the darkness to-night has fled,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Will my life from the earth have passed:</span><br /> +But this, the sum of all I have learned,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ere I go I will tell to thee;—</span><br /> +If tyrants would hope for tranquil hearts,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They must let the oppressed go free.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="MY_CHILD_IS_GONE" id="MY_CHILD_IS_GONE"></a>MY CHILD IS GONE.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Music by G.W.C.</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/childisgone.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/childisgone.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/childisgone.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/mychild.png" width="506" height="548" alt="music" /></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Hark! from the winds a voice of woe,<br /> +The wild Atlantic in its flow,<br /> +Bears on its breast the murmur low,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">My child is gone!</span><br /> +<br /> +Like savage tigers o'er their prey,<br /> +They tore him from my heart away;<br /> +And now I cry, by night by day—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">My child is gone!</span><br /> +<br /> +How many a free-born babe is press'd<br /> +With fondness to its mother's breast,<br /> +And rocked upon her arms to rest,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">While mine is gone!</span><br /> +<br /> +No longer now, at eve I see,<br /> +Beneath the sheltering plantain tree,<br /> +My baby cradled on my knee,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">For he is gone!</span><br /> +<br /> +And when I seek my cot at night,<br /> +There's not a thing that meets my sight,<br /> +But tells me that my soul's delight,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">My child, is gone!</span><br /> +<br /> +I sink to sleep, and then I seem<br /> +To hear again his parting scream<br /> +I start and wake—'tis but a dream—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">My child <i>is</i> gone!</span><br /> +<br /> +Gone—till my toils and griefs are o'er,<br /> +And I shall reach that happy shore,<br /> +Where negro mothers cry no more—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">My child is gone!</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="COMFORT_IN_AFFLICTION" id="COMFORT_IN_AFFLICTION"></a>COMFORT IN AFFLICTION.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by William Leggett. Music by G.W.C.</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/comfort.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/comfort.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/comfort.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/comfort.png" width="503" height="744" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +If yon bright stars which gem the night,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Be each a blissful dwelling sphere,</span><br /> +Where kindred spirits reunite<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whom death has torn asunder here,</span><br /> +<br /> +How sweet it were at once to die,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And leave this blighted orb afar!</span><br /> +Mix soul with soul to cleave the sky,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And soar away from star to star!</span><br /> +<br /> +But oh! how dark, how drear, how lone,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Would seem the brightest world of bliss,</span><br /> +If, wandering through each radiant one,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We failed to find the loved of this!</span><br /> +<br /> +If there no more the ties should twine,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which Death's cold hand alone can sever,</span><br /> +Ah! then those stars in mockery shine,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">More hateful as they shine forever!</span><br /> +<br /> +It cannot be—each hope and fear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That lights the eye or clouds the brow,</span><br /> +Proclaims there is a happier sphere<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Than this bleak world that holds us now!</span><br /> +<br /> +There is a voice which sorrow hears,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When heaviest weighs life's galling chain,</span><br /> +'Tis heaven that whispers, "dry thy tears,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The pure in heart shall meet again."</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="The_Poor_Little_Slave" id="The_Poor_Little_Slave"></a>The Poor Little Slave.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>FROM "THE CHARTER OAK."</b></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +O pity the poor little slave,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who labors hard through all the day—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And has no one,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When day is done,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To teach his youthful heart to pray.</span><br /> +<br /> +No words of love—no fond embrace—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">No smiles from parents kind and dear;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">No tears are shed</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Around his bed,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When fevers rage, and death is near.</span><br /> +<br /> +None feel for him when heavy chains<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are fastened to his tender limb;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">No pitying eyes,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">No sympathies,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">No prayers are raised to heaven for him.</span><br /> +<br /> +Yes I will pity the poor slave,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And pray that he may soon be free;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">That he at last,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When days are past,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In heaven may have his liberty.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="THE_BEREAVED_MOTHER" id="THE_BEREAVED_MOTHER"></a>THE BEREAVED MOTHER.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by Jesse Hutchinson. Air, "Kathleen O'Moore."</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/bereavedmother.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/bereavedmother.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/bereavedmother.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/bereavedmother.png" width="505" height="727" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span></p> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<br /> +Oh deep was the anguish of the slave mother's heart,<br /> +When called from her darling for ever to part;<br /> +So grieved that lone mother, that heart broken mother,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">In sorrow and woe.</span><br /> +<br /> +The lash of the master her deep sorrows mock,<br /> +While the child of her bosom is sold on the block;<br /> +Yet loud shrieked that mother, poor heart broken mother,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">In sorrow and woe.</span><br /> +<br /> +The babe in return, for its fond mother cries,<br /> +While the sound of their wailings together arise;<br /> +They shriek for each other, the child and the mother,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">In sorrow and woe.</span><br /> +<br /> +The harsh auctioneer to sympathy cold,<br /> +Tears the babe from its mother and sells it for gold;<br /> +While the infant and mother, loud shriek for each other,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">In sorrow and woe.</span><br /> +<br /> +At last came the parting of mother and child,<br /> +Her brain reeled with madness, that mother was wild;<br /> +Then the lash could not smother the shrieks of that mother,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Of sorrow and woe.</span><br /> +<br /> +The child was borne off to a far distant clime,<br /> +While the mother was left in anguish to pine;<br /> +But reason departed, and she sank broken hearted,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">In sorrow and woe.</span><br /> +<br /> +That poor mourning mother, of reason bereft,<br /> +Soon ended her sorrows and sank cold in death:<br /> +Thus died that slave mother, poor heart broken mother,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">In sorrow and woe.</span><br /> +<br /> +Oh! list ye kind mothers to the cries of the slave;<br /> +The parents and children implore you to save;<br /> +Go! rescue the mothers, the sisters and brothers,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">From sorrow and woe.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="HEARD_YE_THAT_CRY" id="HEARD_YE_THAT_CRY"></a>HEARD YE THAT CRY.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>From "Wind of the Winter night."</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/heardye.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/heardye.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/heardye.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/heardye.png" width="499" height="726" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span></p> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<br /> +Heard ye that cry! Twas the wail of a slave,<br /> +As he sank in despair, to the rest of the grave;<br /> +Behold him where bleeding and prostrate he lies,<br /> +Unfriended he lived, and unpitied he died.<br /> +<br /> +The white man oppressed him—the white man for gold,<br /> +Made him toil amidst tortures that cannot be told;<br /> +He robbed him, and spoiled him, of all that was dear,<br /> +And made him the prey of affliction and fear.<br /> +<br /> +But his anguish was seen, and his wailings were heard,<br /> +By the Lord God of Hosts; whose vengeance deferred,<br /> +Gathers force by delay, and with fury will burst,<br /> +On his impious oppressor—the tyrant accurst!<br /> +<br /> +Arouse ye, arouse ye! ye generous and brave,<br /> +Plead the rights of the poor—plead the cause of the slave;<br /> +Nor cease your exertions till broken shall be<br /> +The fetters that bind him, and the slave shall be free.<br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="Sleep_on_my_Child" id="Sleep_on_my_Child"></a>Sleep on my Child.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>BY R.J.H.</b></p> + + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Sleep on, my child, in peaceful rest,<br /> +While lovely visions round thee play;<br /> +No care or grief has touched thy breast,<br /> +Thy life is yet a cloudless day.<br /> +<br /> +Far distant is my childhood's home—<br /> +No mother's smiles—no father's care!<br /> +Oh! how I'd love again to roam,<br /> +Where once my little playmates were!<br /> +<br /> +Sleep on, thou hast not felt the chain;<br /> +But though 'tis yet unmingled joy,<br /> +I may not see those smiles again,<br /> +Nor clasp thee to my breast, my boy.<br /> +<br /> +And must I see thee toil and bleed!<br /> +Thy manly soul in fetters tied;<br /> +'Twill wring thy mother's heart indeed—<br /> +Oh! would to God that I had died!<br /> +<br /> +That soul God's own bright image bears—<br /> +But oh! no tongue thy woes can tell;<br /> +Thy lot is cast in blood and tears,<br /> +And soon these lips must say—farewell!<br /> +</p> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="ZAZA_THE_FEMALE_SLAVE" id="ZAZA_THE_FEMALE_SLAVE"></a>ZAZA—THE FEMALE SLAVE.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by Miss Ball. Music by G.W.C.</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/zaza.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/zaza.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/zaza.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/zaza.png" width="489" height="743" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span></p> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<br /> +O my country, my country! how long I for thee,<br /> +Far over the mountain, far over the sea.<br /> +Where the sweet Joliba kisses the shore,<br /> +Say, shall I wander by thee never more?<br /> +Where the sweet Joliba kisses the shore,<br /> +Say, shall I wander by thee never more?<br /> +O my country, my country! how long I for thee,<br /> +Far over the mountain, far over the sea.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Say, O fond Zurima,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Where dost thou stay?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Say, doth another</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">List to thy sweet lay?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Say, doth the orange still</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Bloom near our cot?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Zurima, Zurima,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Am I forgot?</span><br /> +O, my country, my country! how long I for thee,<br /> +Far over the mountain, far over the sea.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Under the baobab</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Oft have I slept,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Fanned by sweet breezes</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">That over me swept.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Often in dreams</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Do my weary limbs lay</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">'Neath the same baobab,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Far, far away,</span><br /> +O my country, my country, how long I for thee,<br /> +Far over the mountain, far over the sea.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">O for the breath</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Of our own waving palm,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Here, as I languish,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">My spirit to calm—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">O for a draught</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">From our own cooling lake,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Brought by sweet mother,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">My spirit to wake.</span><br /> +O my country, my country, how long I for thee,<br /> +Far over the mountain, far over the sea.<br /> +</p> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="PRAYER_FOR_THE_SLAVE" id="PRAYER_FOR_THE_SLAVE"></a>PRAYER FOR THE SLAVE.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Tune—Hamburgh.</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/prayerforslave.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/prayerforslave.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/prayerforslave.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/prayer.png" width="502" height="720" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Oh let the pris'ner's mournful sighs<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As incense in thy sight appear!</span><br /> +Their humble wailings pierce the skies,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If haply they may feel thee near.</span><br /> +<br /> +The captive exiles make their moans,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From sin impatient to be free;</span><br /> +Call home, call home, thy banished ones!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lead captive their captivity!</span><br /> +<br /> +Out of the deep regard their cries,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The fallen raise, the mourners cheer,</span><br /> +Oh, Son of Righteousness, arise,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And scatter all their doubts and fear.</span><br /> +<br /> +Stand by them in the fiery hour,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their feebleness of mind defend;</span><br /> +And in their weakness show thy power,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And make them patient to the end.</span><br /> +<br /> +Relieve the souls whose cross we bear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For whom thy suffering members mourn:</span><br /> +Answer our faith's effectual prayer;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And break the yoke so meekly borne!</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="Remembering_that_God_is_just" id="Remembering_that_God_is_just"></a>Remembering that God is just.</h2> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<br /> +Oh righteous God! whose awful frown<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Can crumble nations to the dust,</span><br /> +Trembling we stand before thy throne,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When we reflect that thou art just.</span><br /> +<br /> +Dost thou not see the dreadful wrong,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which Afric's injured race sustains?</span><br /> +And wilt thou not arise ere long,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To plead their cause, and break their chains?</span><br /> +<br /> +Must not thine anger quickly rise<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Against the men whom lust controls,</span><br /> +Who dare thy righteous laws despise<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And traffic in the blood of souls?</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="THE_FUGITIVE" id="THE_FUGITIVE"></a>THE FUGITIVE.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by L.M.C. Air "Bonny Doon."</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/fugitive.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/fugitive.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/fugitive.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/fugitive.png" width="502" height="753" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +A noble man of sable brow<br /> +Came to my humble cottage door,<br /> +With cautious, weary step and slow,<br /> +And asked if I could feed the poor;<br /> +He begged if I had ought to give,<br /> +To help the panting fugitive.<br /> +<br /> +I told him he had fled away<br /> +From his kind master, friends, and home;<br /> +That he was black—a slave astray,<br /> +And should return as he had come;<br /> +That I would to his master give<br /> +The straying villain fugitive.<br /> +<br /> +He fell upon his trembling knee<br /> +And claimed he was a brother man,<br /> +That I was bound to set him free,<br /> +According to the gospel plan;<br /> +And if I would God's grace receive,<br /> +That I must help the fugitive.<br /> +<br /> +He showed the stripes his master gave,<br /> +The festering wound—the sightless eye,<br /> +The common badges of the slave,<br /> +And said he would be free, or die;<br /> +And if I nothing had to give,<br /> +I should not stop the fugitive.<br /> +<br /> +He owned his was a sable skin,<br /> +That which his Maker first had given;<br /> +But mine would be a darker sin,<br /> +That would exclude my soul from heaven:<br /> +And if I would God's grace receive,<br /> +I should relieve the fugitive.<br /> +<br /> +I bowed and took the stranger in,<br /> +And gave him meat, and drink, and rest,<br /> +I hope that God forgave my sin,<br /> +And made me with that brother blest;<br /> +I am resolved, long as I live,<br /> +To help the panting fugitive.<br /> +</p> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="AM_I_NOT_A_MAN_AND_BROTHER" id="AM_I_NOT_A_MAN_AND_BROTHER"></a>AM I NOT A MAN AND BROTHER?</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by A.C.L. Air—"Bride's Farewell."</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/manandbrother.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/manandbrother.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/manandbrother.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/aminot.png" width="504" height="743" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Am I not a man and brother?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ought I not, then, to be free?</span><br /> +Sell me not one to another,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Take not thus my liberty.</span><br /> +Christ our Saviour, Christ our Saviour,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Died for me as well as thee.</span><br /> +<br /> +Am I not a man and brother?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Have I not a soul to save?</span><br /> +Oh, do not my spirit smother,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Making me a wretched slave:</span><br /> +God of mercy, God of mercy,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Let me fill a freeman's grave!</span><br /> +<br /> +Yes, thou art a man and brother,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Though thou long hast groaned a slave,</span><br /> +Bound with cruel cords and tether<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From the cradle to the grave!</span><br /> +Yet the Saviour, yet the Saviour,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bled and died all souls to save.</span><br /> +<br /> +Yes, thou art a man and brother,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Though we long have told thee nay:</span><br /> +And are bound to aid each other,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">All along our pilgrim way.</span><br /> +Come and welcome, come and welcome,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Join with us to praise and pray!</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="Am_I_not_a_Sister" id="Am_I_not_a_Sister"></a>Am I not a Sister?</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>BY A.C.L.</b></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Am I not a sister, say?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall I then be bought and sold</span><br /> +In the mart and by the way,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For the white man's lust and gold?</span><br /> +Save me then from his foul snare,<br /> +Leave me not to perish there!<br /> +<br /> +Am I not a sister say,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Though I have a sable hue!</span><br /> +Lo! I have been dragged away,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From my friends and kindred true,</span><br /> +And have toiled in yonder field,<br /> +There have long been bruised and peeled!<br /> +<br /> +Am I not a sister, say?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Have I an immortal soul?</span><br /> +Will you, sisters, tell me nay?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall I live in lust's control,</span><br /> +To be chattled like a beast,<br /> +By the Christian church and priest?<br /> +<br /> +Am I not a sister, say?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Though I have been made a slave?</span><br /> +Will you not then for me pray,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To the God whose power can save,</span><br /> +High and low, and bond and free?<br /> +Toil and pray and vote for me!<br /> +</p> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="YE_HERALDS_OF_FREEDOM" id="YE_HERALDS_OF_FREEDOM"></a>YE HERALDS OF FREEDOM.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Music by Kingsley.</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/yeheralds.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/yeheralds.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/yeheralds.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/yeheralds.png" width="505" height="731" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span></p> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<br /> +Ye heralds of freedom, ye noble and brave,<br /> +Who dare to insist on the rights of the slave;<br /> +Go onward, go onward, your cause is of God,<br /> +And he will soon sever the oppressor's strong rod.<br /> +<br /> +The finger of slander may now at you point,<br /> +That finger will soon lose the strength of its joint;<br /> +And those who now plead for the rights of the slave,<br /> +Will soon be acknowledged the good and the brave.<br /> +<br /> +Though thrones and dominions, and kingdoms and powers,<br /> +May now all oppose you, the victory is yours;<br /> +The banner of Jesus will soon be unfurled,<br /> +And he will give freedom and peace to the world.<br /> +<br /> +Go under his standard and fight by his side,<br /> +O'er mountains and billows you'll then safely ride.<br /> +His gracious protection will be to you given,<br /> +And bright crowns of glory he'll give you in heaven.<br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="I_would_not_live_alway" id="I_would_not_live_alway"></a>I would not live alway.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b><span class="smcap">By Pierpont</span>.</b></p> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<br /> +I would not live alway; I ask not to stay,<br /> +Where I must bear the burden and heat of the day:<br /> +Where my body is cut with the lash or the cord,<br /> +And a hovel and hunger are all my reward.<br /> +<br /> +I would not live alway, where life is a load<br /> +To the flesh and the spirit:—since there's an abode<br /> +For the soul disenthralled, let me breathe my last<br /> +And repose in thine arms, my deliverer, Death!—<br /> +<br /> +I would not live alway to toil as a slave:<br /> +Oh no, let me rest, though I rest in my grave;<br /> +For there, from their troubling, the wicked shall<br /> +And, free from his master, the slave be at peace.<br /> +</p> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="OUR_PILGRIM_FATHERS" id="OUR_PILGRIM_FATHERS"></a>OUR PILGRIM FATHERS.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by Pierpont. Music from "Minstrel Boy," by G.W.C.</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/ourpilgrim.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/ourpilgrim.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/ourpilgrim.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/ourpilgrim1.png" width="501" height="754" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/ourpilgrim2.png" width="508" height="775" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span></p> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<br /> +Our Pilgrim Fathers—where are they?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The waves that brought them o'er,</span><br /> +Still roll in the bay, and throw their spray<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As they break along the shore;</span><br /> +Still roll in the bay, as they rolled that day,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the Mayflower moored below;</span><br /> +When the sea around was black with storms,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And white the shore with snow.</span><br /> +<br /> +The mists that wrapped the Pilgrim's sleep,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Still brood upon the tide;</span><br /> +And his rocks yet keep their watch by the deep,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To stay its waves of pride.</span><br /> +But the snow-white sail, that she gave to the gale<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the heavens looked dark, is gone;</span><br /> +As an angel's wing, through an opening cloud,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is seen, and then withdrawn.</span><br /> +<br /> +The Pilgrim exile—sainted name!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The hill, whose icy brow</span><br /> +Rejoiced when he came in the morning's flame,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the morning's flame burns now.</span><br /> +And the moon's cold light, as it lay that night,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">On the hill-side and the sea,</span><br /> +Still lies where he laid his houseless head;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But the Pilgrim—where is he?</span><br /> +<br /> +The Pilgrim Fathers are at rest;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When Summer's throned on high,</span><br /> +And the world's warm breast is in verdure dressed,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Go, stand on the hill where they lie.</span><br /> +The earliest ray of the golden day,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">On that hallowed spot is cast;</span><br /> +And the evening sun as he leaves the world,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Looks kindly on that spot last.</span><br /> +<br /> +The Pilgrim <i>spirit</i> has not fled—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It walks in noon's broad light;</span><br /> +And it watches the bed of the glorious dead,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With the holy stars, by night.</span><br /> +It watches the bed of the brave who have bled,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And shall guard this ice-bound shore,</span><br /> +Till the waves of the bay, where the Mayflower lay,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall foam and freeze no more.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="STANZAS_FOR_THE_TIMES" id="STANZAS_FOR_THE_TIMES"></a>STANZAS FOR THE TIMES.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by J.G. Whittier. Music by G.W.C.</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/stanzas.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/stanzas.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/stanzas.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/stanzas1.png" width="508" height="765" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/stanzas2.png" width="502" height="244" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<br /> +Is this the land our fathers loved,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The freedom which they toiled to win?</span><br /> +Is this the soil whereon they moved?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are these the graves they slumber in?</span><br /> +Are we the sons by whom are borne,<br /> +The mantles which the dead have won?<br /> +<br /> +And shall we crouch above these graves,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With craven soul and fettered lip?</span><br /> +Yoke in with marked and branded slaves,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And tremble at the driver's whip?</span><br /> +Bend to the earth our pliant knees,<br /> +And speak—but as our masters please?<br /> +<br /> +Shall outraged Nature cease to feel?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall Mercy's tears no longer flow?</span><br /> +Shall ruffian threats of cord and steel—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The dungeon's gloom—th' assassin's blow,</span><br /> +Turn back the spirit roused to save<br /> +The Truth—our Country—and the Slave?<br /> +<br /> +Of human skulls that shrine was made,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Round which the priests of Mexico</span><br /> +Before their loathsome idol prayed—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is Freedom's altar fashioned so?</span><br /> +And must we yield to Freedom's God<br /> +As offering meet, the negro's blood?<br /> +<br /> +Shall tongues be mute, when deeds are wrought<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which well might shame extremest Hell?</span><br /> +Shall freemen lock th' indignant thought?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall Mercy's bosom cease to swell?</span><br /> +Shall Honor bleed?—Shall Truth succumb?<br /> +Shall pen, and press, and soul be dumb?<br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span>No—by each spot of haunted ground,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where Freedom weeps her children's fall—</span><br /> +By Plymouth's rock—and Bunker's mound—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">By Griswold's stained and shattered wall—</span><br /> +By Warren's ghost—by Langdon's shade—<br /> +By all the memories of our dead!<br /> +<br /> +By their enlarging souls, which burst<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The bands and fetters round them set—</span><br /> +By the free Pilgrim spirit nursed<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Within our inmost bosoms, yet,—</span><br /> +By all above—around—below—<br /> +Be ours the indignant answer—no!<br /> +<br /> +No—guided by our country's laws,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For truth, and right, and suffering man,</span><br /> +Be ours to strive in Freedom's cause,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As Christians may—as freemen can!</span><br /> +Still pouring on unwilling ears<br /> +That truth oppression only fears.<br /> +</p> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="TO_THOSE_I_LOVE" id="TO_THOSE_I_LOVE"></a>TO THOSE I LOVE.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by Miss E.M. Chandler. Music from an old air by G.W.C.</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/tothose.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/tothose.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/tothose.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/tothose1.png" width="498" height="724" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/tothose2.png" width="500" height="358" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<div class="cpoeml"> +<p> +<br /> +Oh, turn ye not displeased away, though I should sometimes seem<br /> +Too much to press upon your ear, an oft repeated theme;<br /> +The story of the negro's wrongs is heavy at my heart,<br /> +And can I choose but wish from you a sympathizing part?<br /> +<br /> +I turn to you to share my joy,—to soothe me in my grief—<br /> +In wayward sadness from your smiles, I seek a sweet relief:<br /> +And shall I keep this burning wish to see the slave set free,<br /> +Locked darkly in my secret heart, unshared and silently?<br /> +<br /> +If I had been a friendless thing—if I had never known,<br /> +How swell the fountains of the heart beneath affection's tone,<br /> +I might have, careless, seen the leaf torn rudely from its stem,<br /> +But clinging as I do to you, can I but feel for them?<br /> +<br /> +I could not brook to list the sad sweet music of a bird,<br /> +Though it were sweeter melody than ever ear hath heard,<br /> +If cruel hands had quenched its light, that in the plaintive song,<br /> +It might the breathing memory of other days prolong.<br /> +<br /> +And can I give my lip to taste the life-bought luxuries, wrung<br /> +From those on whom a darker night of anguish has been flung—<br /> +Or silently and selfishly enjoy my better lot,<br /> +While those whom God hath bade me love, are wretched and forgot?<br /> +<br /> +Oh no!—so blame me not, sweet friends, though I should sometimes seem<br /> +Too much to press upon your ear an oft repeated theme;<br /> +The story of the negro's wrongs hath won me from my rest,—<br /> +And I must strive to wake for him an interest in your breast!<br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="WERE_COMING_WERE_COMING" id="WERE_COMING_WERE_COMING"></a>WE’RE COMING! WE’RE COMING!</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Air, "Kinloch of Kinloch."</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/werecoming.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/werecoming.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/werecoming.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/werecoming1.png" width="499" height="738" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/werecoming2.png" width="501" height="363" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<br /> +We're coming, we're coming, the fearless and free,<br /> +Like the winds of the desert, the waves of the sea!<br /> +True sons of brave sires who battled of yore,<br /> +When England's proud lion ran wild on our shore!<br /> +We're coming, we're coming, from mountain and glen,<br /> +With hearts to do battle for freedom again;<br /> +Oppression is trembling as trembled before,<br /> +The Slavery which fled from our fathers of yore.<br /> +<br /> +We're coming, we're coming, with banners unfurled,<br /> +Our motto is <span class="smcap">freedom</span>, our country the world;<br /> +Our watchword is <span class="smcap">liberty</span>—tyrants beware!<br /> +For the liberty army will bring you despair!<br /> +We're coming, we're coming, we'll come from afar,<br /> +Our standard we'll nail to humanity's car;<br /> +With shoutings we'll raise it, in triumph to wave,<br /> +A trophy of conquest, or shroud for the brave.<br /> +<br /> +Then arouse ye, brave hearts, to the rescue come on!<br /> +The man-stealing army we'll surely put down;<br /> +They are crushing their millions, but soon they must yield,<br /> +For <i>freemen</i> have <i>risen</i> and taken the field.<br /> +Then arouse ye! arouse ye! the fearless and free,<br /> +Like the winds of the desert, the waves of the sea;<br /> +Let the north, west, and east, to the sea-beaten shore,<br /> +<i>Resound</i> with a <i>liberty triumph</i> once more.<br /> +</p> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="ROUSE_UP_NEW_ENGLAND" id="ROUSE_UP_NEW_ENGLAND"></a>ROUSE UP, NEW ENGLAND.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by a Yankee. Music by G.W.C.</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/rouseup.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/rouseup.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/rouseup.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/rouse1.png" width="507" height="727" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/rouse2.png" width="506" height="471" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<div class="cpoeml"> +<p> +<br /> +Rouse up, New England! Buckle on your mail of proof sublime,<br /> +Your stern old hate of tyranny, your deep contempt of crime;<br /> +A traitor plot is hatching now, more full of woe and shame,<br /> +Than ever from the iron heart of bloodiest despot came.<br /> +<br /> +Six slave States added at a breath! One flourish of a pen,<br /> +And fetters shall be riveted on millions more of men!<br /> +One drop of ink to sign a name, and slavery shall find<br /> +For all her surplus flesh and blood, a market to her mind!<br /> +<br /> +A market where good Democrats their fellow men may sell!<br /> +O, what a grin of fiendish glee runs round and round thro' hell!<br /> +How all the damned leap up for joy and half forget their fire,<br /> +To think men take such pains to claim the notice of God's ire.<br /> +<br /> +Is't not enough that we have borne the sneer of all the world,<br /> +And bent to those whose haughty lips in scorn of us are curled?<br /> +Is't not enough that we must hunt their living chattels back,<br /> +And cheer the hungry bloodhounds on, that howl upon their track?<br /> +<br /> +Is't not enough that we must bow to all that they decree,—<br /> +These cotton and tobacco lords, these pimps of slavery?<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span>That we must yield our conscience up to glut Oppression's maw,<br /> +And break our faith with God to keep the letter of Man's law?<br /> +<br /> +But must we sit in silence by, and see the chain and whip<br /> +Made firmer for all time to come in Slavery's bloody grip!<br /> +Must we not only half the guilt and all the shame endure,<br /> +But help to make our tyrant's throne of flesh and blood secure?<br /> +<br /> +Is water running in our veins? Do we remember still<br /> +Old Plymouth rock, and Lexington, and glorious Bunker Hill?<br /> +The debt we owe our Father's graves? and to the yet unborn,<br /> +Whose heritage ourselves must make a thing of pride or scorn?<br /> +<br /> +Grey Plymouth rock hath yet a tongue, and Concord is not dumb,<br /> +And voices from our father's graves, and from the future come;<br /> +They call on us to stand our ground, they charge us still to be<br /> +Not only free from chains ourselves, but foremost to make free!<br /> +<br /> +Awake, New England! While you sleep the foes advance their lines;<br /> +Already on your stronghold's wall their bloody banner shines;<br /> +Awake! and hurl them back again in terror and despair,<br /> +The time has come for earnest deeds, we've not a man to spare.<br /> +</p> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="RISE_FREEMEN_RISE" id="RISE_FREEMEN_RISE"></a>RISE, FREEMEN, RISE.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Music by G.W.C.</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/risefreeman.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/risefreeman.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/risefreeman.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/risefreemen.png" width="508" height="523" alt="music" /></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Rise, freemen, rise! the call goes forth,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Attend the high command;</span><br /> +Obedience to the word of God,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Throughout this guilty land:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Throughout this guilty land.</span><br /> +<br /> +Rise, free the slave; oh, burst his chains,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And cast his fetters down;</span><br /> +Let virtue be your country's pride,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her diadem and crown.</span><br /> +<br /> +Then shall the day at length arrive,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When all shall equal be,</span><br /> +And Freedom's banner, waving high,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Proclaim that all are free.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="Remember_Me" id="Remember_Me"></a>Remember Me.</h2> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +O Thou, from whom all goodness flows!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I lift my heart to thee;</span><br /> +In all my wrongs, oppressions, woes,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dear Lord! remember me.</span><br /> +<br /> +Afflictions sore obstruct my way,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And ills I cannot flee;</span><br /> +Lord! let my strength be as my day,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And still remember me.</span><br /> +<br /> +Oppressed with scourges, bonds, and grief,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">This feeble body see;</span><br /> +Oh! give my burdened soul relief,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hear, and remember me.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="A_BEACON_HAS_BEEN_LIGHTED" id="A_BEACON_HAS_BEEN_LIGHTED"></a>A BEACON HAS BEEN LIGHTED.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Parody by G.W.C. Air, "Blue-eyed Mary."</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/beacon.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/beacon.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/beacon.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/beacon1.png" width="503" height="738" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/beacon2.png" width="503" height="377" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +A beacon has been lighted,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bright as the noonday sun;</span><br /> +On worlds of mind benighted,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Its rays are pouring down;</span><br /> +Full many a shrine of error,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And many a deed of shame,</span><br /> +Dismayed, has shrunk in terror,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Before the lighted flame.</span><br /> +<br /> +<b>Chorus.<br /> +</b> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Victorious, on, victorious!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Proud beacon onward haste;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Till floods of light all glorious,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Illume the moral waste.</span><br /> +<br /> +Oppression foul has foundered,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The demon gasps for breath;</span><br /> +His rapid march is downward,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To everlasting death.</span><br /> +Old age and youth united,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His works shall prostrate hurl,</span><br /> +And soon himself, affrighted,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall hurry from this world.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Victorious, on, victorious, <abbr title="et cetera">&c.</abbr></span><br /> +<br /> +Proud liberty untiring,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Strikes at the monster's heart;</span><br /> +Beneath her blows expiring,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He dreads her well-aimed dart.</span><br /> +Her blows—we'll pray "God speed" them,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oppression to despoil;</span><br /> +And how we fought for freedom,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Let future ages tell.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Victorious, on, victorious, <abbr title="et cetera">&c.</abbr></span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="OUR_COUNTRYMEN_IN_CHAINS" id="OUR_COUNTRYMEN_IN_CHAINS"></a>OUR COUNTRYMEN IN CHAINS.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by Whittier. "Beatitude," by T. Hastings.</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/ourcountrymen.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/ourcountrymen.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/ourcountrymen.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/ourcountrymen.png" width="501" height="740" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span></p> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<br /> +Our fellow countrymen in chains,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Slaves in a land of light and law!</span><br /> +Slaves crouching on the very plains<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where rolled the storm of Freedom's war!</span><br /> +A groan from Eutaw's haunted wood—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A wail where Camden's martyrs fell—</span><br /> +By every shrine of patriot blood,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From Moultrie's wall and Jasper's well.</span><br /> +<br /> +By storied hill and hallow'd grot,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">By mossy wood and marshy glen,</span><br /> +Whence rang of old the rifle-shot,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And hurrying shout of Marion's men!</span><br /> +The groan of breaking hearts is there—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The falling lash—the fetter's clank!</span><br /> +Slaves—<span class="smcap">slaves</span> are breathing in that air,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which old De Kalb and Sumter drank!</span><br /> +<br /> +What, ho!—our countrymen in chains!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The whip on <span class="smcap">woman's</span> shrinking flesh!</span><br /> +Our soil yet reddening with the stains,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Caught from her scourging, warm and fresh!</span><br /> +What! mothers from their children riven!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What! God's own image bought and sold!</span><br /> +<span class="smcap">Americans</span> to market driven,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And barter'd as the brute for gold!</span><br /> +<br /> +Speak! shall their agony of prayer<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Come thrilling to our hearts in vain?</span><br /> +To us, whose fathers scorn'd to bear<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The paltry menace of a chain;</span><br /> +To us, whose boast is loud and long<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of holy Liberty and Light—</span><br /> +Say, shall these writhing slaves of wrong,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Plead vainly for their plunder'd Right?</span><br /> +<br /> +Shall every flap of England's flag<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Proclaim that all around are free,</span><br /> +From "farthest Ind" to each blue crag<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That beetles o'er the Western Sea?</span><br /> +And shall we scoff at Europe's kings,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When Freedom's fire is dim with us,</span><br /> +And round our country's altar clings<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The damning shade of Slavery's curse?</span><br /> +<br /> +Just God! and shall we calmly rest,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Christian's scorn—the Heathen's mirth—</span><br /> +Content to live the lingering jest<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And by-word of a mocking Earth?</span><br /> +Shall our own glorious land retain<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That curse which Europe scorns to bear?</span><br /> +Shall our own brethren drag the chain<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which not even Russia's menials wear?</span><br /> +<br /> +Down let the shrine of Moloch sink,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And leave no traces where it stood;</span><br /> +No longer let its idol drink<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His daily cup of human blood:</span><br /> +But rear another altar there,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To Truth, and Love, and Mercy given,</span><br /> +And Freedom's gift, and Freedom's prayer,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall call an answer down from Heaven!</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="Myron_Holley" id="Myron_Holley"></a>Myron Holley.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>BY W.H. BURLEIGH.</b></p> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<br /> +Yes—fame is his:—but not the fame<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For which the conqueror pants and strives,</span><br /> +Whose path is tracked through blood and flame,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And over countless human lives!</span><br /> +His name no armed battalions hail<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With bugle shriek or thundering gun,—</span><br /> +No widows curse him, as they wail<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For slaughtered husband and for son.</span><br /> +<br /> +Amid the moral strife alone,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He battled fearlessly and long,</span><br /> +And poured, with clear, untrembling tone,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rebuke upon the hosts of Wrong—</span><br /> +To break Oppression's cruel rod,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He dared the perils of the fight,</span><br /> +And in the name of <span class="smcap">Freedom's God</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Struck boldly for the <span class="smcap">True</span> and <span class="smcap">Right</span>!</span><br /> +<br /> +With faith, whose eye was never dim,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The triumph, yet afar, he saw,</span><br /> +When, bonds smote off from soul and limb,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And freed alike by Love and Law,</span><br /> +The slave—no more a slave—shall stand<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Erect—and loud, from sea to sea,</span><br /> +Exultant burst o'er all the land<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The glorious song of jubilee!</span><br /> +<br /> +Why should we mourn, thy labor done,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That thou art called to thy reward;</span><br /> +Rest, Freedom's war-worn champion!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rest, faithful soldier of the <span class="smcap">Lord</span>!</span><br /> +For oh, not vainly hast thou striven,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Through storm, and gloom, and deepest night—</span><br /> +Not vainly hath thy life been given<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For <span class="smcap">God</span>, for <span class="smcap">Freedom</span>, and for <span class="smcap">Right</span>.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="VOICE_OF_NEW_ENGLAND_AGAINST_SLAVERY" id="VOICE_OF_NEW_ENGLAND_AGAINST_SLAVERY"></a>VOICE OF NEW ENGLAND AGAINST SLAVERY.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by Whittier. Music by G.W.C.</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/voicenewengland.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/voicenewengland.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/voicenewengland.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/voice1.png" width="497" height="731" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/voice2.png" width="507" height="245" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Up the hill side, down the glen,<br /> +Rouse the sleeping citizen;<br /> +Summon out the might of men!<br /> +Like a lion growling low,<br /> +Like a nightstorm rising slow,<br /> +Like the tread of unseen foe.<br /> +<br /> +It is coming—it is nigh!<br /> +Stand your homes and altars by;<br /> +On your own free threshholds die.<br /> +Clang the bells in all your spires;<br /> +On the gray hills of your sires<br /> +Fling to heaven your signal fires.<br /> +<br /> +Whoso shrinks or falters now,<br /> +Whoso to the yoke would bow,<br /> +Brand the craven on his brow.<br /> +Freedom's soil hath only place<br /> +For a free and fearless race—<br /> +None for traitors false and base.<br /> +<br /> +Take your land of sun and bloom;<br /> +Only leave to Freedom room<br /> +For her plough, and forge, and loom.<br /> +Take your slavery-blackened vales;<br /> +Leave us but our own free gales,<br /> +Blowing on our thousand sails.<br /> +<br /> +Onward with your fell design;<br /> +Dig the gulf and draw the line;<br /> +Fire beneath your feet the mine:<br /> +Deeply, when the wide abyss<br /> +Yawns between your land and this,<br /> +Shall ye feel your helplessness.<br /> +<br /> +By the hearth, and in the bed,<br /> +Shaken by a look or tread,<br /> +Ye shall own a guilty dread.<br /> +And the curse of unpaid toil,<br /> +Downward through your generous soil,<br /> +Like a fire shall burn and spoil.<br /> +<br /> +Our bleak hills shall bud and blow,<br /> +Vines our rocks shall overgrow,<br /> +Plenty in our valleys flow;—<br /> +And when vengeance clouds your skies,<br /> +Hither shall ye turn your eyes,<br /> +As the damned on Paradise!<br /> +<br /> +We but ask our rocky strand,<br /> +Freedom's true and brother band,<br /> +Freedom's strong and honest hand,<br /> +Valleys by the slave untrod,<br /> +And the Pilgrim's mountain sod,<br /> +Blessed of our fathers' God!<br /> +</p> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="THE_CLARION_OF_FREEDOM" id="THE_CLARION_OF_FREEDOM"></a>THE CLARION OF FREEDOM.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words from the Emancipator. Music "The Chariot."</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/clarion.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/clarion.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/clarion.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/clarion1.png" width="507" height="737" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/clarion2.png" width="500" height="194" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<br /> +The clarion—the clarion of Freedom now sounds,<br /> +From the east to the west Independence resounds;<br /> +From the hills, and the streams, and the far distant skies,<br /> +Let the shout Independence from Slav'ry arise.<br /> +<br /> +The army—the army have taken the field,<br /> +And the Liberty hosts never, never will yield;<br /> +By free principles strengthened, each bosom now glows,<br /> +And with ardor immortal the struggle they close.<br /> +<br /> +The armor, the armor that girds every breast,<br /> +Is the hope of deliverance for millions oppressed;<br /> +O'er the tears, and the sighs, and the wrongs of the slave,<br /> +See the white flag of freedom triumphantly wave.<br /> +<br /> +The conflict—the conflict will shortly be o'er,<br /> +And the demon of slavery shall rule us no more;<br /> +And the laurels of victory shall surely reward<br /> +The heroes immortal who've conquered for God.<br /> +</p> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="STRIKE_FOR_LIBERTY" id="STRIKE_FOR_LIBERTY"></a>STRIKE FOR LIBERTY.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words from the Christian Freeman. Air, "Scots wha hae."</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/strike.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/strike.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/strike.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/strike1.png" width="507" height="737" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/strike2.png" width="503" height="177" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Sons of Freedom's honored sires,<br /> +Light anew your beacon fires,<br /> +Fight till every foe retires<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">From your hallowed soil.</span><br /> +Sons of Pilgrim Fathers blest,<br /> +Pilgrim Mothers gone to rest,<br /> +Listen to their high behest,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Strike for Liberty.</span><br /> +<br /> +Ministers of God to men,<br /> +Heed ye not the nation's sin?<br /> +Heaven's blessing can ye win<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">If ye falter now?</span><br /> +Men of blood now ask your vote,<br /> +O'er your heads their banners float;<br /> +Raise, Oh raise the warning note,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">God and duty call!</span><br /> +<br /> +Men of justice, bold and brave,<br /> +To the ballot-box and save<br /> +Freedom from her opening grave—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Onward! brothers, on!</span><br /> +Christian patriots, tried and true,<br /> +Freedom's eyes now turn to you;<br /> +Foes are many—are ye few?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Gideon's God is yours!</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="On_to_Victory" id="On_to_Victory"></a>On to Victory.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>BY REV. MRS. MARTYN.</b></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Children of the glorious dead,<br /> +Who for freedom fought and bled,<br /> +With her banner o'er you spread,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">On to victory.</span><br /> +Not for stern ambition's prize,<br /> +Do our hopes and wishes rise;<br /> +Lo, our leader from the skies,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Bids us do or die.</span><br /> +<br /> +Ours is not the tented field—<br /> +We no earthly weapons wield—<br /> +Light and love, our sword and shield,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Truth our panoply.</span><br /> +This is proud oppression's hour;<br /> +Storms are round us; shall we cower?<br /> +While beneath a despot's power<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Groans the suffering slave?</span><br /> +<br /> +While on every southern gale,<br /> +Comes the helpless captive's tale,<br /> +And the voice of woman's wail,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And of man's despair?</span><br /> +While our homes and rights are dear,<br /> +Guarded still with watchful fear,<br /> +Shall we coldly turn our ear<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">From the suppliant's prayer?</span><br /> +<br /> +Never! by our Country's shame—<br /> +Never! by a Saviour's claim,<br /> +To the men of every name,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Whom he died to save.</span><br /> +Onward, then, ye fearless band—<br /> +Heart to heart, and hand to hand;<br /> +Yours shall be the patriot's stand—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Or the martyr's grave.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="THE_MAN_FOR_ME" id="THE_MAN_FOR_ME"></a>THE MAN FOR ME.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Parody by J.N.T. Tucker. Air, "The Rose that all are praising."</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/themanforme.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/themanforme.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/themanforme.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/manforme1.png" width="498" height="729" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/manforme2.png" width="508" height="341" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Oh, he is not the man for me,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who buys or sells a slave,</span><br /> +Nor he who will not set him free,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But sends him to his grave;</span><br /> +But he whose noble heart beats warm<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For all men's life and liberty;</span><br /> +Who loves alike each human form—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh that's the man for me,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh that's the man for me,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh that's the man for me.</span><br /> +<br /> +He's not at all the man for me,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who sells a man for gain,</span><br /> +Who bends the pliant servile knee,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To Slavery's God of shame!</span><br /> +But he whose God-like form erect<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Proclaims that all alike are free</span><br /> +To think, and speak, and vote, and act,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh that's the man for me.</span><br /> +<br /> +He sure is not the man for me<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whose spirit will succumb,</span><br /> +When men endowed with Liberty<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lie bleeding, bound and dumb;</span><br /> +But he whose faithful words of might<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ring through the land from shore to sea,</span><br /> +For man's eternal equal right,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh that's the man for me.</span><br /> +<br /> +No, no, he's not the man for me<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whose voice o'er hill and plain,</span><br /> +Breaks forth for glorious liberty,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But binds himself, the chain!</span><br /> +The mightiest of the noble band<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who prays and toils the world to free,</span><br /> +With head, and heart, and voice, and vote—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh that's the man for me.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="PILGRIM_SONG" id="PILGRIM_SONG"></a>PILGRIM SONG.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by Geo. Lunt. Air "Troubadour."</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/pilgrimsong.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/pilgrimsong.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/pilgrimsong.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/pilgrimsong.png" width="503" height="560" alt="music" /></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Over the mountain wave<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">See where they come;</span><br /> +Storm-cloud and wintry wind<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Welcome them home;</span><br /> +Yet where the sounding gale<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Howls to the sea,</span><br /> +There their song peals along,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Deep toned and free.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Pilgrims and wanderers,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Hither we come;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Where the free dare to be,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">This is our home.</span><br /> +<br /> +England hath sunny dales,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dearly they bloom;</span><br /> +Scotia hath heather-hills,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sweet their perfume:</span><br /> +Yet through the wilderness<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Cheerful we stray,</span><br /> +Native land, native land—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Home far away!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Pilgrims, <abbr title="et cetera">&c.</abbr></span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span>Dim grew the forest path,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Onward they trod:</span><br /> +Firm beat their noble hearts,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Trusting in God!</span><br /> +Gray men and blooming maids,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">High rose their song—</span><br /> +Hear it sweep, clear and deep<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ever along!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Pilgrims, <abbr title="et cetera">&c.</abbr></span><br /> +<br /> +Not theirs the glory-wreath,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Torn by the blast;</span><br /> +Heavenward their holy steps,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Heavenward they passed!</span><br /> +Green be their mossy graves!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ours be their fame,</span><br /> +While their song peals along,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ever the same!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Pilgrims, <abbr title="et cetera">&c.</abbr></span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="The_Bondman" id="The_Bondman"></a>The Bondman.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>FROM THE LIBERATOR.</b></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Feebly the bondman toiled,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sadly he wept—</span><br /> +Then to his wretched cot<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Mournfully crept:</span><br /> +How doth his free-born soul<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pine 'neath his chain!</span><br /> +Slavery! Slavery!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dark is thy reign.</span><br /> +<br /> +Long ere the break of day,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Roused from repose,</span><br /> +Wearily toiling<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till after its close—</span><br /> +Praying for freedom,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He spends his last breath:</span><br /> +Liberty! Liberty!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Give me, or death.</span><br /> +<br /> +When, when, oh Lord! will right<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Triumph o'er wrong?</span><br /> +Tyrants oppress the weak,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh Lord! how long?</span><br /> +Hark! hark! a peal resounds<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From shore to shore—</span><br /> +Tyranny! Tyranny!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thy reign is o'er.</span><br /> +<br /> +E'en now the morning<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gleams from the East—</span><br /> +Despots are feeling<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their triumph is past—</span><br /> +Strong hearts are answering<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To freedom's loud call—</span><br /> +Liberty! Liberty!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Full and for all.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="FOURTH_OF_JULY" id="FOURTH_OF_JULY"></a>FOURTH OF JULY.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by Mrs. Sigourney. Music by G.W.C.</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/4thJuly.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/4thJuly.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/4thJuly.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/fourth.png" width="500" height="725" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +We have a goodly clime,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Broad vales and streams we boast;</span><br /> +Our mountain frontiers frown sublime,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Old Ocean guards our coast.</span><br /> +<br /> +Suns bless our harvests fair,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With fervid smile serene,</span><br /> +But a dark shade is gathering there,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What can its blackness mean?</span><br /> +<br /> +We have a birth-right proud,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For our young sons to claim—</span><br /> +An eagle soaring o'er the cloud,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In freedom and in fame.</span><br /> +<br /> +We have a scutcheon bright,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">By our dead fathers bought;</span><br /> +A fearful blot distains its white—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who hath such evil wrought?</span><br /> +<br /> +Our banner o'er the sea<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Looks forth with starry eye,</span><br /> +Emblazoned glorious, bold and free,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A letter on the sky—</span><br /> +<br /> +What hand with shameful stain,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hath marred its heavenly blue?</span><br /> +The yoke, the fasces, and the chain,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Say, are these emblems true?</span><br /> +<br /> +This day doth music rare<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Swell through our nation's bound,</span><br /> +But Afric's wailing mingles there,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Heaven doth hear the sound.</span><br /> +<br /> +O God of power! we turn<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In penitence to thee,</span><br /> +Bid our loved land the lesson learn—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To bid the slave be free.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="YE_SPIRITS_OF_THE_FREE" id="YE_SPIRITS_OF_THE_FREE"></a>YE SPIRITS OF THE FREE.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Air—"My faith looks up to thee."</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/yespirits.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/yespirits.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/yespirits.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/yespirits.png" width="500" height="757" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Ye spirits of the free,<br /> +Can ye for ever see<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your brother man</span><br /> +A yoked and scourged slave,<br /> +Chains dragging to his grave,<br /> +And raise no hand to save?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Say if you can.</span><br /> +<br /> +In pride and pomp to roll,<br /> +Shall tyrants from the soul<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">God's image tear,</span><br /> +And call the wreck their own,—<br /> +While from th' eternal throne,<br /> +They shut the stifled groan,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And bitter prayer?</span><br /> +<br /> +Shall he a slave be bound,<br /> +Whom God hath doubly crowned<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Creation's lord?</span><br /> +Shall men of Christian name,<br /> +Without a blush of shame,<br /> +Profess their tyrant claim<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From God's own word?</span><br /> +<br /> +No! at the battle cry,<br /> +A host prepared to die,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall arm for fight—</span><br /> +But not with martial steel,<br /> +Grasped with a murderous zeal;<br /> +No arms their foes shall feel,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But love and light.</span><br /> +<br /> +Firm on Jehovah's laws,<br /> +Strong in their righteous cause,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They march to save.</span><br /> +And vain the tyrant's mail,<br /> +Against their battle-hail,<br /> +Till cease the woe and wail<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of tortured slave!</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="Sing_Me_a_Triumph_Song" id="Sing_Me_a_Triumph_Song"></a>Sing Me a Triumph Song.</h2> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Sing me a triumph song,<br /> +Roll the glad notes along,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Great God, to thee!</span><br /> +Thine be the glory bright,<br /> +Source of all power and might!<br /> +For thou hast said, in might,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Man shall be free.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sing me a triumph song,<br /> +Let all the sound prolong,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Air, earth, and sea,</span><br /> +Down falls the tyrant's power,<br /> +See his dread minions cower;<br /> +Now, from this glorious hour,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Man will be free.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sing me a triumph song,<br /> +Sing in the mighty throng,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sing Jubilee!</span><br /> +Let the broad welkin ring,<br /> +While to heaven's mighty King,<br /> +Honor and praise we sing,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For man is free.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="WAKE_SONS_OF_THE_PILGRIMS" id="WAKE_SONS_OF_THE_PILGRIMS"></a>WAKE, SONS OF THE PILGRIMS.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Air—"M'Gregor's Gathering."</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/wakesons.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/wakesons.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/wakesons.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/wakesons1.png" width="490" height="741" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/wakesons2.png" width="490" height="421" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<br /> +Wake, sons of the Pilgrims, and look to your right!<br /> +The despots of Slav'ry are up in their might:<br /> +Indulge not in sleep, it's like digging the graves<br /> +Of blood-purchased freedom—'tis yielding like slaves.<br /> +Then halloo, halloo, halloo to the contest,<br /> +Awake from your slumbers, no longer delay,<br /> +But struggle for freedom, while struggle you may—<br /> +Then rally, rally, rally, rally, rally, rally,<br /> +While our forests shall wave or while rushes a river,<br /> +Oh, yield not your birth-right! maintain it for ever!<br /> +<br /> +Wake, Sons of the Pilgrims! why slumber ye on?<br /> +Your chains are now forging, your fetters are done;<br /> +Oh! sleep not, like Samson, on Slavery's foul arm,<br /> +For, Delilah-like, she's now planning your harm.<br /> +Then halloo, halloo, halloo, to the contest!<br /> +Awake from your sleeping—nor slumber again,<br /> +Once bound in your fetters, you'll struggle in vain;<br /> +While your eye-balls may move, O wake up now, or never—<br /> +Wake, freemen! awake, or you're ruined forever!<br /> +<br /> +Yes, freemen are waking! we fling to the breeze,<br /> +The bright flag of freedom, the banner of Peace;<br /> +The slave long forgotten, forlorn, and alone,<br /> +We hail as a brother—our own mother's son!<br /> +Then halloo, halloo, halloo, to the contest!<br /> +For freedom we rally—for freedom to all—<br /> +To rescue the slave, and ourselves too from thrall.<br /> +We rally, rally, rally, rally, rally, rally—<br /> +While a slave shall remain, bound, the weak by the stronger,<br /> +We will never disband, but strive harder and longer.<br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="OUR_COUNTRYMEN_ARE_DYING" id="OUR_COUNTRYMEN_ARE_DYING"></a>OUR COUNTRYMEN ARE DYING.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by C.W. Dennison. Tune—"From Greenland's Icy Mountains."</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/ourcountrymenaredying.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/ourcountrymenaredying.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/ourcountrymenaredying.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/ourcountrymendying1.png" width="503" height="735" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/ourcountrymendying2.png" width="503" height="162" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Our countrymen are dying<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Beneath their cankering chains,</span><br /> +Full many a heart is sighing,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where nought but slav'ry reigns;</span><br /> +No note of joy and gladness,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">No voice with freedom's lay,</span><br /> +Fall on them in their sadness,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To wipe those tears away.</span><br /> +<br /> +Where proud Potomac dashes<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Along its northern strand,</span><br /> +Where Rappahannock lashes<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Virginia's sparkling sand;</span><br /> +Where Eutaw, famed in story,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Flows swift to Santee's stream,</span><br /> +There, there in grief and gory,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The pining slave is seen!</span><br /> +<br /> +And shall New England's daughters,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Descendants of the free,</span><br /> +Beside whose far-famed waters<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is heard sweet minstrelsy—</span><br /> +Shall they, when hearts are breaking,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And woman weeps in woe,</span><br /> +Shall they, all listless waiting,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">No hearts of pity show.</span><br /> +<br /> +No! let the shout for freedom<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ring out a certain peal,</span><br /> +Let sire and youthful maiden,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">All who have hearts to feel,</span><br /> +Awake! and with the blessing<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of Him who came to save,</span><br /> +A holy, peaceful triumph,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall greet the kneeling slave!</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="We_ask_not_Martial_Glory" id="We_ask_not_Martial_Glory"></a>We ask not Martial Glory.</h2> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +We ask not "martial glory,"<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor "battles bravely won;"</span><br /> +We tell no boastful story<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To laud our "favorite son;"</span><br /> +We do not seek to gather<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From glory's field of blood,</span><br /> +The laurels of the warrior,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Steeped in the crimson flood—</span><br /> +<br /> +But we can boast that Birney<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Holds not the tyrant's rod,</span><br /> +Nor binds in chains and fetters,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The image of his God;</span><br /> +No vassal, at his bidding,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is doomed the lash to feel;</span><br /> +No menial crouches near him,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">No Charley's<a name="Anchor_3_3" id="Anchor_3_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_3" class="fnanchor" title="Go to footnote.">[3]</a> at his heel.</span><br /> +<br /> +His heart is free from murder,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His hand without its stain;</span><br /> +His head and heart united,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To loose the bondman's chain:</span><br /> +His deeds of noble daring,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall make the tyrant cower;</span><br /> +Oppression flees before him,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With all its boasted power.</span><br /> +<br /> +Soon shall the voice of freedom,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O'er earth its echoes roll—</span><br /> +And earth's rejoicing millions<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Be free, from pole to pole.</span><br /> +Then rally round your leader,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ye friends of liberty;</span><br /> +And let the shout for Birney,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ring out o'er land and sea.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="COME_JOIN_THE_ABOLITIONISTS" id="COME_JOIN_THE_ABOLITIONISTS"></a>COME, JOIN THE ABOLITIONISTS.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Air—"When I can read my title clear."</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/comejoin.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/comejoin.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/comejoin.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/comejoin1.png" width="503" height="770" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/comejoin2.png" width="505" height="785" alt="music continued" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/comejoin3.png" width="502" height="581" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Come, join the Abolitionists,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ye young men bold and strong,</span><br /> +And with a warm and cheerful zeal,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Come, help the cause along:</span><br /> +Come help the cause along,<br /> +Come help the cause along;<br /> +And with a warm and cheerful zeal,<br /> +Come, help the cause along.<br /> +Oh that will be joyful, joyful, joyful,<br /> +Oh that will be joyful,<br /> +When Slav'ry is no more,<br /> +When Slav'ry is no more,<br /> +When Slav'ry is no more:<br /> +'Tis then we'll sing, and off'rings bring,<br /> +When Slav'ry is no more.<br /> +<br /> +Come, join the Abolitionists,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ye men of riper years,</span><br /> +And save your wives and children dear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From grief and bitter tears:</span><br /> +From grief and bitter tears,<br /> +From grief and bitter tears;<br /> +And save your wives and children dear,<br /> +From grief and bitter tears.<br /> +Oh that will be joyful, joyful, joyful,<br /> +Oh that will be joyful,<br /> +When Slav'ry is no more,<br /> +When Slav'ry is no more,<br /> +When Slav'ry is no more:<br /> +'Tis then we'll sing, and off'rings bring,<br /> +When Slav'ry is no more.<br /> +<br /> +Come join the Abolitionists,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ye dames and maidens fair;</span><br /> +And breathe around us in our path,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Affection's hallowed air.</span><br /> +O that will be joyful, joyful, joyful,<br /> +O that will be joyful,<br /> +When woman cheers us on,<br /> +When woman cheers us on,<br /> +When woman cheers us on,<br /> +To conquests not yet won;<br /> +'Tis then we'll sing, and offerings bring,<br /> +When woman cheers us on.<br /> +<br /> +Come, join the Abolitionists,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ye sons and daughters all;</span><br /> +Of this our own America,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Come at the friendly call.</span><br /> +O that will be joyful, joyful,<br /> +O that will be joyful,<br /> +When all shall proudly say,<br /> +This, this is Freedom's day,<br /> +Oppression flee away!<br /> +'Tis then we'll sing and offerings bring,<br /> +When Freedom wins the day.<br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="WE_ARE_COME_ALL_COME" id="WE_ARE_COME_ALL_COME"></a>WE ARE COME, ALL COME.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>By G.W.C.</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/wearecome.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/wearecome.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/wearecome.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/wearecome.png" width="505" height="541" alt="music" /></p> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<br /> +We are come, all come, with the crowded throng,<br /> +To join our notes in a plaintive song;<br /> +For the bond man sighs, and the scalding tear<br /> +Runs down his cheek while we mingle here.<br /> +<br /> +We are come, all come, with a hallowed vow,<br /> +At the shrine of slavery never to bow,<br /> +For the despot's reign o'er hill and plain,<br /> +Spreads grief and woe in his horrid train.<br /> +<br /> +We are come, all come, a determined band,<br /> +To rescue the slave from the tyrant's hand;<br /> +And our prayers shall ascend with our songs to Him<br /> +Who sits in the midst of the cherubim.<br /> +<br /> +We are come, all come, in the strength of youth,<br /> +In the light of hope and the power of truth;<br /> +And we joy to see in our ranks to-day,<br /> +The honored locks of the good and grey.<br /> +<br /> +We are come, all come, in our holy might,<br /> +And freedom's foes shall be put to flight;<br /> +Oh God! with favoring smiles from thee,<br /> +Our songs shall soon chant the victory.<br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="THE_LAW_OF_LOVE" id="THE_LAW_OF_LOVE"></a>THE LAW OF LOVE.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by a Lady. Music by G.W.C.</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/lawoflove.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/lawoflove.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/lawoflove.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/lawoflove1.png" width="507" height="770" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/lawoflove2.png" width="509" height="251" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Blest is the man whose tender heart<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Feels all another's pain,</span><br /> +To whom the supplicating eye<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was never raised in vain,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was never raised in vain.</span><br /> +<br /> +Whose breast expands with generous warmth,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A stranger's woe to feel,</span><br /> +And bleeds in pity o'er the wound,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He wants the power to heal,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He wants the power to heal.</span><br /> +<br /> +He spreads his kind supporting arms,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To every child of grief;</span><br /> +His secret bounty largely flows,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And brings unasked relief.</span><br /> +<br /> +To gentle offices of love<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His feet are never slow;</span><br /> +He views, through mercy's melting eye,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A brother in his foe.</span><br /> +<br /> +To him protection shall be shown,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And mercy from above</span><br /> +Descend on those, who thus fulfil<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The perfect law of love.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="Oh_Charity" id="Oh_Charity"></a>Oh! Charity!</h2> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Oh charity! thou heavenly grace,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">All tender, soft, and kind,</span><br /> +A friend to all the human race,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To all that's good inclined.</span><br /> +<br /> +The man of charity extends<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To all his helping hand;</span><br /> +His kindred, neighbors, foes, and friends,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His pity may command.</span><br /> +<br /> +The sick, the prisoner, deaf, and blind,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And all the sons of grief,</span><br /> +In him a benefactor find;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He loves to give relief.</span><br /> +<br /> +'Tis love that makes religion sweet<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'Tis love that makes us rise;</span><br /> +With willing minds, and ardent feet,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To yonder happy skies.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="THE_MERCY_SEAT" id="THE_MERCY_SEAT"></a>THE MERCY SEAT.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by Mrs. Sigourney. Music by G.W.C.</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/mercyseat.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/mercyseat.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/mercyseat.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/mercy1.png" width="505" height="766" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/mercy2.png" width="503" height="257" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<br /> +From every stormy wind that blows,<br /> +From every swelling tide of woes,<br /> +There is a calm, a sure retreat—<br /> +Our refuge is the Mercy-seat.<br /> +<br /> +There is a place where Jesus sheds<br /> +The oil of gladness on our heads,<br /> +A place than all beside more sweet—<br /> +We seek the blood-bought Mercy-seat.<br /> +<br /> +There is a spot where spirits blend,<br /> +Where friend holds fellowship with friend;<br /> +Though sundered far, by faith we meet,<br /> +Around one common Mercy-Seat.<br /> +<br /> +Ah! whither could we flee for aid,<br /> +When hunted, scourged, oppressed, dismayed,—<br /> +Or how our bloody foes defeat,<br /> +Had suffering slaves no Mercy-Seat!<br /> +<br /> +Oh! let these hands forget their skill,<br /> +These tongues be silent, cold, and still,<br /> +These throbbing hearts forget to beat,<br /> +If we forget the Mercy-Seat.<br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="Friend_of_the_Friendless" id="Friend_of_the_Friendless"></a>Friend of the Friendless.</h2> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +God of my life! to thee I call,<br /> +Afflicted at thy feet I fall;<br /> +When the great water-floods prevail,<br /> +Leave not my trembling heart to fail.<br /> +<br /> +Friend of the friendless and the faint!<br /> +Where should I lodge my deep complaint?<br /> +Where but with thee, whose open door<br /> +Invites the helpless and the poor?<br /> +<br /> +Did ever mourner plead with thee,<br /> +And thou refuse that mourner's plea?<br /> +Does not thy word still fixed remain,<br /> +That none shall seek thy face in vain?<br /> +<br /> +Poor though I am, despised, forgot,<br /> +Yet God, my God forgets me not;<br /> +And he is safe, he must succeed,<br /> +For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead.<br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="WAKE_YE_NUMBERS" id="WAKE_YE_NUMBERS"></a>WAKE YE NUMBERS!</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by Lewis. Air, "Strike the Cymbals."</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/wakeyenumbers.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/wakeyenumbers.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/wakeyenumbers.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/wakeye1.png" width="497" height="725" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/wakeye2.png" width="512" height="783" alt="music continued" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/wakeye3.png" width="504" height="792" alt="music continued" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/wakeye4.png" width="505" height="161" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<br /> +Wake ye numbers! from your slumbers<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hear the song of freedom pour!</span><br /> +By its shaking, fiercely breaking,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Every chain upon our shore.</span><br /> +Flags are waving, all tyrants braving,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Proudly, freely, o'er our plains;</span><br /> +Let no minions check our pinions,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">While a single grief remains.</span><br /> +Proud oblations, thou Queen of nations!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Have been poured upon they waters;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Afric's bleeding sons and daughters,</span><br /> +Now before us, loud implore us,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Looking to Jehovah's throne,</span><br /> +Chains are wearing, hearts despairing,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Will ye hear a nation's moan?</span><br /> +Soothe their sorrow, ere the morrow<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Change their aching hearts to stone:</span><br /> +Then the light of nature's smile<br /> +Freedom's realm shall bless the while;<br /> +And the pleasure mercy brings<br /> +Flow from all her latent springs;<br /> +Delight shall spread, shall spread her shining wings,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Rejoicing, Rejoicing, Rejoicing.</span><br /> +<br /> +Daily, nightly, burning brightly,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Glory's pillar fills the air;</span><br /> +Hearts are waking, chains are breaking,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Freedom bids her sons prepare:</span><br /> +O'er the ocean, in proud devotion,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Incense rises to the skies;</span><br /> +From our mountains, o'er our fountains,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">See, our Eagle proudly flies!</span><br /> +What deploring impedes his soaring?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Millions still in bondage sighing!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Long in deep oppression lying!</span><br /> +Shall their story mar our glory?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Must their life in sorrow flow?</span><br /> +Tears are falling! fetters galling!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Listen to the cry of woe!</span><br /> +Still oppressing! never blessing!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall their grief no ending know?</span><br /> +Yes! our nation yet shall feel;<br /> +Time shall break the chain of steel;<br /> +Then the slave shall nobly stand;<br /> +Peace shall smile with lustre bland;<br /> +Glory shall crown our happy land—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Forever.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="COMFORT_FOR_THE_BONDMAN" id="COMFORT_FOR_THE_BONDMAN"></a>COMFORT FOR THE BONDMAN.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Air—"Indian Philosopher."</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/comfortbondman.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/comfortbondman.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/comfortbondman.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/comfortbondman.png" width="508" height="732" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Come on, my partners in distress,<br /> +My comrades in this wilderness,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who groan beneath your chains;</span><br /> +A while forget your griefs and fears,<br /> +And look beyond this vale of tears,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To yon celestial plains.</span><br /> +<br /> +Beyond the bounds of time and space,<br /> +Look forward to that heavenly place,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which mortals never trod;</span><br /> +On faith's strong eagle pinions rise,<br /> +Work out your passage to the skies,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And scale the mount of God.</span><br /> +<br /> +If, like our Lord, we suffer here,<br /> +We shall before his face appear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And at his side sit down;</span><br /> +To patient faith the prize is sure,<br /> +For all who to the end endure<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall wear a glorious crown.</span><br /> +<br /> +Thrice blessed, exalted, blissful hope!<br /> +It lifts our fainting spirits up,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It brings to life the dead;</span><br /> +Our bondage here will soon be past,<br /> +Then we shall rise and reign at last,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Triumphant with our Head.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="Come_and_see_the_Works_of_God" id="Come_and_see_the_Works_of_God"></a>Come and see the Works of God.</h2> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Lift up to God the shout of joy,<br /> +Let all the earth its powers employ,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To sound his glorious praise;</span><br /> +Say, unto God—"How great art thou!<br /> +Thy foes before thy presence bow!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">How gracious are thy ways!</span><br /> +<br /> +"To thee all lands their homage bring,<br /> +They raise the song, they shout, they sing<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The honors of thy name."</span><br /> +Come! see the wondrous works of God;<br /> +How dreadful is his vengeful rod!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">How wide extends his fame!</span><br /> +<br /> +He made a highway through the sea,<br /> +His people, long-enslaved, to free,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And give them Canaan's land;</span><br /> +Through endless years his reign extends,<br /> +His piercing eye to earth he bends—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ye despots! fear his hand.</span><br /> +<br /> +O! bless our God, lift up your voice<br /> +Ye people! sing aloud—rejoice—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His mighty praise declare;</span><br /> +The Lord hath made our bondage cease,<br /> +Broke off our chains, brought sure release,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And turned to praise our prayer.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="HARK_A_VOICE_FROM_HEAVEN" id="HARK_A_VOICE_FROM_HEAVEN"></a>HARK! A VOICE FROM HEAVEN.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by Oliver Johnson. Music—"Zion."</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/harkavoice.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/harkavoice.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/harkavoice.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/harkavoice1.png" width="502" height="731" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/harkavoice2.png" width="502" height="160" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Hark! a voice from heaven proclaiming,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Comfort to the mourning slave;</span><br /> +God has heard him long complaining,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And extends his arm to save;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Proud oppression</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Soon shall find a shameful grave;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Proud oppression,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Soon shall find a shameful end.</span><br /> +<br /> +See, the light of truth is breaking<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Full and clear on every hand;</span><br /> +And the voice of mercy speaking,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now is heard through all the land:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Firm and fearless,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">See the friends of freedom stand.</span><br /> +<br /> +Lo! the nation is arousing<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From its slumber long and deep;</span><br /> +And the friends of God are waking,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Never, never more to sleep,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">While a bondman,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In his chains remains to weep.</span><br /> +<br /> +Long, too long, have we been dreaming<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O'er our country's sin and shame:</span><br /> +Let us now, the time redeeming,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Press the helpless captive's claim—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Till exulting,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He shall cast aside his chain.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="THE_PLEASANT_LAND_WE_LOVE" id="THE_PLEASANT_LAND_WE_LOVE"></a>THE PLEASANT LAND WE LOVE.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by N.P. Willis. Air, Carrier Dove.</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/pleasantland.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/pleasantland.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/pleasantland.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/pleasant1.png" width="504" height="762" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/pleasant2.png" width="506" height="785" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Joy to the pleasant land we love,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The land our fathers trod!</span><br /> +Joy to the land for which they won<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Freedom to worship God."</span><br /> +For peace on all its sunny hills,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">On every mountain broods,</span><br /> +And sleeps by all its gushing rills,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And all its mighty floods.</span><br /> +<br /> +The wife sits meekly by the hearth,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her infant child beside;</span><br /> +The father on his noble boy<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Looks with a fearless pride.</span><br /> +The grey old man, beneath the tree,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Tales of his childhood tells;</span><br /> +And sweetly in the hush of morn<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Peal out the Sabbath bells.</span><br /> +<br /> +And we <span class="smcap">are</span> free—but is there not<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">One blot upon our name?</span><br /> +Is our proud record written fair<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upon the scroll of fame?</span><br /> +Our banner floateth by the shore,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our flag upon the sea;</span><br /> +But when the fettered slave is loosed,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We shall be truly free!</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="The_Freed_Slave" id="The_Freed_Slave"></a>The Freed Slave.</h2> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Yet once again, once more again,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My bark bounds o'er the wave;</span><br /> +They know not, who ne'er clanked the chain,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What 'tis to be a slave:</span><br /> +To sit alone, beside the wood,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And gaze upon the sky:</span><br /> +This may, indeed, be solitude,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But 'tis not slavery.</span><br /> +<br /> +Fatigued with labor's noontide task,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To sigh in vain for sleep;</span><br /> +Or faintly smile, our griefs to mask,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When 't would be joy to weep;</span><br /> +To court the shade of leafy bower,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thirst for the freedom wave,</span><br /> +But to obtain denied the power—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">This is to be a slave!</span><br /> +<br /> +Son of the sword! on honor's field<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'Tis thine to find a grave;</span><br /> +Yet, when from life's worst ill 'twould shield,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It comes not to the slave.</span><br /> +The lightsome to the heavy heart,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The laugh changed to the sigh;</span><br /> +To live from all we love apart—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh! this is slavery.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="The_Liberty_Flag" id="The_Liberty_Flag"></a>The Liberty Flag.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>ALTERED FROM J.H. AIKMAN.</b></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Fling abroad its folds to the cooling breeze,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Let it float at the mast-head high;</span><br /> +And gather around, all hearts resolved,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To sustain it there or die:</span><br /> +An emblem of peace and hope to the world,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unstained let it ever be;</span><br /> +And say to the world, where'er it waves,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our flag is the flag of the free!</span><br /> +<br /> +That banner proclaims to the list'ning earth,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That the reign of base tyrants is o'er,</span><br /> +The galling chain of the cruel lord,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall enslave mankind no more:</span><br /> +An emblem of hope to the poor and crushed,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O place it where all may see;</span><br /> +And shout with glad voice as you raise it high,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our flag is the flag of the free!</span><br /> +<br /> +Then on high, on high let that banner wave,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And lead us the foe to meet,</span><br /> +Let it float in triumph o'er our heads,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or be our winding sheet;</span><br /> +And never, oh, never be it furled,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'Till it wave o'er earth and sea;</span><br /> +And all mankind shall swell the shout<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our flag is the flag of the free.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="MARCH_TO_THE_BATTLEFIELD" id="MARCH_TO_THE_BATTLEFIELD"></a>MARCH TO THE BATTLEFIELD.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Parody by G.W.C. Air "Oft in the stilly night."</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/marchtothebattlefield.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/marchtothebattlefield.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/marchtothebattlefield.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/march1.png" width="507" height="740" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/march2.png" width="503" height="778" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +March to the battlefield,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The foe is now before us;</span><br /> +Each heart is freedom's shield,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And heaven is smiling o'er us.</span><br /> +The woes and pains of slavery's chains,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That bind three millions under;</span><br /> +In proud disdain we'll burst their chain,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And tear each link asunder.</span><br /> +<br /> +Who for his country brave,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Would fly from her invader?</span><br /> +Who his base life to save<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Would traitor like degrade her?</span><br /> +Our hallowed cause—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our homes and laws,</span><br /> +'Gainst tyrant hosts sustaining,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We'll win a crown of bright renown,</span><br /> +Or die, man's rights maintaining,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">March to the battlefield, <abbr title="et cetera">&c.</abbr></span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="Oft_in_the_Chilly_Night" id="Oft_in_the_Chilly_Night"></a>Oft in the Chilly Night.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>BY PIERPONT.</b></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Oft in the chilly night,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ere slumber's chain has bound me,</span><br /> +When all her silvery light<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The moon is pouring round me,</span><br /> +Beneath its ray I kneel and pray<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That God would give some token</span><br /> +That slavery's chains on Southern plains,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall all ere long be broken:</span><br /> +Yes, in the chilly night,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Though slavery's chain has bound me,</span><br /> +Kneel I, and feel the might<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of God's right arm around me.</span><br /> +<br /> +When at the driver's call,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In cold or sultry weather,</span><br /> +We slaves, both great and small,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Turn out to toil together,</span><br /> +I feel like one from whom the sun<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of hope has long departed;</span><br /> +And morning's light, and weary night,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Still find me broken hearted:</span><br /> +Thus, when the chilly breath<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of night is sighing round me,</span><br /> +Kneel I, and wish that death<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In his cold chain had bound me.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="SONG_OF_THE_FREE" id="SONG_OF_THE_FREE"></a>SONG OF THE FREE.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Parodied by G.W.C. Tune, Lutzow's Wild Hunt.</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/songofthefree.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/songofthefree.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/songofthefree.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/songofthefree1.png" width="500" height="725" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/songofthefree2.png" width="506" height="767" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span></p> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<br /> +From valley and mountain, from hilltop and glen,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What shouts thro' the air are rebounding!</span><br /> +And echo is sending the sounds back again,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And loud thro' the air they are sounding,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And loud through the air they are sounding:</span><br /> +And if you ask what those joyous strains?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'Tis the songs of bondmen now bursting their chains.</span><br /> +<br /> +And who through our nation is waging the fight?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What host from the battle is flying?</span><br /> +Our true hearted freemen maintain the right,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the monster oppression is dying,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the monster oppression is dying:</span><br /> +And if you ask what you there behold?<br /> +'Tis the army of freemen, the true and the bold.<br /> +<br /> +Too long have slave-holders triumphantly reigned,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Too long in their chains have they bound us;</span><br /> +To freedom awaking, no longer enchained,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The goddess of freedom has saved us,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The goddess of freedom has saved us:</span><br /> +And if you ask what has made us free?<br /> +'Tis the vote that gave us our liberty.<br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="Holy_Freedom" id="Holy_Freedom"></a>Holy Freedom.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>BY PIERPONT.</b></p> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<br /> +The bondmen are free in the isles of the main!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The chains from their limbs they are flinging!</span><br /> +They stand up as men!—never tyrant again,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the pride of his heart, shall God's image profane!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">It is Liberty's song that is ringing!</span><br /> +Hark! loud comes the cry o'er the bounding sea,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Freedom! Freedom! Freedom, our joy is in thee!"</span><br /> +<br /> +Alas! that to-day, on Columbia's shore,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The groans of her slaves are resounding!</span><br /> +On plains of the South their life-blood they pour!<br /> +O, Freemen! blest Freemen! your help they implore!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">It is Slavery's wail that is sounding!</span><br /> +Hark! loud comes the cry on the Southern gale,<br /> +"Freedom! Freedom! Freedom or death, must prevail!"<br /> +<br /> +O ye who are blest with fair Liberty's light,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With courage and hope all abounding,</span><br /> +With weapons of love be ye bold for the right!<br /> +By the preaching of truth put oppression to flight!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Then, your altars triumphant surrounding,</span><br /> +Loud, loud let the anthem of joy ring out!<br /> +"Freedom! Freedom!" list all the world to the shout!<br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="YE_SONS_OF_FREEMEN" id="YE_SONS_OF_FREEMEN"></a>YE SONS OF FREEMEN.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by Mrs. J.G. Carter. Air, "Marseilles Hymn."</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/yesonsoffreemen.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/yesonsoffreemen.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/yesonsoffreemen.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/yesons1.png" width="502" height="734" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/yesons2.png" width="506" height="781" alt="music continued" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/yesons3.png" width="503" height="782" alt="music continued" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/yesons4.png" width="510" height="786" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span></p> + +<div class="cpoeml"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><br /> +Ye sons of freemen wake to sadness,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Hark! hark, what myriads bid you rise;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Three millions of our race in madness</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Break out in wails, in bitter cries,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Break out in wails, in bitter cries;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Must men whose hearts now bleed with anguish,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Yes, trembling slaves, in freedom's land</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Endure the lash, nor raise a hand?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Must nature 'neath the whip-cord languish?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Have pity on the slave,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Take courage from God's word;</span><br /> +Pray on, pray on, all hearts resolved, these captives shall be free.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The fearful storm—it threatens lowering,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Which God in mercy long delays;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Slaves yet may see their masters cowering,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">While whole plantations smoke and blaze!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">While whole plantations smoke and blaze!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And we may now prevent the ruin,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Ere lawless force with guilty stride</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Shall scatter vengeance far and wide—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">With untold crimes their hands embruing.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Have pity on the slave;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Take courage from God's word;</span><br /> +Pray, on, pray on, all hearts resolved—these captives shall be free!<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">With luxury and wealth surrounded,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The southern masters proudly dare,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">With thirst of gold and power unbounded,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">To mete and vend God's light and air!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">To mete and vend God's light and air;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Like beasts of burden, slaves are loaded,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Till life's poor toilsome day is o'er;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">While they in vain for right implore;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And shall they longer still be goaded?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Have pity on the slave;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Take courage from God's word;</span><br /> +Toil on, toil on, all hearts resolved these captives shall be free.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">O Liberty! can man e'er bind thee?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Can overseers quench thy flame?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Can dungeons, bolts, or bars confine thee,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Or threats thy Heaven born spirit tame?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Or threats thy Heaven born spirit tame?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Too long the slave has groaned bewailing</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The power these heartless tyrants wield;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Yet free them not by sword or shield,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">For with men's heart's they're unavailing,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Have pity on the slave:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Take courage from God's word;</span><br /> +Vote on! vote on! all hearts resolved—these captives shall be free!<br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="ARE_YE_TRULY_FREE" id="ARE_YE_TRULY_FREE"></a>ARE YE TRULY FREE?</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by J.R. Lowell. Air, "Martyn."</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/areyetrulyfree.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/areyetrulyfree.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/areyetrulyfree.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/areyetruly.png" width="503" height="589" alt="music" /></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Men! whose boast it is that ye<br /> +Come of fathers brave and free;<br /> +If there breathe on earth a slave,<br /> +Are ye truly free and brave?<br /> +Are ye not base slaves indeed,<br /> +Men unworthy to be freed?<br /> +If ye do not feel the chain,<br /> +When it works a brother's pain?<br /> +<br /> +Women! who shall one day bear<br /> +Sons to breathe God's bounteous air,<br /> +If ye hear without a blush,<br /> +Deeds to make the roused blood rush<br /> +Like red lava through your veins,<br /> +For your sisters now in chains;<br /> +Answer! are ye fit to be<br /> +Mothers of the brave and free?<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span><br /> +<br /> +Is true freedom but to break<br /> +Fetters for our own dear sake,<br /> +And, with leathern hearts forget<br /> +That we owe mankind a debt?<br /> +No! true freedom is to share<br /> +All the chains our brothers wear,<br /> +And with hand and heart to be<br /> +Earnest to make others free.<br /> +<br /> +They are slaves who fear to speak<br /> +For the fallen and the weak;<br /> +They are slaves, who will not choose<br /> +Hatred, scoffing, and abuse,<br /> +Rather than, in silence, shrink<br /> +From the truth they needs must think;<br /> +They are slaves, who dare not be<br /> +In the right with <i>two</i> or <i>three</i>.<br /> +</p> +</div> + +<hr /> + +<h2><a name="Thats_my_Country" id="Thats_my_Country"></a>That’s my Country.</h2> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Does the land, in native might,<br /> +Pant for Liberty and Right?<br /> +Long to cast from human kind<br /> +Chains of body and of mind—<br /> +That's my country, that's the land<br /> +I can love with heart and hand,<br /> +O'er her miseries weep and sigh,<br /> +For her glory live and die.<br /> +<br /> +Does the land her banner wave,<br /> +Most invitingly, to save;<br /> +Wooing to her arms of love,<br /> +Strangers who would freemen prove?<br /> +That's the land to which I cling,<br /> +Of her glories I can sing,<br /> +On her altar nobly swear<br /> +Higher still her fame to rear.<br /> +<br /> +Does the land no conquest make,<br /> +But the war for honor's sake—<br /> +Count the greatest triumph won,<br /> +That which most of good has done—<br /> +That's the land approved of God;<br /> +That's the land whose stainless sod<br /> +O'er my sleeping dust shall bloom,<br /> +Noblest land and noblest tomb!<br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="LIBERTY_BATTLE-SONG" id="LIBERTY_BATTLE-SONG"></a>LIBERTY BATTLE-SONG.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>From "The Emancipator." Air—"Our Warrior's Heart."</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/liberty.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/liberty.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/liberty.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/libertybattlesong.png" width="506" height="597" alt="music" /></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Arouse, ye friends of law and right,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Arouse, arouse, arouse!</span><br /> +All who in Freedom's cause delight,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Arouse, arouse, arouse!</span><br /> +The time, the time, is drawing near,<br /> +When we must at our posts appear;<br /> +Then clear the decks for action, clear!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Arouse, arouse, arouse!</span><br /> +<br /> +Awake, and couch Truth's fatal dart<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Awake! awake! awake!</span><br /> +Bid error to the shades depart,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Awake! awake! awake!</span><br /> +Prepare to deal the deadly blow,<br /> +To lay the power of Slavery low,<br /> +A ballot, lads, is our veto;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Awake! awake! awake!</span><br /> +<br /> +Arise! ye sons of honest toil,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Arise! arise! arise!</span><br /> +Ye free-born tillers of the soil,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Arise! arise! arise!</span><br /> +Come from your workshops and the field,<br /> +We've sworn to conquer ere we'll yield;<br /> +The ballot-box is Freedom's shield,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Arise! arise! arise!</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span><br /> +<br /> +Unite, and strike for equal laws,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unite! unite! unite!</span><br /> +For equal Justice! that's our cause<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unite! unite! unite!</span><br /> +Shall the vile slavites win the day?<br /> +Shall men of whips and blood bear sway?<br /> +Unite, and dash their chains away,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unite! unite! unite!</span><br /> +<br /> +March on! and vote the hireling down,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">March on! march on! march on!</span><br /> +Our blighted land with blessings crown,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">March on! march on! march on!</span><br /> +Shall Manhood ever wear the chain?<br /> +Shall Freedom look to us in vain?<br /> +Up to the struggle! Strike again!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">March on! march on! march on!</span><br /> +<br /> +Hurrah! the word pass down the line,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!</span><br /> +Birney's and Morris' name shall shine,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!</span><br /> +Like comets, on their country's page,<br /> +Without a cloud, undimmed by age,<br /> +Revered by patriot and by sage;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="Birney_and_Liberty" id="Birney_and_Liberty"></a>Birney and Liberty.</h2> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Hurrah! the ball is rolling on,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!</span><br /> +In spite of whig or loco don,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!</span><br /> +Our country still has hopes to rise,<br /> +The bravest efforts win the prize,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hurrah! <abbr title="et cetera">&c.</abbr></span><br /> +<br /> +With joy elate our friends appear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!</span><br /> +Our vaunting foes are filled with fear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!</span><br /> +Ten thousand slaves have run away<br /> +From Georgia to Canada;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hurrah! <abbr title="et cetera">&c.</abbr></span><br /> +<br /> +Lo! all the world for Birney now,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!</span><br /> +See! as he comes the parties bow,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!</span><br /> +No iron mixed with miry clay,<br /> +Will ever do, the people say,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hurrah! <abbr title="et cetera">&c.</abbr></span><br /> +<br /> +Then up, ye hearties, one and all!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!</span><br /> +Be faithful to your country's call;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!</span><br /> +Let none the vote of freedom shun,<br /> +Run to the meeting—run, run, run!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hurrah, <abbr title="et cetera">&c.</abbr></span><br /> +<br /> +Be Birney's name the one you choose,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!</span><br /> +Let not a soul his ballot lose,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!</span><br /> +No other man in this our day<br /> +Will ever do, the people say:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hurrah! <abbr title="et cetera">&c.</abbr></span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="THE_BALLOT-BOX" id="THE_BALLOT-BOX"></a>THE BALLOT-BOX.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Air—from "Lincoln."</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/ballotbox.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/ballotbox.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/ballotbox.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/ballotbox1.png" width="505" height="758" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/ballotbox2.png" width="503" height="200" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Freedom's consecrated dower,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Casket of a priceless gem!</span><br /> +Nobler heritage of power,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Than imperial diadem!</span><br /> +Corner-stone, on which was reared,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Liberty's triumphal dome,</span><br /> +When her glorious form appeared,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'Midst our own Green Mountain home.</span><br /> +<br /> +Guard it, Freemen! guard it well,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Spotless as your maiden's fame!</span><br /> +Never let your children tell<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of your weakness, of your shame;</span><br /> +That their fathers basely sold,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What was bought with blood and toil,</span><br /> +That you bartered right for gold,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Here, on Freedom's sacred soil.</span><br /> +<br /> +Let your eagle's quenchless eye,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fixed, unerring, sleepless, bright,</span><br /> +Watch, when danger hovers nigh,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From his lofty mountain height;</span><br /> +While the stripes and stars shall wave<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O'er this treasure, pure and free—</span><br /> +The land's Palladium, it shall save<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The home and shrine of liberty.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="Christian_Mother" id="Christian_Mother"></a>Christian Mother.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>BY MISS C.</b></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Christian mother, when thy prayer,<br /> +Trembles on the twilight air,<br /> +And thou askest God to keep<br /> +In their waking and their sleep,<br /> +Those, whose love is more to thee<br /> +Than the wealth of land or sea—<br /> +Think of those who wildly mourn<br /> +For the loved ones from them torn.<br /> +<br /> +Christian daughter, sister, wife,<br /> +Ye who wear a guarded life,<br /> +Ye, whose bliss hangs not, thank God,<br /> +On a tyrant's word or nod,<br /> +Will ye hear, with careless eye,<br /> +Of the wild, despairing cry,<br /> +Rising up from human hearts,<br /> +As their latest bliss departs.<br /> +<br /> +Blest ones, whom no hands on earth,<br /> +Dare to wrench from home and hearth,<br /> +Ye, whose hearts are sheltered well,<br /> +By affection's holy spell;<br /> +Oh, forget not those for whom<br /> +Life is nought but changeless gloom!<br /> +O'er whose days, so woe-begone,<br /> +Hope may paint no brighter dawn.<br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="THE_LIBERTY_PARTY" id="THE_LIBERTY_PARTY"></a>THE LIBERTY PARTY.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by E. Wright, <abbr title="junior">jr.</abbr> Tune—"'Tis Dawn, the Lark is Singing."</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/libertyparty.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/libertyparty.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/libertyparty.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/libertyparty1.png" width="505" height="767" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/libertyparty2.png" width="503" height="193" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Will ye despise the acorn,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Just thrusting out its shoot,</span><br /> +Ye giants of the forest,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That strike the deepest root?</span><br /> +Will ye despise the streamlets<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upon the mountain side;</span><br /> +Ye broad and mighty rivers,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">On sweeping to the tide?</span><br /> +<br /> +Wilt thou despise the crescent,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That trembles, newly born,</span><br /> +Thou bright and peerless planet,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whose reign shall reach the morn?</span><br /> +Time now his scythe is whetting,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ye giant oaks, for you;</span><br /> +Ye floods, the sea is thirsting,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To drink you like the dew.</span><br /> +<br /> +That crescent, faint and trembling,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her lamp shall nightly trim,</span><br /> +Till thou, imperious planet,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall in her light grow dim;</span><br /> +And so shall wax the Party,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now feeble at its birth,</span><br /> +Till Liberty shall cover<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">This tyrant trodden earth.</span><br /> +<br /> +That party, as we term it,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Party of the Whole—</span><br /> +Has for its firm foundation,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The substance of the soul;</span><br /> +It groweth out of Reason,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The strongest soil below;</span><br /> +The smaller is its budding,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The more its room to grow!</span><br /> +<br /> +Then rally to its banners,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Supported by the true—</span><br /> +The weakest are the waning,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The many are the few:</span><br /> +Of what is small, but living,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">God makes himself the nurse;</span><br /> +While "Onward" cry the voices<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of all his universe.</span><br /> +<br /> +Our plant is of the cedar,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That knoweth not decay:</span><br /> +Its growth shall bless the mountains,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till mountains pass away.</span><br /> +God speed the infant party,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The party of the whole—</span><br /> +And surely he will do it,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">While reason is its soul.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="BE_FREE_O_MAN_BE_FREE" id="BE_FREE_O_MAN_BE_FREE"></a>BE FREE, O MAN, BE FREE.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by Mary H. Maxwell. Music by G.W.C.</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/befree.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/befree.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/befree.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/befree.png" width="500" height="752" alt="music" /></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +The storm-winds wildly blowing,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The bursting billows mock,</span><br /> +As with their foam-crests glowing,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They dash the sea-girt rock;</span><br /> +Amid the wild commotion,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The revel of the sea,</span><br /> +A voice is on the ocean,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Be free, O man, be free.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span><br /> +<br /> +Behold the sea-brine leaping<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">High in the murky air;</span><br /> +List to the tempest sweeping<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In chainless fury there.</span><br /> +What moves the mighty torrent,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And bids it flow abroad?</span><br /> +Or turns the rapid current?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What, but the voice of God?</span><br /> +<br /> +Then, answer, is the spirit<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Less noble or less free?</span><br /> +From whom does it inherit<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The doom of slavery?</span><br /> +When man can bind the waters,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That they no longer roll,</span><br /> +Then let him forge the fetters<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To clog the human soul.</span><br /> +<br /> +Till then a voice is stealing<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From earth and sea, and sky,</span><br /> +And to the soul revealing<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Its immortality.</span><br /> +The swift wind chants the numbers<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Careering o'er the sea,</span><br /> +And earth aroused from slumbers,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Re-echoes, "Man, be free."</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2>Arouse! Arouse!</h2> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Arouse, arouse, arouse!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ye bold New England men!</span><br /> +No more with sullen brows,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Remain as ye have been:</span><br /> +Your country's freedom calls,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Once bought by patriots' blood;</span><br /> +Rouse, or that freedom falls<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Beneath the tyrant's rod!</span><br /> +<br /> +Three million men in chains,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your friendly aid implore;</span><br /> +Slight you the piteous strains<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That from their bosoms pour?</span><br /> +Shall it be told in story,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or troll'd in burning song,</span><br /> +New England's boasted glory<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Forgot the bondman's wrong?</span><br /> +<br /> +Shall freeman's sons be taunted,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That freedom's spirit's fled;</span><br /> +That what the fathers vaunted,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With sordid sons is dead?</span><br /> +That they in grovelling gain<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Have lost their ancient fire,</span><br /> +And 'neath the despot's chain,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Let liberty expire?</span><br /> +<br /> +Oh no, your father's bones<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Would cry out from the ground;</span><br /> +Ay, e'en New England's stones<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Would echo on the sound:</span><br /> +Rouse, then, New England men!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rally in freedom's name!</span><br /> +In your bosoms once again<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Light up the sleeping flame!</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="THE_LAST_NIGHT_OF_SLAVERY" id="THE_LAST_NIGHT_OF_SLAVERY"></a>THE LAST NIGHT OF SLAVERY.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Tune—"Cherokee Death-song."</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/lastnight.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/lastnight.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/lastnight.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/lastnight.png" width="511" height="742" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span></p> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Let the floods clap their hands,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Let the mountains rejoice,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Let all the glad lands</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Breathe a jubilant voice;</span><br /> +The sun that now sets on the waves of the sea<br /> +Shall gild with his rising the land of the free.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Let the islands be glad!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">For their King in his might,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Who his glory hath clad</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">With a garment of light,</span><br /> +In the waters the beams of his chambers hath laid,<br /> +And in the green waters his pathway hath made.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">No more shall the deep,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Lend its awe-stricken waves,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">In their caverns to steep</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Its wild burden of slaves;</span><br /> +The Lord sitteth King—sitteth King on the flood,<br /> +He heard, and hath answered the voice of their blood.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Dispel the blue haze,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Golden fountain of morn!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">With meridian blaze</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">The wide ocean adorn:</span><br /> +The sunlight has touched the glad waves of the sea,<br /> +And day now illumines the land of the free.<br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="THE_LITTLE_SLAVE_GIRL" id="THE_LITTLE_SLAVE_GIRL"></a>THE LITTLE SLAVE GIRL.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by a Lady. Air—Morgiana in Ireland.</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/littleslavegirl.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/littleslavegirl.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/littleslavegirl.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/littleslavegirl1.png" width="494" height="743" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/littleslavegirl2.png" width="482" height="323" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +When bright morning lights the hills,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where free children sing most cheerily,</span><br /> +My young breast with sorrow fills,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">While here I plod my way so wearily:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sad my face, more sad my heart,</span><br /> +From home, from all I had to part,<br /> +A loving mother, my sister, my brother,<br /> +For chains and lash in hopeless misery,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Children try it, could you try it;</span><br /> +But one day to live in slavery,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Children try it, try it, try it;</span><br /> +Come, come, give me liberty.<br /> +<br /> +Ere I close my eyes to sleep,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thoughts of home keep coming over me;</span><br /> +All alone I wake and weep—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yet mother hears not—no one pities me—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Never smiling, sick, forlorn,</span><br /> +Oh that I had ne'er been born!<br /> +I should not sorrow to die to-morrow,<br /> +Then mother earth would kindly shelter me;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Children try it, could you try it!</span><br /> +Give me freedom, yes, from misery!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Children try it, try it, try it!</span><br /> +Come, come, give me Liberty!<br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="STOLEN_WE_WERE" id="STOLEN_WE_WERE"></a>STOLEN WE WERE.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by a Colored Man.</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/stolen.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/stolen.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/stolen.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/stolen.png" width="504" height="730" alt="music" /></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Stolen we were from Africa,<br /> +Transported to America;<br /> +It's work all day and half the night,<br /> +And rise before the morning light;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sinner! man! why don't you repent?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For the judgment is rolling around!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For the judgment is rolling around!</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span>Like the brute beast in public street,<br /> +Endure the cold and stand the heat;<br /> +King Jesus told you once before<br /> +To go your way and sin no more;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sinner! man! <abbr title="et cetera">&c.</abbr></span><br /> +<br /> +If e'er I reach the Northern shore,<br /> +I'll ne'er go back, no, never more;<br /> +I think I hear these ladies say,<br /> +We'll sing for Freedom night and day;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sinner! man! <abbr title="et cetera">&c.</abbr></span><br /> +<br /> +Now let us all, yes, every man,<br /> +Vote for the Slave, for now we can;<br /> +Break every chain and every yoke,<br /> +Vote not for Clay nor James K. Polk;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sinner! man! <abbr title="et cetera">&c.</abbr></span><br /> +<br /> +Come let us go for James G. Birney,<br /> +Who sells not flesh and blood for money;<br /> +He is the man you all can see,<br /> +Who gave his slaves their liberty;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sinner! man! <abbr title="et cetera">&c.</abbr></span><br /> +<br /> +We hail thee as an honest Man,<br /> +God made thee on his noblest plan;<br /> +To stand for freedom in that hour,<br /> +To thrust a blow at Slavery's power;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sinner! man! <abbr title="et cetera">&c.</abbr></span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="A_VISION4" id="A_VISION4"></a>A VISION.<a name="Anchor_4_4" id="Anchor_4_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_4" class="fnanchor" title="Go to footnote.">[4]</a></h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by Crary. Music by G.W.C.</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/vision.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/vision.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/vision.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/vision1.png" width="501" height="701" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/vision2.png" width="505" height="352" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +At dead of night, when others sleep,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Near Hell I took my station;</span><br /> +And from that dungeon, dark and deep,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O'erheard this conversation:</span><br /> +"Hail, Prince of Darkness, ever hail,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Adored by each infernal,</span><br /> +I come among your gang to wail,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And taste of death eternal."</span><br /> +<br /> +"Where are you from?" the fiend demands,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"What makes you look so frantic?</span><br /> +Are you from Carolina's strand,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Just west of the Atlantic?</span><br /> +Are you that man of blood and birth,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Devoid of human feeling?</span><br /> +The wretch I saw, when last on earth,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In human cattle dealing?</span><br /> +<br /> +"Whose soul, with blood and rapine stain'd,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With deeds of crime to dark it;</span><br /> +Who drove God's image, starved and chained,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To sell like beasts in market?</span><br /> +Who tore the infant from the breast,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That you might sell its mother?</span><br /> +Whose craving mind could never rest,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till you had sold a brother?</span><br /> +<br /> +"Who gave the sacrament to those<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whose chains and handcuffs rattle?</span><br /> +Whose backs soon after felt the blows,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">More heavy than thy cattle?"</span><br /> +"I'm from the South," the ghost replies,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And I was there a teacher;</span><br /> +Saw men in chains, with laughing eyes:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I was a Southern Preacher!</span><br /> +<br /> +"In tassled pulpits, gay and fine,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I strove to please the tyrants,</span><br /> +To prove that slavery is divine,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And what the Scripture warrants.</span><br /> +And when I saw the horrid sight,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of slaves by tortures dying,</span><br /> +And told their masters all was right,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I knew that I was lying.</span><br /> +<br /> +"I knew all this, and who can doubt,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I felt a sad misgiving?</span><br /> +But still, I knew, if I spoke out,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That I should lose my living.</span><br /> +They made me fat, they paid me well,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To preach down abolition,</span><br /> +I slept—I died—I woke in Hell,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">How altered my condition!</span><br /> +<br /> +"I now am in a sea of fire,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whose fury ever rages;</span><br /> +I am a slave, and can't get free,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Through everlasting ages.</span><br /> +Yes! when the sun and moon shall fade,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And fire the rocks dissever,</span><br /> +I must sink down beneath the shade,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And feel God's wrath for ever."</span><br /> +<br /> +Our Ghost stood trembling all the while—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He saw the scene transpiring;</span><br /> +With soul aghast and visage sad,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">All hope was now retiring.</span><br /> +The Demon cried, on vengeance bent,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I say, in haste, retire!</span><br /> +And you shall have a negro sent<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To attend and punch the fire."</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="GET_OFF_THE_TRACK" id="GET_OFF_THE_TRACK"></a>GET OFF THE TRACK.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by Jesse Hutchinson. Air, "Dan Tucker."</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/getoff.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/getoff.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/getoff.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/getoff.png" width="500" height="586" alt="music" /></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Ho! the car Emancipation<br /> +Rides majestic thro' our nation,<br /> +Bearing on its train the story,<br /> +Liberty! a nation's glory.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Roll it along, thro' the nation,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Freedom's car, Emancipation!</span><br /> +<br /> +Men of various predilections,<br /> +Frightened, run in all directions;<br /> +Merchants, editors, physicians,<br /> +Lawyers, priests, and politicians.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Get out of the way! every station!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Clear the track of 'mancipation!</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span>Let the ministers and churches<br /> +Leave behind sectarian lurches;<br /> +Jump on board the Car of Freedom,<br /> +Ere it be too late to need them.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sound the alarm! Pulpits thunder!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ere too late you see your blunder!</span><br /> +<br /> +Politicians gazed, astounded,<br /> +When, at first, our bell resounded:<br /> +<i>Freight trains</i> are coming, tell these foxes,<br /> +With our <i>votes</i> and <i>ballot boxes</i>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Jump for your lives! politicians,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From your dangerous, false positions.</span><br /> +<br /> +Railroads to Emancipation<br /> +Cannot rest on <i>Clay</i> foundation.<br /> +And the <i>tracks</i> of '<i>The Polk-itian</i>'<br /> +Are but railroads to perdition!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pull up the rails! Emancipation</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Cannot rest on such foundation.</span><br /> +<br /> +All true friends of Emancipation,<br /> +Haste to Freedom's railroad station;<br /> +Quick into the cars get seated,<br /> +All is ready and completed.—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Put on the steam! all are crying,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the liberty flags are flying.</span><br /> +<br /> +On, triumphant see them bearing,<br /> +Through sectarian rubbish tearing;<br /> +The bell and whistle and the steaming,<br /> +Startle thousands from their dreaming.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Look out for the cars while the bell rings!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ere the sound your funeral knell rings.</span><br /> +<br /> +See the people run to meet us;<br /> +At the depôts thousands greet us;<br /> +All take seats with exultation,<br /> +In the Car Emancipation.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Huzza! Huzza!! Emancipation</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Soon will bless our happy nation.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Huzza! Huzza! Huzza!!!</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="EMANCIPATION_SONG" id="EMANCIPATION_SONG"></a>EMANCIPATION SONG.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words from the "Bangor Gazette." Air, "Crambambule."</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/emancipation.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/emancipation.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/emancipation.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/emancipationsong.png" width="502" height="730" alt="music" /></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Let waiting throngs now lift their voices,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As Freedom's glorious day draws near,</span><br /> +While every gentle tongue rejoices,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And each bold heart is filled with cheer,</span><br /> +The slave has seen the Northern star,<br /> +He'll soon be free, hurrah, hurrah!<br /> +Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!<br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span>Though many still are writhing under<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The cruel whips of "chevaliers,"</span><br /> +Who mothers from their children sunder,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And scourge them for their helpless tears—</span><br /> +Their safe deliv'rance is not far!<br /> +The day draws nigh!—hurrah, hurrah!<br /> +<br /> +Just ere the dawn the darkness deepest<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Surrounds the earth as with a pall;</span><br /> +Dry up thy tears, O thou that weepest,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That on thy sight the rays may fall!</span><br /> +No doubt let now thy bosom mar:<br /> +Send up the shout—hurrah, hurrah!<br /> +<br /> +Shall we distrust the God of Heaven?—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He every doubt and fear will quell;</span><br /> +By him the captive's chains are riven—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So let us loud the chorus swell!</span><br /> +Man shall be free from cruel law,—<br /> +Man shall be <span class="smcap">Man</span>!—hurrah, hurrah!<br /> +<br /> +No more again shall it be granted<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To southern overseers to rule—</span><br /> +No more will pilgrims' sons be taunted<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With cringing low in slavery's school.</span><br /> +So clear the way for Freedom's car—<br /> +The free shall rule!—hurrah, hurrah!<br /> +<br /> +Send up the shout Emancipation—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From heaven let the echoes bound—</span><br /> +Soon will it bless this franchised nation,—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Come raise again the stirring sound?</span><br /> +Emancipation near and far—<br /> +Swell up the shout—hurrah! hurrah!<br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="HARBINGER_OF_LIBERTY" id="HARBINGER_OF_LIBERTY"></a>HARBINGER OF LIBERTY.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by a Lady. Music by G.W.C.</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/harbinger.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/harbinger.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/harbinger.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/harbinger.png" width="500" height="734" alt="music" /></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +See yon glorious star ascending,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Brightly o'er the Southern sea!</span><br /> +Truth and peace on earth portending,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Herald of a jubilee!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Hail it, Freemen! Hail it, Freemen!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'Tis the star of Liberty.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span>Dim at first—but widely spreading,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Soon 'twill burst supremely bright,</span><br /> +Life and health and comfort shedding<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O'er the shades of moral night;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Hail it, Bondmen!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Slavery cannot bear its light.</span><br /> +<br /> +Few its rays—'t is but the dawning<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of the reign of truth and peace;</span><br /> +Joy to slaves—yet sad forewarning,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To the tyrants of our race;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Tremble, Tyrants!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Soon your cruel pow'r will cease.</span><br /> +<br /> +Earth is brighten'd by the glory<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of its mild and peaceful rays;</span><br /> +Ransom'd slaves shall tell the story,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">See its light, and sing its praise;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Hail it, Christians!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Harbinger of better days.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="Light_of_Truth" id="Light_of_Truth"></a>Light of Truth.</h2> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Hark! a voice from heaven proclaiming<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Comfort to the mourning slave;</span><br /> +God has heard him long complaining,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And extends his arm to save;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Proud Oppression</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Soon shall find a shameful grave.</span><br /> +<br /> +See! the light of truth is breaking,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Full and clear on ev'ry hand;</span><br /> +And the voice of mercy, speaking,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now is heard through all the land;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Firm and fearless,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">See the friends of Freedom stand!</span><br /> +<br /> +Lo! the nation is arousing<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From its slumbers, long and deep;</span><br /> +And the church of God is waking,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Never, never more to sleep,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">While a bondman,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In his chains remains to weep.</span><br /> +<br /> +Long, too long, have we been dreaming,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O'er our country's sin and shame;</span><br /> +Let us now, the time redeeming,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Press the helpless captive's claim,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Till, exulting,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He shall cast aside his chain.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="ODE_TO_JAMES_G_BIRNEY" id="ODE_TO_JAMES_G_BIRNEY"></a>ODE TO JAMES G. BIRNEY.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by Elizur Wright. Music by G.W.C.</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/ode.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/ode.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/ode.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/odebirney1.png" width="503" height="737" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/odebirney2.png" width="499" height="161" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +We hail thee, Birney, just and true,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The calm and fearless, staunch and tried,</span><br /> +The bravest of the valiant few,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our country's hope, our country's pride!</span><br /> +In Freedom's battle take the van;<br /> +We hail thee as an honest man.<br /> +<br /> +Thy country, in her darkest hour,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When heroes bend at Mammon's shrine,</span><br /> +And virtue sells herself to Power,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lights up in smiles at deeds like thine!</span><br /> +Then welcome to the battle's van—<br /> +We <i>hail</i> thee as an <span class="smcap">honest man</span>!<br /> +<br /> +Thy own example leads the way<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From Egypt's gloom to Canaan's light;</span><br /> +Thy justice is the breaking day<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of Slavery's long and guilty night;</span><br /> +Then welcome to the battle's van—<br /> +We hail thee as an honest man.<br /> +<br /> +Thine is the eagle eye to see,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And thine a human heart to feel;</span><br /> +A worthy leader of the free,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We'll trust thee with a Nation's weal;</span><br /> +We'll trust thee in the battle's van—<br /> +We <i>hail</i> thee as an honest man.<br /> +<br /> +An <i>honest man</i>—an <i>honest man</i>—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">God made thee on his noblest plan,</span><br /> +To do the right and brave the scorn;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To stand in Freedom's "hope forlorn;"</span><br /> +Then welcome to the triumph's van—<br /> +<span class="smcap">We hail thee as our chosen man</span>!<br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="A_TRIBUTE_TO_DEPARTED_WORTH5" id="A_TRIBUTE_TO_DEPARTED_WORTH5"></a>A TRIBUTE TO DEPARTED WORTH.<a name="Anchor_5_5" id="Anchor_5_5"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_5" class="fnanchor" title="Go to footnote.">[5]</a></h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/tribute.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/tribute.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/tribute.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/departedworth1.png" width="506" height="725" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/departedworth2.png" width="506" height="498" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<br /> +Oh, it is not the tear at this moment shed,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the cold turf has just been laid o'er him,</span><br /> +That can tell how beloved was the soul that's fled,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or how deep in our hearts we deplore him:</span><br /> +'Tis the tear through many a long day wept,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Through a life by his loss all shaded,</span><br /> +'Tis the sad remembrance fondly kept,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When all other griefs have faded.</span><br /> +<br /> +Oh! thus shall we mourn, and his memory's light<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">While it shines through our hearts will improve them;</span><br /> +For worth shall look fairer, and truth more bright,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When we think how he lived but to love them.</span><br /> +And as buried saints the grave perfume,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where fadeless they've long been lying;—</span><br /> +So our hearts shall borrow a sweetening bloom<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From the image he left there in dying.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="THE_LIBERTY_VOTERS_SONG" id="THE_LIBERTY_VOTERS_SONG"></a>THE LIBERTY VOTER’S SONG.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by E. Wright, <abbr title="junior">jr.</abbr> Air, from "Niel Gow's Farewell."</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/libertyvoter.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/libertyvoter.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/libertyvoter.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/libertyvoter1.png" width="503" height="748" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/libertyvoter2.png" width="503" height="383" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +The vote, the vote, the mighty vote,<br /> +Though once we used a humbler note,<br /> +And prayed our servants to be just,<br /> +We tell the now they must, they must.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><b>Chorus.</b></span><b><br /> +</b> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The tyrant's grapple, by our vote,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We'll loosen from our brother's throat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With Washington we here agree,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The vote's the weapon of the free.</span><br /> +<br /> +We'll scatter not the precious power<br /> +On parties that to slavery cower;<br /> +But make it one against the wrong,<br /> +Till down it comes, a million strong.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The tyrant's grapple, <abbr title="et cetera">&c.</abbr></span><br /> +<br /> +We'll bake the dough-face with our vote,<br /> +Who stood the scorching when we wrote;<br /> +And paler than the milky way,<br /> +We'll bake the plastic face of <span class="smcap">Clay</span>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The tyrant's grapple, <abbr title="et cetera">&c.</abbr></span><br /> +<br /> +Our vote shall teach all statesmen law,<br /> +Who in the Southern harness draw;<br /> +So well contented to be slaves,<br /> +They fain would prove their fathers knaves!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The tyrant's grapple, <abbr title="et cetera">&c.</abbr></span><br /> +<br /> +We'll not provoke our wives to use<br /> +A power that we through fear abuse;<br /> +His mother shall not blush to own<br /> +One voter of us for a son.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The tyrant's grapple, by our vote,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We'll loosen from our brother's throat;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With Washington we here agree,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whose <span class="smcap">mother</span> taught him to be free!</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="THE_LIBERTY_BALL" id="THE_LIBERTY_BALL"></a>THE LIBERTY BALL.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>G.W.C. Air, "Rosin the Bow."</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/libertyball.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/libertyball.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/libertyball.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/libertyball1.png" width="507" height="733" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/libertyball2.png" width="510" height="464" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<br /> +Come all ye true friends of the nation,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Attend to humanity's call;</span><br /> +Come aid the poor slave's liberation,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And roll on the liberty ball—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And roll on the liberty ball—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And roll on the liberty ball,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Come aid the poor slave's liberation,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And roll on the liberty ball.</span><br /> +<br /> +The Liberty hosts are advancing—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For freedom to <i>all</i> they declare;</span><br /> +The down-trodden millions are sighing—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Come, break up our gloom of despair.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Come break up our gloom of despair, <abbr title="et cetera">&c.</abbr></span><br /> +<br /> +Ye Democrats, come to the rescue,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And aid on the liberty cause,</span><br /> +And millions will rise up and bless you<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With heart-cheering songs of applause,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">With heart-cheering songs, <abbr title="et cetera">&c.</abbr></span><br /> +<br /> +Ye Whigs forsake <span class="smcap">Clay</span> and <i>John Tyler</i>!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And boldly step into our ranks;</span><br /> +We'll spread our pure banner still wider,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And invite all the friends of the banks,—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And invite all the friends of the banks, <abbr title="et cetera">&c.</abbr></span><br /> +<br /> +And when we have formed the blest union<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We'll firmly march on, one and all—</span><br /> +We'll sing when we meet in communion,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And <i>roll on</i> the liberty ball,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And roll on the liberty ball, <abbr title="et cetera">&c.</abbr></span><br /> +<br /> +How can you stand halting while virtue<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is sweetly appealing to all;</span><br /> +Then haste to the standard of duty,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And roll on the liberty ball;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And roll on the liberty ball, <abbr title="et cetera">&c.</abbr></span><br /> +<br /> +The question of test is now turning,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And freedom or slavery must fall,</span><br /> +While hope in the bosom is burning,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We'll roll on the liberty ball;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">We'll roll on the liberty ball, <abbr title="et cetera">&c.</abbr></span><br /> +<br /> +Ye freemen attend to your voting,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your ballots will answer the call;</span><br /> +And while others attend to <i>log-rolling</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We'll roll on the liberty ball—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">We'll roll on the liberty ball, <abbr title="et cetera">&c.</abbr></span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="The_Trumpet_of_Freedom" id="The_Trumpet_of_Freedom"></a>The Trumpet of Freedom.</h2> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<span class="smcap"><br /> +Hark</span>! hark! to the <span class="smcap">Trumpet</span> of <span class="smcap">Freedom</span>!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her rallying signal she blows:</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span>Come, gather around her broad banner,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And battle 'gainst Liberty's foes.</span><br /> +<br /> +Our forefathers plighted their honor,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their lives and their property, too,</span><br /> +To maintain in defiance of Britain,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their principles, righteous and true.</span><br /> +<br /> +We'll show to the world we are worthy<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The blessings our ancestors won,</span><br /> +And finish the temple of Freedom,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That <span class="smcap">Hancock</span> and <span class="smcap">Franklin</span> begun.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hurra, for the old-fashioned doctrine,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That men are created all free!</span><br /> +We ever will boldly maintain it,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor care who the tyrant may be.</span><br /> +<br /> +When Poland was fighting for freedom,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our voices went over the sea,</span><br /> +To bid her God-speed in the contest—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That Poland, like us, might be free.</span><br /> +<br /> +When down-trodden Greece had up-risen,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And baffled the Mahomet crew;</span><br /> +We rejoiced in the glorious issue,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That Greece had her liberty, too.</span><br /> +<br /> +Repeal, do we also delight in—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Three cheers for the "gem of the sea!"</span><br /> +And soon may the bright day be dawning,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When Ireland, like us, shall be free.</span><br /> +<br /> +Like us, who are foes to oppression;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But not like America now.</span><br /> +With shame do we blush to confess it,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Too many to slavery bow.</span><br /> +<br /> +We're foes unto wrong and oppression,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">No matter which side of the sea;</span><br /> +And ever intend to oppose them,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till all of God's image are free.</span><br /> +<br /> +Some tell us because men are colored,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They should not our sympathy share;</span><br /> +We ask not the form or complexion—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The seal of our Maker is there!</span><br /> +<br /> +Success to the old-fashioned doctrine,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That men are created all free!</span><br /> +And down with the power of the despot,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wherever his strongholds may be.</span><br /> +<br /> +We're proud of the name of a freeman,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And proud of the character, too;</span><br /> +And never will do any action,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Save such as a freeman may do.</span><br /> +<br /> +We'll finish the Temple of Freedom,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And make it capacious within,</span><br /> +That all who seek shelter may find it,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whatever the hue of their skin.</span><br /> +<br /> +For thus the Almighty designed It,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And gave to our fathers the plan;</span><br /> +Intending that liberty's blessings,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Should rest upon every man.</span><br /> +<br /> +Then up with the cap-stone and cornice,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With columns encircle its wall,</span><br /> +Throw open its gateway, and make it<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><span class="smcap">A home and a refuge for all</span>!</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="BREAK_EVERY_YOKE" id="BREAK_EVERY_YOKE"></a>BREAK EVERY YOKE.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Tune—"O no, we never mention her."</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/break.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/break.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/break.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/breakeveryyoke.png" width="498" height="759" alt="music" /></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Break every yoke, the Gospel cries,<br /> +And let th' oppressed go free,<br /> +Let every captive taste the joys<br /> +Of peace and liberty.<br /> +<br /> +Send thy good Spirit from above,<br /> +And melt th' oppressor's heart,<br /> +Send sweet deliv'rance to the slave,<br /> +And bid his woes depart.<br /> +<br /> +Lord, when shall man thy voice obey,<br /> +And rend each iron chain,<br /> +Oh when shall love its golden sway,<br /> +O'er all the earth maintain.<br /> +<br /> +With freedom's blessings crown his day—<br /> +O'erflow his heart with love,<br /> +Teach him that straight and narrow way,<br /> +Which leads to rest above.<br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="THE_YANKEE_GIRL" id="THE_YANKEE_GIRL"></a>THE YANKEE GIRL.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by Whittier. Music by G.W.C.</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/yankee.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/yankee.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/yankee.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/yankeegirl1.png" width="511" height="743" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/yankeegirl2.png" width="509" height="776" alt="music continued" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/yankeegirl3.png" width="510" height="774" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<br /> +She sings by her wheel at that low cottage door,<br /> +Which the long evening shadow is stretching before;<br /> +With a music as sweet as the music which seems<br /> +Breathed softly and faint in the ear of our dreams!<br /> +<br /> +How brilliant and mirthful the light of her eye,<br /> +Like a star glancing out from the blue of the sky!<br /> +And lightly and freely her dark tresses play<br /> +O'er a brow and a bosom as lovely as they!<br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span>Who comes in his pride to that low cottage-door—<br /> +The haughty and rich to the humble and poor?<br /> +'Tis the great Southern planter—the master who waves<br /> +His whip of dominion o'er hundreds of slaves.<br /> +<br /> +"Nay, Ellen—for shame! Let those Yankee fools spin,<br /> +Who would pass for our slaves with a change of their skin;<br /> +Let them toil as they will at the loom or the wheel,<br /> +Too stupid for shame, and too vulgar to feel!<br /> +<br /> +"But thou art too lovely and precious a gem<br /> +To be bound to their burdens and sullied by them—<br /> +For shame, Ellen, shame!—cast thy bondage aside,<br /> +And away to the South, as my blessing and pride.<br /> +<br /> +"Oh, come where no winter thy footsteps can wrong,<br /> +But where flowers are blossoming all the year long,<br /> +Where the shade of the palm tree is over my home,<br /> +And the lemon and orange are white in their bloom!<br /> +<br /> +"Oh, come to my home, where my servants shall all<br /> +Depart at thy bidding and come at thy call;<br /> +They shall heed thee as mistress with trembling and awe,<br /> +And each wish of thy heart shall be felt as a law."<br /> +<br /> +Oh, could ye have seen her—that pride of our girls—<br /> +Arise and cast back the dark wealth of her curls,<br /> +With a scorn in her eye which the gazer could feel,<br /> +And a glance like the sunshine that flashes on steel!<br /> +<br /> +"Go back, haughty Southron! thy treasures of gold<br /> +Are dim with the blood of the hearts thou hast sold!<br /> +Thy home may be lovely, but round it I hear<br /> +The crack of the whip and the footsteps of fear!<br /> +<br /> +"And the sky of thy South may be brighter than ours,<br /> +And greener thy landscapes, and fairer thy flowers;<br /> +But, dearer the blast round our mountains which raves,<br /> +Than the sweet summer zephyr which breathes over slaves!<br /> +<br /> +"Full low at thy bidding thy negroes may kneel,<br /> +With the iron of bondage on spirit and heel;<br /> +Yet know that the Yankee girl sooner would be<br /> +In <i>fetters</i> with <i>them</i>, than in freedom with <i>thee</i>!"<br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="FREEDOMS_GATHERING" id="FREEDOMS_GATHERING"></a>FREEDOM’S GATHERING.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words from the Pennsylvania Freeman. Music by G.W.C.</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/freedomsgathering.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/freedomsgathering.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/freedomsgathering.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/freedomsgathering1.png" width="514" height="754" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/freedomsgathering2.png" width="511" height="784" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<br /> +A voice has gone forth, and the land is awake!<br /> +Our freemen shall gather from ocean to lake,<br /> +Our cause is as pure as the earth ever saw,<br /> +And our faith we will pledge in the thrilling huzza.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Then huzza, then huzza,</span><br /> +Truth's glittering falchion for freedom we draw.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span>Let them blacken our names and pursue us with ill,<br /> +Our hearts shall be faithful to liberty still;<br /> +Then rally! then rally! come one and come all,<br /> +With harness well girded, and echo the call.<br /> +<br /> +Thy hill-tops, New England, shall leap at the cry,<br /> +And the prairie and far distant south shall reply;<br /> +It shall roll o'er the land till the farthermost glen<br /> +Gives back the glad summons again and again.<br /> +<br /> +Oppression shall hear in its temple of blood,<br /> +And read on its wall the handwriting of God;<br /> +Niagara's torrent shall thunder it forth,<br /> +It shall burn in the sentinel star of the North.<br /> +<br /> +It shall blaze in the lightning, and speak in the thunder,<br /> +Till Slavery's fetters are riven asunder,<br /> +And freedom her rights has triumphantly won,<br /> +And our country her garments of beauty put on.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Then huzza, then huzza,</span><br /> +Truth's glittering falchion for freedom we draw.<br /> +<br /> +Let them blacken our names, and pursue us with ill,<br /> +We bow at thy altar, sweet liberty still!<br /> +As the breeze f'm the mountain sweeps over the river,<br /> +So, changeless and free, shall our thoughts be, for ever.<br /> +<br /> +Then on to the conflict for freedom and truth;<br /> +Come Matron, come Maiden, come Manhood and youth,<br /> +Come gather! come gather! come one and come all,<br /> +And soon shall the altars of Slavery fall.<br /> +<br /> +The forests shall know it, and lift up their voice,<br /> +To bid the green prairies and valleys rejoice;<br /> +And the "Father of Waters," join Mexico's sea,<br /> +In the anthem of Nature for millions set free.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Then huzza! then huzza!</span><br /> +Truth's glittering falchion for freedom we draw.<br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="Be_kind_to_each_other" id="Be_kind_to_each_other"></a>Be kind to each other.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>BY CHARLES SWAIN.</b></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Be kind to each other!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The night's coming on,</span><br /> +When friend and when brother<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Perchance may be gone!</span><br /> +Then 'midst our dejection,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">How sweet to have earned</span><br /> +The blest recollection,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of kindness—returned!</span><br /> +<br /> +When day hath departed,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And memory keeps</span><br /> +Her watch, broken-hearted,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where all she loved sleeps!</span><br /> +Let falsehood assail not,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor envy disprove—</span><br /> +Let trifles prevail not<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Against those ye love!</span><br /> +<br /> +Nor change with to-morrow,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Should fortune take wing,</span><br /> +But the deeper the sorrow,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The closer still cling!</span><br /> +Oh! be kind to each other!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The night's coming on,</span><br /> +When friend and when brother<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Perchance may be gone.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="PRAISE_AND_PRAYER" id="PRAISE_AND_PRAYER"></a>PRAISE AND PRAYER.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by Miss Chandler.</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/praise.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/praise.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/praise.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/praise.png" width="502" height="571" alt="music" /></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Praise for slumbers of the night,<br /> +For the wakening morning's light,<br /> +For the board with plenty spread,<br /> +Gladness o'er the spirit shed;<br /> +Healthful pulse and cloudless eye,<br /> +Opening on the smiling sky.<br /> +<br /> +Praise! for loving hearts that still<br /> +With life's bounding pulses thrill;<br /> +Praise, that still our own may know—<br /> +Earthly joy and earthly woe.<br /> +Praise for every varied good,<br /> +Bounteous round our pathway strew'd!<br /> +<br /> +Prayer! for grateful hearts to raise<br /> +Incense meet of prayer and praise!<br /> +Prayer, for spirits calm and meek,<br /> +Wisdom life's best joys to seek;<br /> +Strength 'midst devious paths to tread—<br /> +That through which the Saviour led.<br /> +<br /> +Prayer! for those who, day by day,<br /> +Weep their bitter life away;<br /> +Prayer, for those who bind the chain<br /> +Rudely on their throbbing vein—<br /> +That repentance deep may win<br /> +Pardon for the fearful sin!<br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="THE_SLAVES_LAMENTATION" id="THE_SLAVES_LAMENTATION"></a>THE SLAVE’S LAMENTATION.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>A Parody by Tucker. Air, "Long, long ago."</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/slaveslamentation.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/slaveslamentation.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/slaveslamentation.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/slaveslamentation1.png" width="507" height="749" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/slaveslamentation2.png" width="498" height="160" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<br /> +Where are the friends that to me were so dear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Long, long ago, long, long ago!</span><br /> +Where are the hopes that my heart used to cheer?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Long, long ago, long, long ago!</span><br /> +Friends that I loved in the grave are laid low,<br /> +All hope of freedom hath fled from me now.<br /> +I am degraded, for man was my foe,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Long, long ago, long, long ago!</span><br /> +<br /> +Sadly my wife bowed her beautiful head—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Long, long ago—long ago!</span><br /> +Oh, how I wept when I found she was dead!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Long, long ago—long ago!</span><br /> +She was my angel, my love and my pride—<br /> +Vainly to save her from torture I tried,<br /> +Poor broken heart! She rejoiced as she died,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Long, long ago—long, long ago!</span><br /> +<br /> +Let me look back on the days of my youth—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Long, long ago—long ago!</span><br /> +Master withheld from me knowledge and truth—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Long, long ago—long ago!</span><br /> +Crushed all the hopes of my earliest day,<br /> +Sent me from father and mother away—<br /> +Forbade me to read, nor allowed me to pray—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Long, long ago—long, long ago!</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="THE_STRANGER_AND_HIS_FRIEND" id="THE_STRANGER_AND_HIS_FRIEND"></a>THE STRANGER AND HIS FRIEND.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Montgomery and Denison. Tune, "Duane Street."</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/stranger.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/stranger.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/stranger.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/stranger1.png" width="506" height="738" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/stranger2.png" width="503" height="339" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +A poor wayfaring man of grief,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hath often crossed me on my way,</span><br /> +Who sued so humbly for relief,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That I could never answer nay;</span><br /> +I had not power to ask his name,<br /> +Whither he went or whence he came;<br /> +Yet there was something in his eye,<br /> +Which won my love, I knew not why.<br /> +<br /> +Once, when my scanty meal was spread,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He entered—not a word he spake—</span><br /> +Just perishing for want of bread,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I gave him all; he blessed it, brake,</span><br /> +And ate, but gave me part again:<br /> +Mine was an angel's portion then,<br /> +For while I fed with eager haste,<br /> +The crust was manna to my taste.<br /> +<br /> +'Twas night. The floods were out, it blew<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A winter hurricane aloof:</span><br /> +I heard his voice abroad, and flew<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To bid him welcome to my roof;</span><br /> +I warmed, I clothed, I cheered my guest,<br /> +I laid him on my couch to rest:<br /> +Then made the ground my bed and seemed<br /> +In Eden's garden while I dreamed.<br /> +<br /> +I saw him bleeding in his chains,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And tortured 'neath the driver's lash,</span><br /> +His sweat fell fast along the plains,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Deep dyed from many a fearful gash:</span><br /> +But I in bonds remembered him,<br /> +And strove to free each fettered limb,<br /> +As with my tears I washed his blood,<br /> +Me he baptized with mercy's flood.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span>I saw him in the negro pew,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His head hung low upon his breast,</span><br /> +His locks were wet with drops of dew,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gathered while he for entrance pressed</span><br /> +Within those aisles, whose courts are given<br /> +That black and white may reach one heaven;<br /> +And as I meekly sought his feet,<br /> +He smiled, and made a throne my seat.<br /> +<br /> +In prison I saw him next condemned<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To meet a traitor's doom at morn;</span><br /> +The tide of lying tongues I stemmed,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And honored him midst shame and scorn.</span><br /> +My friendship's utmost zeal to try,<br /> +He asked if I for him would die;<br /> +The flesh was weak, my blood ran chill,<br /> +But the free spirit cried, "I will."<br /> +<br /> +Then in a moment to my view,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The stranger darted from disguise;</span><br /> +The tokens in his hands I knew,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My Saviour stood before my eyes!</span><br /> +He spoke, and my poor name he named—<br /> +"Of me thou hast not been ashamed,<br /> +These deeds shall thy memorial be;<br /> +Fear not, thou didst them unto me."<br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="WERE_FOR_FREEDOM_THROUGH_THE_LAND" id="WERE_FOR_FREEDOM_THROUGH_THE_LAND"></a>WE’RE FOR FREEDOM THROUGH THE LAND.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words by J.E. Robinson. Music arranged from the "Old Granite State."</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/wereforfreedom.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/wereforfreedom.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/wereforfreedom.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/wereforfreedom1.png" width="501" height="726" alt="music" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/wereforfreedom2.png" width="506" height="771" alt="music continued" /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/wereforfreedom3.png" width="501" height="469" alt="music concluded" /></p> + +<div class="cpoeml"> +<p> +<br /> +We are coming, we are coming! freedom's battle is begun!<br /> +No hand shall furl her banner ere her victory be won!<br /> +Our shields are locked for liberty, and mercy goes before:<br /> +Tyrants tremble in your citadel! oppression shall be o'er.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">We will vote for Birney,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">We will vote for Birney,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">We're for Morris and for Birney,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And for Freedom through the land.</span><br /> +<br /> +We have hatred, dark and deep, for the fetter and the thong;<br /> +We bring light for prisoned spirits, for the captive's wail a song;<br /> +We are coming, we are coming! and, "No league with tyrant man,"<br /> +Is emblazoned on our banner, while Jehovah leads the van!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">We will vote for Birney,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">We will vote for Birney,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">We're for Morris and for Birney,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And for Freedom through the land!</span><br /> +<br /> +We are coming, we are coming! but we wield no battle brand:<br /> +We are armed with truth and justice, with God's charter in our hand,<br /> +And our voice which swells for freedom—freedom now and ever more—<br /> +Shall be heard as ocean's thunder, when they burst upon the shore!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">We will vote for Birney,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">We will vote for Birney,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">We're for Morris and for Birney,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And for Freedom through the land.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span>Be patient, O, be patient! ye suffering ones of earth!<br /> +Denied a glorious heritage—our common right by birth;<br /> +With fettered limbs and spirits, your battle shall be won!<br /> +O be patient—we are coming! suffer on, suffer on!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">We will vote for Birney,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">We will vote for Birney,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">We're for Morris and for Birney,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And for Freedom through the land.</span><br /> +<br /> +We are coming, we are coming! not as comes the tempest's wrath,<br /> +When the frown of desolation sits brooding o'er its path;<br /> +But with mercy, such as leaves his holy signet-light upon<br /> +The air in lambent beauty, when the darkened storm is gone.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">We will vote for Birney,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">We will vote for Birney,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">We're for Morris and for Birney,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And for Freedom through the land.</span><br /> +<br /> +O, be patient in your misery! be mute in your despair!<br /> +While your chains are grinding deeper, there's a voice upon the air!<br /> +Ye shall feel its potent echoes, ye shall hear its lovely sound,<br /> +We are coming! we are coming! bringing freedom to the bound!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">We will vote for Birney,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">We will vote for Birney,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">We're for Morris and for Birney,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And for Freedom through the land.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><span class="smcap">Note</span>.—Suggested by a song sung by George W. Clark, at a +recent convention in Rochester, N.Y.</p></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="WE_ARE_ALL_CHILDREN_OF_ONE_PARENT" id="WE_ARE_ALL_CHILDREN_OF_ONE_PARENT"></a>WE ARE ALL CHILDREN OF ONE PARENT.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Words from the Youth's Cabinet. Music by L. Mason.</b></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/weareallchildren.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/weareallchildren.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/weareallchildren.ly">Lilypond</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"><br /> +<img src="images/weareall.png" width="499" height="403" alt="music" /></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Sister, thou art worn and weary,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Toiling for another's gain;</span><br /> +Life with thee is dark and dreary,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Filled with wretchedness and pain,</span><br /> +Thou must rise at dawn of light,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And thy daily task pursue,</span><br /> +Till the darkness of the night<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hide thy labors from thy view.</span><br /> +<br /> +Oft, alas! thou hast to bear<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sufferings more than tongue can tell;</span><br /> +Thy oppressor will not spare,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But delights thy griefs to swell;</span><br /> +Oft thy back the scourge has felt,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then to God thou'st raised the cry</span><br /> +That the tyrant's heart he'd melt<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ere thou should'st in tortures die.</span><br /> +<br /> +Injured sister, well we know<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That thy lot in life is hard;</span><br /> +Sad thy state of toil and wo,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From all blessedness debarred;</span><br /> +While each sympathizing heart<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pities thy forlorn distress;</span><br /> +We would sweet relief impart,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And delight thy soul to bless.</span><br /> +<br /> +And what lies within our power<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We most cheerfully will do,</span><br /> +That will haste the blissful hour<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fraught with news of joy to you;</span><br /> +And when comes the happy day<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That shall free our captive friend,</span><br /> +When Jehovah's mighty sway<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall to slavery put an end:</span><br /> +<br /> +Then, dear sister, we with thee<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Will to heaven direct our voice;</span><br /> +Joyfully with voices free<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We'll in lofty strains rejoice;</span><br /> +Gracious God! thy name we'll bless,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hallelujah evermore,</span><br /> +Thou hast heard in righteousness,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And our sister's griefs are o'er.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="Manhood" id="Manhood"></a>Manhood.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>BY ROBERT BURNS.</b></p> + +<p class="center"><b>Tune, "Our Warrior's Hearts," <a href="#Page_128">page 128</a>.</b></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Is there, for honest poverty,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That hangs his head, and a' that;</span><br /> +The coward-slave, we pass him by,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We dare be poor, for a' that;</span><br /> +For a' that and a' that;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our toils obscure, and a' that,</span><br /> +The rank is but the guinea's stamp,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The man's the gowd, for a' that.</span><br /> +<br /> +What though on homely fare we dine,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wear hodden gray and a' that,</span><br /> +Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A man's a man for a' that;</span><br /> +The honest man tho' e'er so poor,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is king o' men for a' that;</span><br /> +The rank is but the guinea's stamp,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The man's the gowd for a' that.</span><br /> +<br /> +Then let us pray that come it may,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As come it will, for a' that,</span><br /> +That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">May bear the gree, and a' that;</span><br /> +For a' that, and a' that,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It's coming yet, for a' that,</span><br /> +That man to man, the world all o'er<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall brothers be, for a' that.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +Terms explained:—<i>Gowd</i>—gold.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 7.5em"><i>Hodden</i>—homespun, or mean.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 7.5em"><i>Gree</i>—honor, or victory.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="The_Poor_Voters_Song" id="The_Poor_Voters_Song"></a>The Poor Voter’s Song.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Air, "Lucy Long."</b></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +They knew that I was poor,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And they thought that I was base;</span><br /> +They thought that I'd endure<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To be covered with disgrace;</span><br /> +They thought me of their tribe,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who on filthy lucre doat,</span><br /> +So they offered me a bribe<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For my vote, boys! my vote!</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 2em;">O shame upon my betters,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Who would my conscience buy!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">But I'll not wear their fetters,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Not I, indeed, not I!</span><br /> +<br /> +My vote? It is not mine<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To do with as I will;</span><br /> +To cast, like pearls, to swine,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To these wallowers in ill.</span><br /> +It is my country's due,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I'll give it, while I can,</span><br /> +To the honest and the true,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like a man, like a man!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">O shame, <abbr title="et cetera">&c.</abbr></span><br /> +<br /> +No, no, I'll hold my vote,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As a treasure and a trust,</span><br /> +My dishonor none shall quote,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When I'm mingled with the dust;</span><br /> +And my children when I'm gone,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall be strengthened by the thought,</span><br /> +That their father was not one<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To be bought, to be bought!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">O shame, <abbr title="et cetera">&c.</abbr></span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="The_Flying_Slave" id="The_Flying_Slave"></a>The Flying Slave.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>FROM THE BANGOR GAZETTE.</b></p> + +<p class="center"><b>AIR:—"<i>To Greece we give our shining blades</i>."</b></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +The night is dark, and keen the air,<br /> +And the Slave is flying to be free;<br /> +His parting word is one short prayer:<br /> +Oh God, but give me Liberty!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Farewell—farewell:</span><br /> +Behind I leave the whips and chains,<br /> +Before me spreads sweet Freedom's plains.<br /> +<br /> +One star shines in the heavens above<br /> +That guides him on his lonely way;—<br /> +Star of the North—how deep his love<br /> +For thee, thou star of Liberty!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Farewell—farewell:</span><br /> +Behind he leaves the whips and chains,<br /> +Before him spreads sweet Freedom's plains.<br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="For_the_Election" id="For_the_Election"></a>For the Election.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>TUNE:—'<i>Scots wha hae with Wallace bled</i>.'</b></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +Ye who know and do the right,<br /> +Ye who cherish honor bright,<br /> +Ye who worship love and light,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Choose your side to-day.</span><br /> +Succor Freedom, now you can,<br /> +Voting for an honest man;<br /> +Or you may from Slavery's span,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Pick a Polk or Clay.</span><br /> +<br /> +Boasts your vote no higher aim,<br /> +Than between two blots of shame<br /> +That would stain our country's fame,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Just to choose the least?</span><br /> +Let it sternly answer no!<br /> +Let it straight for Freedom go;<br /> +Let it swell the winds that blow<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">From the north and east.</span><br /> +<br /> +Blot!—the smaller—is a curse<br /> +Blighting conscience, honor, purse;<br /> +Give us any, give the worse,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">'Twill be less endured.</span><br /> +Freemen, is it God who wills<br /> +You to choose, of foulest ills,<br /> +That which only latest kills?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">No; he wills it cured.</span><br /> +<br /> +Do your duty, He will aid;<br /> +Dare to vote as you have prayed;<br /> +Who e'er conquered, while his blade<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Served his open foes.</span><br /> +Right established, would you see?<br /> +Feel that you yourselves are free;<br /> +Strike for that which ought to be—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">God will bless the blows.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="Hail_the_Day" id="Hail_the_Day"></a>Hail the Day!</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>AIR:—"<i>Wreathe the bowl</i>."</b></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><br /> +Hail the day</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Whose joyful ray</span><br /> +Speaks of emancipation!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The day that broke</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Oppression's yoke—</span><br /> +The birth-day of a nation!<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When England's might</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Put forth for right,</span><br /> +Achieved a fame more glorious<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Than armies tried,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Or navies' pride,</span><br /> +O'er land and sea victorious!<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Soon may we gain</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">An equal name</span><br /> +In honor's estimation!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And righteousness</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Exalt and bless</span><br /> +Our glorious happy nation!<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Brave hearts shall lend</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Strong hands to rend</span><br /> +Foul slavery's bonds asunder,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And liberty</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Her jubilee</span><br /> +Proclaim, in tones of thunder!<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">We hail afar</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Fair freedom's star,</span><br /> +Her day-star brightly glancing;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">We hear the tramp</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">From freedom's camp,</span><br /> +Assembling and advancing!<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">No noisy drum</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Nor murderous gun,</span><br /> +No deadly fiends contending;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">But love and right</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Their force unite,</span><br /> +In peaceful conflict blending.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Fair freedom's host,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">In joyful boast,</span><br /> +Unfolds her banner ample!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">With Channing's fame,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And Whittier's name,</span><br /> +And <span class="smcap">Birney's</span> bright example!<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Come join your hands</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">With freedom's bands,</span><br /> +New England's sons and daughters!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Speak your decree—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Man shall be free—</span><br /> +As mountains, winds and waters!<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And haste the day</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Whose coming ray</span><br /> +Speaks our emancipation!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Whose glorious light,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Enthroning right,</span><br /> +Shall bless and save the nation!<br /> +</p> +</div> + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><b>(From the Globe.)</b></p> + +<h2><a name="The_Ballot"></a>The Ballot.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>BY J.E. DOW.</b></p> + +<p class="center"><b>Air, "Bonnie Doon," <a href="#Page_54">page 54</a>.</b></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p><br /> +Dread sovereign, thou! the chainless <span class="smcap">will</span>—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thy source the nation's mighty heart—</span><br /> +The ballot box thy cradle still—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thou speak'st, and nineteen millions start;</span><br /> +Thy subjects, sons of noble sires;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Descendants of a patriot band—</span><br /> +Thy lights a million's household fires—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thy daily walk, my native land.</span><br /> +<br /> +And shall the safeguard of the free,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">By valor won on gory plains,</span><br /> +Become a solemn mockery<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">While freemen breathe and virtue reigns?</span><br /> +Shall liberty be bought and sold<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">By guilty creatures clothed with power?</span><br /> +Is <span class="smcap">honor</span> but a name for <span class="smcap">gold</span>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And <span class="smcap">principle a withered flower</span>?</span><br /> +<br /> +The parricide's accursed steel<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Has pierced thy sacred sovereignty;</span><br /> +And all who think, and all who feel,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Must act or never more be free.</span><br /> +No party chains shall bind us here;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">No mighty name shall turn the blow:</span><br /> +Then, wounded sovereignty, appear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And lay the base apostates low.</span><br /> +<br /> +The wretch, with hands by murder red,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">May hope for mercy at the last;</span><br /> +And he who steals a nation's bread,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">May have oblivion's statute passed.</span><br /> +But he who steals a sacred right,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And brings his native land to scorn,</span><br /> +Shall die a traitor in her sight,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With none to pity or to mourn.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="The_Spirit_of_the_Pilgrims" id="The_Spirit_of_the_Pilgrims"></a>The Spirit of the Pilgrims.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>Tune, "<a href="#BE_FREE_O_MAN_BE_FREE">Be free, Oh man, be free</a>," +<a href="#Page_134">page 134</a>.</b></p> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p><br /> +The spirit of the Pilgrims<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is spreading o'er the earth,</span><br /> +And millions now point to the land<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where Freedom had her birth:</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span>Hark! Hear ye not the earnest cry<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That peals o'er every wave?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"God above,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">In thy love,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O liberate the slave!"</span><br /> +<br /> +Ye heard of trampled Poland,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And of her sons in chains,</span><br /> +And noble thoughts flashed through your minds<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And fire flowed through your veins.</span><br /> +Then wherefore hear ye not the cry<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That breaks o'er land and sea?—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"On each plain,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Rend the chain,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And set the captive free!"</span><br /> +<br /> +Oh, think ye that our fathers,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">(That noble patriot band,)</span><br /> +Could now look down with kindling joy,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And smile upon the land?</span><br /> +Or would a trumpet-tone go forth,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And ring from shore to shore;—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"All who stand,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">In this land,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall be free for evermore!"</span><br /> +<br /> +Great God, inspire thy children,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And make thy creatures just,</span><br /> +That every galling chain may fall,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And crumble into dust:</span><br /> +That not one soul throughout the land<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our fathers died to save,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">May again,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">By fellow-men,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Be branded as a Slave!</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="What_Mean_Ye" id="What_Mean_Ye"></a>What Mean Ye?</h2> + +<p class="center"><b><span class="smcap">Tune</span>—'<i>Ortonville</i>.'</b></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +What mean ye that ye bruise and bind<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My people, saith the Lord,</span><br /> +And starve your craving brother's mind,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who asks to hear my word?</span><br /> +<br /> +What mean ye that ye make them toil;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Through long and dreary years,</span><br /> +And shed like rain upon your soil<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their blood and bitter tears?</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span>What mean ye, that ye dare to rend<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The tender mother's heart?</span><br /> +Brothers from sisters, friend from friend,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">How dare you bid them part?</span><br /> +<br /> +What mean ye when God's bounteous hand,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To you so much has given,</span><br /> +That from the slave who tills your land,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ye keep both earth and heaven?</span><br /> +<br /> +When at the judgment God shall call,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where is thy brother? say,</span><br /> +What mean ye to the Judge of all<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To answer on that day?</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="Hymn_for_Children" id="Hymn_for_Children"></a>Hymn for Children.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>AIR:—"<i>Miss Lucy Long</i>."</b></p> + +<p class="center"><b>BY W.S. ABBOTT.</b></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +While we are happy here,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In joy and peace and love,</span><br /> +We'll raise our hearts, with holy fear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To thee, great God, above.</span><br /> +<br /> +God of our infant hours!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The music of our tongues,</span><br /> +The worship of our nobler powers,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To thee, to thee belongs.</span><br /> +<br /> +The little, trembling slave<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall feel our sympathy;</span><br /> +O God! arise with might to save,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And set the captive free.</span><br /> +<br /> +No parent's holy care<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Provides for him repose,</span><br /> +But oft the hot and briny tear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In sorrow freely flows.</span><br /> +<br /> +The God of Abraham praise;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The curse he will remove;</span><br /> +The slave shall welcome happy days,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With liberty and love.</span><br /> +<br /> +Pray without ceasing, pray,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ye saints of God Most High,</span><br /> +That all who hail this glorious day,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">May have their liberty.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="Liberty_Glee" id="Liberty_Glee"></a>Liberty Glee.</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>TUNE:—"<i>The Pirate's Glee</i>."</b></p> + +<div class="cpoems"> +<p> +<br /> +March on! march on! we love the Liberty flag,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That's waving o'er our land;</span><br /> +As fearless as the eagle soaring<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O'er the cloud-capped mountain crag,</span><br /> +Slavery in terror flies before us;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We fling our banner to the blast;</span><br /> +It there shall float triumphant o'er us,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We will defend it to the last.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">March on! march on, <abbr title="et cetera">&c.</abbr></span><br /> +<br /> +Vote on! vote on, we hail the Liberty flag,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That leads us on our way;</span><br /> +We'll boldly vote, our country saving,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And bravely conquer while we may.</span><br /> +The world is up—for freedom moving,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The thunders' distant roar we hear—</span><br /> +From land to land the free are calling,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And slaves with joy and rapture hear.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Vote on! vote on, <abbr title="et cetera">&c.</abbr></span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="March_on_March_on" id="March_on_March_on"></a>March on! March on!</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>TUNE:—"<i>The Pirate's Glee</i>."</b></p> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<br /> +March on! march on, ye friends of freedom for all,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For truth and right contend;</span><br /> +Be ever ready at humanity's call,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till tyrant's power shall end.</span><br /> +The proud slave-holders rule the nation,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The people's groans are loud and long;</span><br /> +Arouse, ye men, in every station,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And join to crush the power of wrong.—March on, etc.</span><br /> +<br /> +Fight on! fight on, ye brave till victory's won,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And justice shall prevail;</span><br /> +Till all shall feel the rays of liberty's sun,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Streaming o'er hill and dale.</span><br /> +The tyrants know their guilt and tremble,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The glowing light of truth they fear;</span><br /> +Then let them all their hosts assemble,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Slavery's dreadful sentence hear.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Fight on! fight on, <abbr title="et cetera">&c.</abbr></span><br /> +<br /> +Roll on! roll on, ye brave, the liberty car,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our country's name to save;</span><br /> +Soon shall our land be known to nations afar,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As the home of the free and brave.</span><br /> +The voice of freemen loud hath spoken,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A brighter day we soon shall see;</span><br /> +When Slavery's chains shall all be broken,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And all the captive millions free.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Roll on, roll on, <abbr title="et cetera">&c.</abbr></span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="INDEX" id="INDEX"></a>INDEX.</h2> + +<hr /> + +<p class="notes"><i>Transcriber's Note:</i> The original order of the entries in this index +has been preserved.</p> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="index"> +<tbody> +<tr><td> </td><td class="right"><span class="smcap">Page</span></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#AM_I_NOT_A_MAN_AND_BROTHER">Am I not a Man and Brother?</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_56">56</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Am_I_not_a_Sister">Am I not a Sister?</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_57">57</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#THE_AFRICS_DREAM">Afric's Dream</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_20">20</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#A_BEACON_HAS_BEEN_LIGHTED">A Beacon has been lighted</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_74">74</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#A_VISION4">A vision</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_142">142</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#ARE_YE_TRULY_FREE">Are ye truly Free?</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_126">126</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#A_TRIBUTE_TO_DEPARTED_WORTH5">A Tribute to departed worth</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_152">152</a></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td><td class="right"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#BROTHERS_BE_BRAVE_FOR_THE_PINING_SLAVE">Brothers be Brave for the pining Slave</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_26">26</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#THE_BLIND_SLAVE_BOY">Blind Slave Boy</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_37">37</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#THE_BEREAVED_FATHER">Bereaved Father</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_10">10</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Birney_and_Liberty">Birney and Liberty</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_129">129</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#THE_BALLOT-BOX">Ballot-Box</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_130">130</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#BE_FREE_O_MAN_BE_FREE">Be free! O man, be free!</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_134">134</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#BREAK_EVERY_YOKE">Break every yoke</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_159">159</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Be_kind_to_each_other">Be kind to each other</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_166">166</a></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td><td class="right"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#COMFORT_IN_AFFLICTION">Comfort in affliction</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_44">44</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#THE_CLARION_OF_FREEDOM">Clarion of Freedom</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_80">80</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#COME_JOIN_THE_ABOLITIONISTS">Come join the Abolitionists</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_96">96</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#COMFORT_FOR_THE_BONDMAN">Comfort for the bondmen</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_108">108</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Come_and_see_the_Works_of_God">Come and see the works of God</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_109">109</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Christian_Mother">Christian Mother</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_131">131</a></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td><td class="right"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Domestic_Bliss">Domestic Bliss</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_31">31</a></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td><td class="right"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#EMANCIPATION_SONG">Emancipation Song</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_146">146</a></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td><td class="right"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#THE_FUGITIVE_SLAVE_TO_THE_CHRISTIAN">Fugitive Slave to the Christian</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_34">34</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#FOURTH_OF_JULY">Fourth of July</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_88">88</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#FREEDOMS_GATHERING">Freedom's Gathering</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_164">164</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Friend_of_the_Friendless">Friend of the Friendless</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_103">103</a></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td><td class="right"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#GONE_SOLD_AND_GONE">Gone! gone, sold and gone</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_5">5</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#GET_OFF_THE_TRACK">Get off the Track</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_144">144</a></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td><td class="right"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#HEARD_YE_THAT_CRY">Heard ye that Cry?</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_48">48</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#How_long_O_how_long">How long! O, how long!</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_33">33</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#HARK_I_HEAR_A_SOUND_OF_ANGUISH">Hark! I hear a sound of anguish</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_24">24</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Hail_the_Day">Hail the day!</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_180">180</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#HARK_A_VOICE_FROM_HEAVEN">Hark! a voice from Heaven</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_110">110</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Holy_Freedom">Holy freedom</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_120">120</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#HARBINGER_OF_LIBERTY">Harbinger of Liberty</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_148">148</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Hymn_for_Children">Hymn for Children</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_183">183</a></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td><td class="right"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#I_would_not_live_alway">I would not live alway</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_59">59</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#I_AM_MONARCH_OF_NOUGHT_I_SURVEY">I am Monarch of nought I survey</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_18">18</a></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td><td class="right"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#LIBERTY_BATTLE-SONG">Liberty battle Song</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_128">128</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Light_of_Truth">Light of Truth</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_149">149</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Liberty_Glee">Liberty Glee</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_184">184</a></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td><td class="right"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Manhood">Manhood</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_178">178</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#MY_CHILD_IS_GONE">My child is gone</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_43">43</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#MARCH_TO_THE_BATTLEFIELD">March to the Battle-field</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_115">115</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Myron_Holley">Myron Holly</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_77">77</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#March_on_March_on">March on! march on!</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_184">184</a></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td><td class="right"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#NEGRO_BOY_SOLD_FOR_A_WATCH1">Negro Boy sold for a watch</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_16">16</a></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td><td class="right"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#O_PITY_THE_SLAVE_MOTHER">O Pity the Slave Mother</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_32">32</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#OUR_PILGRIM_FATHERS">Our Pilgrim Fathers</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_60">60</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#OUR_COUNTRYMEN_IN_CHAINS">Our Countrymen in chains!</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_76">76</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#On_to_Victory">On to Victory</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_83">83</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#OUR_COUNTRYMEN_ARE_DYING">Our Countrymen are dying</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_94">94</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Oh_Charity">O Charity!</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_101">101</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Oft_in_the_Chilly_Night">Oft in the chilly night</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_117">117</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#ODE_TO_JAMES_G_BIRNEY">Ode to James G. Birney</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_150">150</a></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td><td class="right"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#PRAYER_FOR_THE_SLAVE">Prayer for the Slave</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_52">52</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#PILGRIM_SONG">Pilgrim Song</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_86">86</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#PRAISE_AND_PRAYER">Praise and Prayer</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_167">167</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#The_Poor_Voters_Song">Poor Voter's Song</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_178">178</a></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td><td class="right"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#THE_QUADROON_MAIDEN">Quadroon Maiden</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_29">29</a></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td><td class="right"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Remembering_that_God_is_just">Remembering God is just</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_53">53</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#RISE_FREEMEN_RISE">Rise! Freeman rise!</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_73">73</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#ROUSE_UP_NEW_ENGLAND">Rouse up, New England!</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_70">70</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Remember_Me">Remember me</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_73">73</a></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td><td class="right"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Sleep_on_my_Child">Sleep on, my Child</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_49">49</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#SONG_OF_THE_COFFLE_GANG2">Song of the Coffle gang</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_22">22</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#SLAVES_WRONGS">Slave's Wrongs</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_40">40</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#STANZAS_FOR_THE_TIMES">Stanzas for the times</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_63">63</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#The_Slave_Boys_Wish">Slave Boy's Wish</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_9">9</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#SLAVE_GIRL_MOURNING_HER_FATHER">Slave Girl mourning her Father</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_12">12</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#The_Slave_and_her_Babe">Slave Mother and her babe</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_13">13</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#STRIKE_FOR_LIBERTY">Strike for liberty</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_82">82</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Sing_Me_a_Triumph_Song">Sing me a triumph Song</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_91">91</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#SONG_OF_THE_FREE">Song of the Free</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_118">118</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#STOLEN_WE_WERE">Stolen we were</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_140">140</a></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td><td class="right"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#THE_LAW_OF_LOVE">The law of love</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_100">100</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#THE_FUGITIVE">The fugitive</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_54">54</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#The_Poor_Little_Slave">The poor little slave</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_45">45</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#THE_BEREAVED_MOTHER">The Bereaved Mother</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_46">46</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#THE_NEGROS_APPEAL">The Negro's appeal</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_14">14</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#The_Strength_of_Tyranny">The Strength of tyranny</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_36">36</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#TO_THOSE_I_LOVE">To those I Love</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_66">66</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#The_Bondman">The Bondman</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_87">87</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#THE_MAN_FOR_ME">The man for me</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_84">84</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#THE_MERCY_SEAT">The Mercy-Seat</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_102">102</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#THE_PLEASANT_LAND_WE_LOVE">The pleasant land we love</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_112">112</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#The_Freed_Slave">The freed Slave</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_114">114</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#The_Liberty_Flag">The Liberty Flag</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_114">114</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#THE_LIBERTY_PARTY">The Liberty party</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_132">132</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#THE_LAST_NIGHT_OF_SLAVERY">The last night of Slavery</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_136">136</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#THE_LITTLE_SLAVE_GIRL">The Little Slave Girl</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_138">138</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#THE_LIBERTY_VOTERS_SONG">The Liberty Voter's Song</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_154">154</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#THE_LIBERTY_BALL">The Liberty Ball</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_156">156</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#The_Trumpet_of_Freedom">The Trumpet of Freedom</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_157">157</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#THE_SLAVES_LAMENTATION">The Slave's Lamentation</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_168">168</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#THE_STRANGER_AND_HIS_FRIEND">The Stranger and his Friend</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_170">170</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Thats_my_Country">That's my Country</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_127">127</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#The_Flying_Slave">The flying Slave</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_179">179</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#For_the_Election">The Election</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_180">180</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#The_Ballot">The Ballot</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_181">181</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#The_Spirit_of_the_Pilgrims">The Spirit of the Pilgrims</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_181">181</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#THE_BALLOT-BOX">The Ballot-Box</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_130">130</a></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td><td class="right"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#VOICE_OF_NEW_ENGLAND_AGAINST_SLAVERY">Voice of New England</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_78">78</a></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td><td class="right"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#WAKE_SONS_OF_THE_PILGRIMS">Wake sons of the Pilgrims</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_92">92</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#WHAT_MEANS_THAT_SAD_AND_DISMAL_LOOK">What means that sad and dismal Look</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_8">8</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#WERE_COMING_WERE_COMING">We're coming, We're coming</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_68">68</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#WAKE_SONS_OF_THE_PILGRIMS">Wake, Sons of the Pilgrims</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_92">92</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#WE_ARE_COME_ALL_COME">We are Come, all Come</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_99">99</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#WERE_FOR_FREEDOM_THROUGH_THE_LAND">We're for Freedom through the Land</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_173">173</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#WE_ARE_ALL_CHILDREN_OF_ONE_PARENT">We are all children of one Parent</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_167">167</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#WAKE_YE_NUMBERS">Wake, Ye Numbers</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_104">104</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#What_Mean_Ye">What mean ye, that ye bruise and bind?</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_182">182</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#We_ask_not_Martial_Glory">We ask not Martial Glory</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_95">95</a></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td><td class="right"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#YE_HERALDS_OF_FREEDOM">Ye Heralds of Freedom</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_58">58</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#YE_SPIRITS_OF_THE_FREE">Ye spirits of the Free</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_90">90</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#YE_SONS_OF_FREEMEN">Ye Sons of Freemen</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_121">121</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#THE_YANKEE_GIRL">Yankee Girl</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_160">160</a></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td><td class="right"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#ZAZA_THE_FEMALE_SLAVE">Zaza</a></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_50">50</a></td></tr> +</tbody> +</table> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>FOOTNOTES</h2> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a title="Return to text." href="#Anchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> An African prince having arrived in England, and having +been asked what he had given for his watch, answered, "What I will +never give again—I gave a fine boy for it."</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_2" id="Footnote_2_2"></a><a title="Return to text." href="#Anchor_2_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> This song is said to be sung by Slaves, as they are +chained in gangs, when parting from friends for the far off +South—children taken from parents, husbands from wives, and brothers +from sisters.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_3" id="Footnote_3_3"></a><a title="Return to text." href="#Anchor_3_3"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> Clay's body servant.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_4_4" id="Footnote_4_4"></a><a title="Return to text." href="#Anchor_4_4"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> Scene in the nether world—purporting to be a +conversation between the departed ghost of a Southern slaveholding +clergyman, and the devil!</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_5_5" id="Footnote_5_5"></a><a title="Return to text." href="#Anchor_5_5"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> As sung by G.W.C. at the erection of the monument to the +memory of Myron Holley, Mount Hope, Rochester. It may be sung as a +Dirge.</p></div> + + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Liberty Minstrel, by George W. Clark + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE LIBERTY MINSTREL *** + +***** This file should be named 22089-h.htm or 22089-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/2/2/0/8/22089/ + +Produced by Carlo Traverso, collective PM for music, Linda +Cantoni, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +http://www.pgdp.net. 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= "Words by Mrs. Sigourney." + composer = "Music by G. W. C." + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +words = \lyricmode { + We have a good -- ly clime, Broad + vales and streams we boast; Our + moun -- tain fron -- tiers frown sub -- lime, + Old O -- cean guards our coast. +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 2/4 + \key d \major + \autoBeamOff + \stemUp + + \partial 4 <fs a>4 | + <fs a> <fs a> | + <a d> <fs a> | + <e a>2( fs4) r8 <fs a> | + + \break + <fs a>4 <fs a> | + <a cs> <fs d'> | + <fs d'>2( <e cs'>4) r8 <fs a> | + + \break + <fs a>4 <fs a> | + <fs a d> <g b> | + <g b> <fs a> | + <d fs>2^\fermata | + + \break + r4 r8 <fs a> | + <fs d'>4 <fs a> | + <fs a>4. <e g>8 | + <d fs>2 \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \time 2/4 + \key d \major + \autoBeamOff + \override Stem #'neutral-direction = #up + + d4 | + d4 d | + d d | + a2( d4) r8 d8 | + + \break + \stemDown d4 d | + \stemUp cs \stemDown d | + a'2( a4) r8 d,8 | + + \break + d4 d | + d e | + e d | + d2^\fermata | + + \break + r4 r8 d8 | + d4 fs | + a4. \stemUp a,8 | + d2 +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \words } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 120 4 ) }} + } + diff --git a/22089-h/music/4thJuly.midi b/22089-h/music/4thJuly.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..0d2820d --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/4thJuly.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/4thJuly.pdf b/22089-h/music/4thJuly.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..dec2a64 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/4thJuly.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/africs.ly b/22089-h/music/africs.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..fc2250b --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/africs.ly @@ -0,0 +1,102 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "THE AFRIC'S DREAM." + poet = "Words by Miss Chandler." + composer = "\"Emigrant's Lament,\" arranged by G. W. C." + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +words = \lyricmode { + + Why did ye wake me from my sleep? It was a + dream of bliss, And ye have torn me from that land, to + pine a -- gain in this; Me -- thought, be -- neath yon whis -- pering tree, That + I was laid to rest, The turf, with all its + + with -- 'ring flowers, up -- on my cold heart pressed. +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \key c \major + \time 4/4 + \autoBeamOff + \stemUp + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + + + \partial 4 <e g>4 | + <e g>8 <e g> <f a> <e g> <e c'>( <c e>4) <d fs>8 | + <e g>4 r8 <e g> <f a>4 <a c> | + + \break + <f d'>8[ <e c'>] <f a>4 <e g>\fermata <c e>8[ <d f>] | + <e g>4 <g e'> <e c'>4. <e c'>8 | + <f d'>[ <e c'>] <f a>4 <e g>4. <e g>8 | + + \break + <f a>4 <a c> <f d'>8.[ <e c'>16] <d b'>4 | + <e c'>2 r4 <e g c> | + <d g b> <f b d> <f b d>4. <f b d>8 | + <a c>4 <g c e> <e g>4. <e g>8 + + \break + <f a>4 <a c> <d f>8[ <c e>] <b d>[ <a cs>] | + <b d>2 r4 <e, g>4 | + <e g>4. <e g>8 <f a>4 <e g> + + \break + <e c'>8( <c e>4) <d fs>8 <e g>4. <e g>8 | + <f a>8.[ <g b>16] <a c>4 <f d'>8.[ <e c'>16] <d b'>4 | + <e c'>2. \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \key c \major + \autoBeamOff + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + + \partial 4 c4 | + c8 c c c c4. c8 | + c4 r8 c8 f4 f | + + f4 f c\fermata c | + c c c4. c8 | + f4 f c4. c8 | + + f4 f g g | + c,2 r4 g' | + g g g4. g8 | + c,4 c c4. c8 | + + f4 f f fs | + g2 r4 c,4 | + c4. c8 c4 c + + c4. b8 c4. c8 | + f4 f g g | + c,2. \bar "|." +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \words } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 100 4 ) }} + } + diff --git a/22089-h/music/africs.midi b/22089-h/music/africs.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..856c986 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/africs.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/africs.pdf b/22089-h/music/africs.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..ee13995 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/africs.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/areyetrulyfree.ly b/22089-h/music/areyetrulyfree.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2efc41d --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/areyetrulyfree.ly @@ -0,0 +1,119 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "ARE YE TRULY FREE?" + poet = "Words by J.R. Lowell." + composer = "Air, \"Martyn.\"" + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +leftbrace = \markup {\override #'(font-encoding . fetaBraces) \lookup #"brace140" } + +rightbrace = \markup {\rotate #180 \leftbrace } + +lineOne = \lyricmode { + Men! whose boast it is that ye + Come of fa -- thers brave and free; +} + +lineTwo = \lyricmode { + If there breathe on earth a slave, + Are ye tru -- ly free and \markup{ "brave?" \hspace #1.0 \raise #3 \rightbrace } + If ye do not feel the chain, + When it works a broth -- er's pain. +} + +lineThree = \lyricmode { + Are ye not base slaves in -- deed, + Men un -- wor -- thy to be freed? +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 6/4 + \key f \major + \autoBeamOff + \stemUp + + \tag #'main { \repeat volta 2 { + <f a>2 <f a>4 <f a>2 \voiceOne << { f4 } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo f4 \oneVoice } >> \oneVoice | + <e g>2 <e g>4 <e g>2 r4 | + <f a>2 <f a>4 \stemUp <a c>2 \stemNeutral <g bf>4 | + + \break + <f a>2. <e g>2. | + \voiceOne << { f2. ~ f2 } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo f2. ~ f2 \oneVoice } >> \oneVoice r4 | + } } + \tag #'toDC { + <f c'>2 <f c'>4 <f c'>2 <f c'>4 | + <f d'>2. <f d'>2. | + + \break + <f c'>2. ~ <f c'>2 r4 | + \stemUp <a c>2 <a c>4 <a c>2 <a c>4 | + <bf d>2. <bf d>2. | + <a c>2. ~ <a c>2 r4 \bar "|." + } +} + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \time 6/4 + \key f \major + \autoBeamOff + + \tag #'main { \repeat volta 2 { + <f c'>2 <f c'>4 <f c'>2 <f a>4 | + <c c'>2 <c c'>4 <c c'>2 r4 | + <f c'>2 <f c'>4 <f c'>2 <bf, bf' d>4 | + + \break + <c c'>2. <c bf'>2. | + <f a>2. ~ <f a>2 r4 | + } } + \tag #'toDC { + <f a>2 <f a>4 <f a>2 <f a>4 | + <bf, bf'>2. <bf bf'>2. | + + \break + <f' a>2. ~ <f a>2 r4 | + f2 f4 f2 f4 | + bf,2. bf2. | + f'2. ~ f2 r4 | + } +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \lineOne } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \lineTwo } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \lineThree } + >> + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + \context { \Score \remove "Mark_engraver" } + \context { \Staff \consists "Mark_engraver" } + } +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \unfoldRepeats \treble \keepWithTag #'main \treble } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \unfoldRepeats \bass \keepWithTag #'main \bass } + >> + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 100 2 ) }} +} + +%%Transcriber's Notes: + +%%A second score is provided to unfold the repeats and generate the midi.
\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/22089-h/music/areyetrulyfree.midi b/22089-h/music/areyetrulyfree.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..0234cca --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/areyetrulyfree.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/areyetrulyfree.pdf b/22089-h/music/areyetrulyfree.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..7d5b456 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/areyetrulyfree.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/ballotbox.ly b/22089-h/music/ballotbox.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..70e1e4c --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/ballotbox.ly @@ -0,0 +1,127 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "THE BALLOT-BOX." + composer = "Air--from \"Lincoln.\"" + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +verseone = \lyricmode { + Free -- dom's con -- se -- cra -- ted \set ignoreMelismata = ##t dow -- \unset ignoreMelismata er, Cas -- ket + of a price -- less gem! No -- bler her -- it -- age of \set ignoreMelismata = ##t pow -- \unset ignoreMelismata er, + Than im -- pe -- rial di -- a -- dem! Cor -- ner -- stone, on which was + reared, Lib -- er -- ty's tri -- um -- phal dome, When her + glor -- i -- ous form \set ignoreMelismata = ##t ap -- \unset ignoreMelismata peared, 'Midst our own Green Moun -- tain home. +} + +versetwo = \lyricmode { + Guard it, Free -- men! guard it well, Spot -- less + as your maid -- en's fame! Nev -- er let your chil -- dren tell + Of your weak -- ness, of your shame; That their fa -- thers base -- ly + sold, What was bought with blood and toil, That you + bar -- tered right for gold, Here, on Free -- dom's sa -- cred soil. +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \key ef \major + \time 2/4 + \autoBeamOff + \stemUp + + <ef g>4. <ef g>8 | + <ef g>8 <ef g>8 <ef g>8 <ef g>8 | + <g bf>4( <f af>8) r8 | + <d f>4. <d f>8 | + + \break + <d f>8 <d f>8 <d f>8 <d f>8 | + <ef g>2 | + <ef g>4. <ef g>8 | + <ef g>8 <ef g>8 <ef g>8 <ef g>8 | + <g bf>4( <f af>8) r8 | + + \break + <d f>4. <d f>8 | + <d f>8 <d f>8 <d f>8 <d f>8 | + ef2 | + <bf' ef>4. <bf ef>8 | + <bf ef>8 <bf ef>8 <bf ef>8 <bf ef>8 | + + \break + \grace ef4( <bf d>2) | + <f c'>4. <f c'>8 | + <f c'>8 <f c'>8 <f c'>8 <af c>8 | + <g bf>2 | + ef4. <d f>8 | + + \break + <ef g>8 <f af>8 <g bf>8 <af c>8 | + \voiceOne << { d4( ef8) } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo bf4. \oneVoice } >> \oneVoice r8| + \stemUp <f f'>4. <f f'>8 | + <ef bf'>4 <af ef'>4 | + <g ef'>4 <f d'>4 | + <g ef'>2 \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \key ef \major + \time 2/4 + \autoBeamOff + + ef4. ef8 | + ef8 ef8 ef8 ef8 | + bf4. r8 | + bf4. bf8 | + + \break + bf8 bf8 bf8 bf8 | + ef2 | + ef4. ef8 | + ef8 ef8 ef8 ef8 | + bf4. r8 | + + \break + bf4. bf8 | + bf8 bf8 bf8 bf8 | + ef2 | + ef4. ef8 | + ef8 ef8 ef8 ef8 | + + \break + g2 | + af4. af8 | + af8 af8 af8 af8 | + ef2 | + ef4. bf8 | + + \break + ef8 ef8 ef8 ef8 | + bf4( ef8) r8 | + af4. af8 | + g4 c4 | + bf4 bf,4 | + ef2 | +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \verseone } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \versetwo } + >> + + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 100 4 ) }} +} diff --git a/22089-h/music/ballotbox.midi b/22089-h/music/ballotbox.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..53d8c9c --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/ballotbox.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/ballotbox.pdf b/22089-h/music/ballotbox.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..61f4c9b --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/ballotbox.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/beacon.ly b/22089-h/music/beacon.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d06bc54 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/beacon.ly @@ -0,0 +1,151 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "A BEACON HAS BEEN LIGHTED." + poet = "Parody by G.W.C." + composer = "Air, \"Blue-eyed Mary.\"" + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + + +leftbrace = \markup {\override #'(font-encoding . fetaBraces) \lookup #"brace140" } + +rightbrace = \markup {\rotate #180 \leftbrace } + +verseone = \lyricmode { + A bea -- con has been light -- ed, Bright as the noon -- day + sun; On worlds of mind be -- night -- ed, Its + rays are pour -- ing down; +} + +versetwo = \lyricmode { + Full many a shrine of er -- ror, And many a deed of + shame, Dis -- mayed, has shrunk in ter -- ror, Be -- + fore the light -- ed flame. + + \once \override LyricText #'self-alignment-X = #0.6 + \markup{ \raise #3 \rightbrace " Vic"} -- to -- rious, on, vic -- + to -- rious! Proud bea -- con on -- ward haste; Till + floods of light all glo -- rious, Il -- lume the mor -- al + waste, Il -- lume the mor -- al waste. + + + +} + + +treble = \relative c' { + \key f \major + \time 6/8 + \clef treble + \autoBeamOff + \stemUp + + \repeat volta 2 { \partial 8 <f a>16[ <g bf>] | + <a c>4 <a c>8 <a c>[ <c f> ] <bf d> | + <a c>4. <f a>4 <a c>8 | + <a c>8[ <g bf>] <g bf> <e g>[ <f a>] <g bf> | + + \break + <bf d>4.( <a c>8) r <f a>16[ <g bf>] | + <a c>4 <a c>8 <a c>[ <c f>] <bf d> | + <a c>4. <f a>4 <f a>8 | + + \break + <g bf>4 <g bf>8 <e g>4 <e g>8 | + f4. ~ f4 } + \repeat volta 2 { \override TextScript #'padding = #1.0 <f a>8^\markup{\bold "Chorus." } | + <e g>[ <f a>] <g bf> <e g>[ <f a>] <g bf> | + + \break + <a c>4. <f a>4 <f a>8 | + <e g>[ <f a>] <g bf> <e g>[ <f a>] <g bf> | + <a c>4. r4 <f a>16[ <g bf>] | + + \break + <a c>4 <a c>8 <a c>[ <c f>] <bf d> | + <a c>4. <f a>4 \override Score.VoltaBracket #'stencil = ##f } + \alternative {{ <f a>8 | + <g bf>4 <g bf>8 <e g>4 <e g>8 | + \break + f4. ~ f4 } + + { <a f'>8^\markup{ \bold "Last time." } | + <bf g'>4 <bf g'>8 <g e'>4 <g e'>8 | + <a f'>4. ~ <a f'>4 }} \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \key f \major + \time 6/8 + \clef bass + \autoBeamOff + + + \repeat volta 2 { \partial 8 f8 | + f4 f8 f4 f8 | + f4. f4 f8 | + c4 c8 c4 c8 | + + f4. ~ f8 r f | + f4 f8 f4 f8 | + f4. f4 f8 | + + c4 c8 c4 c8 | + f4. ~ f4 } + \repeat volta 2 { f8 | + c4 c8 c4 c8 | + + f4. f4 f8 | + c4 c8 c4 c8 | + f4. r4 f8 | + + f4 f8 f4 f8 | + f4. f4 } + \alternative { { f8 | + c4 c8 c4 c8 | + f4. ~ f4 } + + { f8 | + c4 c8 c4 c8 | + f4. ~ f4 } } \bar "|." +} + + + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \verseone } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \versetwo } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } +} + + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \unfoldRepeats \treble } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \unfoldRepeats \bass } + >> + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 120 4 ) }} + +} + +%%Transcriber's Notes: + +%%Standard volta style repeats with alternative endings are used; however, the printing of the volta brackets has been suppressed to create an effect matching the original image. + +%%A separate score block has been added to unfold the repeats and alternatives, and to generate the midi.
\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/22089-h/music/beacon.midi b/22089-h/music/beacon.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..9838ee9 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/beacon.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/beacon.pdf b/22089-h/music/beacon.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..5949027 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/beacon.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/befree.ly b/22089-h/music/befree.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3e0d40c --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/befree.ly @@ -0,0 +1,125 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "BE FREE, O MAN, BE FREE." + poet = "Words by Mary H. Maxwell." + composer = "Music by G.W.C." + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +leftbrace = \markup {\override #'(font-encoding . fetaBraces) \lookup #"brace140" } + +rightbrace = \markup {\rotate #180 \leftbrace } + +lineOne = \lyricmode { + The storm -- winds wild -- ly \set ignoreMelismata = ##t blow -- \unset ignoreMelismata ing, The burst -- ing bill -- ows + mock, +} + +lineTwo = \lyricmode { + As, with their foam -- crests \set ignoreMelismata = ##t glow -- \unset ignoreMelismata ing, They dash the sea -- girt + \markup{ "rock;" \hspace #2.0 \raise #3 \rightbrace } + A -- mid the wild com -- \set ignoreMelismata = ##t mo -- \unset ignoreMelismata tion, The + rev -- el of the sea, A voice is on the + \set ignoreMelismata = ##t o -- \unset ignoreMelismata cean, Be free, O man, be free. +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 2/4 + \key ef \major + \autoBeamOff + \stemUp + + \repeat volta 2 { + \partial 8*1 <g' bf>8 | + <bf ef>8. <g bf>16 <g bf>8 <ef g> | + <f af>8( <g bf>4) <ef g>8 | + <f af>8. <d f>16 \voiceOne << { ef8 d } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo \autoBeamOff ef8 d \oneVoice } >> \oneVoice | + + \break + \partial 8*2 \stemUp ef4^\fermata + } + \partial 8*1 <ef g>8 | + <g bf> <ef g> <g bf> <ef g> | + <f af>16( <af c>4.) <g bf>16 | + + \break + <g bf>4. <ef g>8 | + <g ef'>4. <ef g>8 | + <f bf>4.^\fermata <g bf>8 | + <bf ef>8. <g bf>16 <g bf>8 <ef g> | + + \break + <ef af>16( <g bf>4.^\fermata) <ef g>16 | + <f af>8 <d f> <bf ef>8. <bf d>16 + \partial 8*3 <bf ef>4.^\fermata \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \time 2/4 + \key ef \major + \autoBeamOff + + \repeat volta 2 { + \partial 8*1 ef8 | + ef8. ef16 ef8 ef | + bf8 ~ bf4 ef8 | + bf8. bf16 bf8 bf + + \break + \partial 8*2 ef4^\fermata + } + + \partial 8*1 ef8 | + ef ef ef ef | + af,16 ~ af4. ef'16 | + + \break + ef4. ef8 | + ef4. ef8 | + bf4.^\fermata ef8 | + ef8. ef16 ef8 ef | + + \break + bf16 ~ bf4.^\fermata ef16 | + af,8 af bf8. bf16 + \partial 8*3 ef4.^\fermata +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \lineOne } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \lineTwo } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } +} + +\score { + \unfoldRepeats { + << + \context Staff = upper << + \context Voice = upper \treble + >> + \context Staff = lower << + \context Voice = lower \bass + >> + >> + } + \midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 92 4 ) }} +} + +%%Transcriber's Note: + +%%A second score block is provided to unfold the repeat and generate the midi.
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With all your shouts of mirth; A si -- lence + is with -- in my walls, A dark -- ness round my + hearth, A dark -- ness round my hearth. +} + +trebleOne = \relative c'' { + \clef treble + \key d \minor + \time 3/4 + \autoBeamOff + + \partial 4. a8 a8. a16 | a4. a8 bf a | \break + c4. a8 a a | a2 a4 | a4.\fermata a8 a a | \break + g4. g8 a g | c4. f,8 f f | a2 g4 | \break + f4.. a16 a8 a | a2 g4 | <f a>2 \bar "|." +} + +trebleTwo = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \key d \minor + \time 3/4 + \autoBeamOff + + \partial 4. a'8 a8. a16 | c4. c8 d c | + a4. d8 d e | d2 cs4 | d4.\fermata d8 f f | + c4. c8 d c | a4. a8 a a | c2 bf4 | + a4.. d16 d8 e | d2 cs4 | d2 \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \key d \minor + \time 3/4 + \autoBeamOff + + \partial 4. f8 f8. f16 | f4. f8 f f | + f4. d8 d d | d2 a'4 | d,4.\fermata d8 d d | + c4. c8 a c | f4. d8 d d | f2 e4 | + d4.. d16 d8 d | a2 a4 | d2 \bar "|." +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upperOne" \new Voice = "trebleOne" { \trebleOne } + \new Staff = "upperTwo" \new Voice = "trebleTwo" { \trebleTwo } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "trebleTwo" { \words } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 72 4 ) }} + +} + + diff --git a/22089-h/music/bereavedfather.midi b/22089-h/music/bereavedfather.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..98ad951 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/bereavedfather.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/bereavedfather.pdf b/22089-h/music/bereavedfather.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..efff73b --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/bereavedfather.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/bereavedmother.ly b/22089-h/music/bereavedmother.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..04ab685 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/bereavedmother.ly @@ -0,0 +1,61 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "THE BEREAVED MOTHER." + composer = "Air, \"Kathleen O'Moore.\"" + poet = "Words by Jesse Hutchinson." + source = "Liberty Minstrel" + tagline = "" +} + +words = \lyricmode { + + Oh deep was the an -- guish of the + slave mo -- ther's heart, When called from her dar -- ling for + ev -- er to part; So grieved that lone mo -- ther, that + heart bro -- ken mo -- ther, In sor -- row and woe. +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \key a \major + \time 6/8 + \stemUp + \autoBeamOff + + \partial 8 <cs e>8 | <cs a'>8. <e b'>16 <cs a'>8 <cs a'> <e gs> <cs a'>16 <e a> | \break + <gs b>8. <gs b>16 <gs b>8 <gs b> r8 <cs, a'>16[ <e b'>] | <a cs>8. <gs d'>16 <a cs>8 <a cs> <e b'> <cs a'> \break + <gs' b> <a cs> <gs b> <gs b>[ a] <gs b> | <e cs'>8. <e d'>16 <a cs>8 <e b'>16 <fs a>8. <gs b>8 | \break + <a cs> <gs b> <e a> <d b'> <cs a'> <d fs> | <cs e >4( <e cs'>8) <gs b>4 <a cs>16[ <gs b>] | a4. ~ a4 \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \key a \major + \time 6/8 + \clef bass + \autoBeamOff + + \partial 8 a8 | cs8. \stemUp d16 d8 \stemNeutral e e a16 a | + e8. e16 e8 e r8 e16[ e] | e8. e16 e8 a gs a | + e e e e4 e8 | a8. a16 a8 e16 fs8. e8 | + a,8 b cs e e b | e4( e8) e4 e8 | a,4. ~ a4 \bar "|." +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \words } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 100 8 ) }} + } + diff --git a/22089-h/music/bereavedmother.midi b/22089-h/music/bereavedmother.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..3094480 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/bereavedmother.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/bereavedmother.pdf b/22089-h/music/bereavedmother.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..5e7adc7 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/bereavedmother.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/blindslaveboy.ly b/22089-h/music/blindslaveboy.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0fde8ae --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/blindslaveboy.ly @@ -0,0 +1,101 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "THE BLIND SLAVE BOY." + composer = "Music arranged from Sweet Afton." + poet = "Words by Mrs. Dr. Bailey." + source = "Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +words = \lyricmode { + Come back to me moth -- er! why lin -- ger a -- + way From thy poor little blind boy, the long wea -- ry + day! I mark eve -- ry foot -- step, I list to each + tone, And won -- der my moth -- er should leave me a -- + lone! \set ignoreMelismata = ##t There are voi -- ces of sor -- row, and _ + voi -- ces of glee, But there's no one to joy or to + sor -- _ row _ with _ me; For _ each hath of _ + pleas -- ure and trou -- ble his share, And _ + none for the poor lit -- tle blind boy will care. +} + + +treble = \relative c' { + \key bf \major + \time 3/4 + \autoBeamOff + \stemUp + + \partial 4 <d f>4 | <d bf'> <d bf'> <f d'>8[ <ef c'>] | <d bf'> \grace bf'8 <d, bf'>4. <d f>4 | <ef g> <g bf> <ef g> | \break + + <d f>2 <d f>8[ <d f>] | <d bf'>4 <d bf'> <a' c> | <bf d> <a f'>^\fermata <bf d> | <a c>4. bf8 <c ef>[ <bf d>] | \break + + <a c>2 <d, f>4 | <d bf'> <d bf'> <f d'>8[ <ef c'>] | <d bf'>4 <d bf'> <d f> | <ef g> <g ef'>^\fermata <ef g> | \break + + <d f>2 <d f>4 | <d bf'> <d bf'> <ef c'> | <f d'> <d f'>^\fermata <ef ef'> | <d f> <d f> <f a> | \break + + <d bf'>2\fermata <f a>8[ <f bf>] | <f c'>4 <f c'> <f f'> | <f c'> <f c'> <f a>8[ <f bf>] | \break + + <f c'>4 <f bf> <e g> | f2 <f a>8[ <f bf>] | <f c'>4 <f c'> <d f'> | <f c'> <f c'> <f a> | \break + + <d bf'>8.[ <c a'>16] <d bf'>8[ <ef c'>] << { d'8.[ e16] } \new Voice = "alto" { \voiceTwo f,4 } >> | + <f f'>2 <g g'>8[ <g g'>8] | <d f'>4 <f d'> <f d'>8[ <ef c'>] | \break + + <d bf'>4 <d bf'> <d f> | <ef g> <g ef'>^\fermata <ef g> | <d f>2 <d f>8[ <d f>] | \break + + <d bf'>4 <d bf'> <ef c'> | <f d'> <d f'>^\fermata <ef ef'> | <d f> <d f> <c a'> | <d bf'>2 \bar "|." +} + + + +bass = \relative c { + \key bf \major + \time 3/4 + \clef bass + \autoBeamOff + \override Stem #'neutral-direction = #up + + \partial 4 bf4 | bf bf bf | bf8 \grace bf8 bf4. bf4 | ef ef ef | + + bf2 bf8[ bf] | d4 d f | d f^\fermata f | f4. f8 f4 | + + f2 d8[ c] | bf4 bf bf | bf bf bf | ef ef^\fermata ef | + + bf2 bf4 | bf bf f' | bf bf^\fermata ef, | \stemDown d \stemNeutral f f | + + bf,2\fermata f'8[ f ] | f4 f f | f f f8[ f] | + + c4 c c | f2 f8[ f] | f4 f f | f f f | + + bf bf8[ a] g4 | f2 ef8[ ef] | bf4 bf bf | + + d d d | ef ef^\fermata ef | bf2 bf8[ bf] | + + d4 d f | bf bf^\fermata ef, | \stemDown d \stemNeutral f f | bf,2 \bar "|." +} + + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \words } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 92 4 ) }} + } + + +%%Transcriber's Note: + +%%7th system, 1st bar, treble part, last note was E-flat in original, but should probably be E-natural.
\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/22089-h/music/blindslaveboy.midi b/22089-h/music/blindslaveboy.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..c541257 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/blindslaveboy.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/blindslaveboy.pdf b/22089-h/music/blindslaveboy.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..e12a03f --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/blindslaveboy.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/break.ly b/22089-h/music/break.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8953776 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/break.ly @@ -0,0 +1,133 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "BREAK EVERY YOKE." + composer = "Tune--\"O no, we never mention her.\"" + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +leftbrace = \markup {\override #'(font-encoding . fetaBraces) \lookup #"brace140" } + +rightbrace = \markup {\rotate #180 \leftbrace } + +lineOne = \lyricmode { + Break eve -- ry yoke, the Gos -- pel cries, And + let th'op -- pressed go free, +} + +lineTwo = \lyricmode { + Let eve -- ry cap -- tive taste the joys Of + peace and lib -- er -- \markup{ "ty." \hspace #2.5 \raise #3 \rightbrace } Lord, when shall man thy + voice o -- bey, And rend each i -- ron chain, Oh + when shall love its gol -- den sway, O'er all the earth main -- tain. +} + +lineThree = \lyricmode { + Send thy good Spir -- it from a -- bove, And + melt th'op -- pres -- sor's heart, +} + +lineFour = \lyricmode { + Send sweet de -- liv -- 'rance to the slave, And + bid his woes de -- \markup{ "part." \hspace #1.5 \raise #3 \rightbrace } With free -- dom's bless -- ings + crown his day-- O'er -- flow his heart with love, Teach + him that straight and nar -- row way, Which leads to rest a -- bove. +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 4/4 + \key bf \major + \autoBeamOff + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + + \repeat volta 2 { + \partial 4 f4 | + \stemUp bf4. \stemNeutral a8 bf4. c8 | + d4. d8 f4. d8 | + + \break + c4. bf8 c4. d8 + bf2 r4 + } + f'4 | + f4. a,8 a4. c8 | + + \break + c4. bf8 bf4. g8 | + f4. \stemUp bf8 \stemNeutral bf4. d8 | + c2 r4 f, | + + \break + \stemUp bf4. \stemNeutral a8 bf4. c8 | + d4. ef8 f4.^\fermata d8 | + c4. c8 f4.^\fermata a,8 + bf2 r4 \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \time 4/4 + \key bf \major + \autoBeamOff + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + + \repeat volta 2 { + \partial 4 bf'4 | + bf4. f8 d4. f8 | + bf4. g8 d4. f8 | + + \break + f4. f8 f4. f8 + bf,2 r4 + } + f'4 | + f4. f8 f4. f8 | + + \break + ef4. ef8 ef4. ef8 | + d4. bf8 bf'4. e,8 | + f2 r4 bf4 | + + \break + bf4. f8 d4. f8 | + bf4. f8 \stemUp d4.^\fermata \stemNeutral bf8 | + f'4. f8 f4.^\fermata f8 + bf,2 r4 \bar "|." +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \lineOne } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \lineTwo } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \lineThree } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \lineFour } + >> + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + \context { \Score \remove "Mark_engraver" } + \context { \Staff \consists "Mark_engraver" } + } +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \unfoldRepeats \treble } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \unfoldRepeats \bass } + >> + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 116 4 ) }} +} + +%%Transcriber's Notes: + +%%A second score is provided to unfold the repeats and generate the midi. The repeat for the verse under the bass line is omitted.
\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/22089-h/music/break.midi b/22089-h/music/break.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..88768a7 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/break.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/break.pdf b/22089-h/music/break.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..83e0522 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/break.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/brothers.ly b/22089-h/music/brothers.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2721a22 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/brothers.ly @@ -0,0 +1,139 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "BROTHERS BE BRAVE FOR THE PINING SLAVE." + composer = "Air--\"Sparkling and Bright.\"" + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + + +words = \lyricmode { + \set stanza = "1." + Hea -- vy and cold in his dun -- geon hold, + Is the yoke of the op -- pres -- sor; + Dark o'er the soul \set ignoreMelismata = ##t is \unset ignoreMelismata the + fell con -- trol \set ignoreMelismata = ##t Of \unset ignoreMelismata the + stern and dread trans -- gres -- sor. + Oh then come all to bring the thrall + Up from his deep de -- spair -- ing, And + out of the jaw of the ban -- dit's law, + Re -- take the prey he's tear -- ing: + O then come all to bring the thrall + Up from his deep de -- spair -- ing, + And out of the jaw of the + ban -- dit's law, Re -- take the _ prey he's tear -- ing. +} + + +treble = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \key bf \major + \time 4/4 + \autoBeamOff + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + +%%%%% solo part + \once \override TextScript #'padding = #1.0 bf'4^\markup { \bold "Solo." } bf8. bf16 bf4 c8 bf | + a4 f f f8 f | + + \break + g4 c a f | + bf4.( c8) bf4 a8[ bf] | + c4 c c d8.[ c16] | + + \break + bf4 bf bf ef8( d) | + c4 a f g8[ a] | + bf4.( c8) bf4 r \bar "||" + +%%%%% chorus + \break + \set Score.measurePosition = #(ly:make-moment 3 4 ) \once \override TextScript #'padding = #1.0 <a f>8[^\markup { \bold "Chorus." } <g bf>] | + <a c>4 <a c> <a c> r8 <a c>8 | + <f d'>4 <f d'> <f d'> r8 <f d'>8 | + + \break + \stemUp <g ef'>4 <g ef'> <a d> <a c> | + <bf d>4.( <c ef>16[ <bf d>]) <a c>4 r8 <c, f>8 | + + \break + <d bf'>4 <d bf'>8 <d bf'>8 <d bf'>4 <ef a>8 <f bf>8 | + <a c>4 <a c> <a c> r8 <a c> | + + \break + <bf d>4 <bf ef>8( <a c>) <bf d>4 <a c>4 | + <bf d>4.( <c ef>8) <bf d>4 <c ef>8[ <bf d>] | + + \break + <a c>4 <a c> <a c> r8 <a c> | + <f d'>4. <f d'>8 <f d'>4 r8 <f d'> | + <g ef'>4 <g ef'> <a d> <a c> | + + \break + <bf d>4.( <c ef>16[ <bf d>]) <a c>4 r8 <c, f> | + <d bf'>4 <d bf'>8. <d bf'>16 <d bf'>4 <ef a>8 <f bf> | + + \break + <a c>4 <a c> <a c> r8 <a c> | + <bf d>4 <bf ef>8 <a c>8 <bf d>4 <a c> | + <d, bf'>2 <d bf'>4 \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \key bf \major + \time 4/4 + \autoBeamOff + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + + + s1*8 \bar "||" + + \set Score.measurePosition = #(ly:make-moment 3 4 ) f4 | + f f f g8[ a] | + bf4 bf bf r8 bf | + + ef,4 ef f f | + f2 f8[ ef] \stemUp d[ c] \stemNeutral | + + bf4 bf8 bf bf4 bf8 \stemUp d \stemNeutral | + f4 f f g8[ a] | + + bf4 ef,8 ~ ef f4 f | + bf,2 bf4 bf | + + f'4 f f g8[ a] | + bf4. bf8 bf4 r8 f | + ef4 ef f f | + + f2 f8[ ef] d[ c] | + bf4 bf8. bf16 bf4 bf8 \stemUp d \stemNeutral | + + f4 f f g8[ a] | + bf4 ef,8 ~ ef f4 f | + bf,2 bf4 \bar "|." + +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \words } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \RemoveEmptyStaffContext } + \context { \Score \override VerticalAxisGroup #'remove-first = ##t } + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 120 4 ) }} + +} + diff --git a/22089-h/music/brothers.midi b/22089-h/music/brothers.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..c6462ad --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/brothers.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/brothers.pdf b/22089-h/music/brothers.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..4c0ae4e --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/brothers.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/childisgone.ly b/22089-h/music/childisgone.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0bf7108 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/childisgone.ly @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + + +\header { + title = "MY CHILD IS GONE." + composer = "Music by G. W. C." + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +words = \lyricmode { + Hark! from the winds a voice of woe, The + wild At -- lan -- tic in its flow, Bears on its breast the + mur -- mur low, My child is gone! +} + +trebleOne = \relative c' { + \key bf \major + \time 3/4 + \clef treble + \autoBeamOff + + \partial 4 bf'8 ^\markup { \bold "Doloroso." } [ c8] | + d8 d8 d4. c16[ bf16] | + g8 g8 g4 a8[ bf8] | + + \break + c8 c8 c4 bf8[ c8] | + d8 d8 d4. c8 | + d8 d8 bf4. bf8 | + + \break + c8 bf8 g4\fermata c8[ d8] | + g,2 f8.^\>[ a16] | + \stemUp bf2\! \bar "|." +} + +trebleTwo = \relative c' { + \key bf \major + \time 3/4 + \clef treble + \autoBeamOff + + \partial 4 g'8[ a8] | + bf8 bf8 bf4. c16[ d16] | + d8 d8 d4 c8[ bf8] | + + a8 a8 a4 g8[ a8] | + \stemUp bf8 bf8 bf4. a8 | + bf8 bf8 g4. g8 | + + a8 g8 bf4\fermata a8[ bf8] | + d2 c4 | + d2 \bar "|." +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "trebleOne" { \trebleOne } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "trebleOne" { \words } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "trebleTwo" { \trebleTwo } + >> + + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 92 4 ) }} + +} + diff --git a/22089-h/music/childisgone.midi b/22089-h/music/childisgone.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..5f313d7 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/childisgone.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/childisgone.pdf b/22089-h/music/childisgone.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..a3ed174 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/childisgone.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/clarion.ly b/22089-h/music/clarion.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..764c1fd --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/clarion.ly @@ -0,0 +1,108 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "THE CLARION OF FREEDOM." + poet = "Words from the Emancipator." + composer = "Music \"The Chariot.\"" + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +words = \lyricmode { + The clar -- ion-- the clar -- ion of Free -- dom now + sounds, From the east to the west In -- de -- + pend -- ence re -- sounds; From the hills, and the + streams, and the far dis -- tant skies, Let the + shout In -- de -- pend -- ence from Slav -- 'ry a -- rise. +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \key d \major + \time 2/2 + \clef treble + \autoBeamOff + \stemUp + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + + \partial 8 a'8 | + <fs a>2<fs a>8 r4 <d' fs>8 | + <d fs>2<d fs>8 r4 <b d>8 | + <a e'>2 <a d>4 <a cs>4 | + + \break + <a d>2 <fs a>4. <d' fs>8 | + <a d>2 <cs e>4. <cs e>8 | + <d fs>2 <cs e>4. <cs e>8 | + + \break + <b d>2 <a cs>4. <gs b>8 | + <e a>2^\fermata <fs a>4. <fs d'>8 | + <fs a>2 <d' fs>4. <cs e>8 | + + \break + <b d>2 <d, fs>4 <e g>4 | + <fs a>2 <a d>4. <g b>8 | + <fs a>2^\fermata <a d>4. <cs e>8 | + + \break + <b fs'>2 <cs e>4 <d fs>4 | + <b d>2 <fs a>4. <e' g>8 | + <a, d fs>2 <a e'>4. <a e'>8 | + <fs a d>2. \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \key d \major + \time 2/2 + \clef bass + \autoBeamOff + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + + + \partial 8 \stemUp d8 | + d2 d8 r4 d8 | + d2 d8 r4 d8 | + a2 a4 a4 | + + \stemDown d2 d4. d8 | + d2 a'4. a8 | + fs2 e4. e8 | + + d2 e4. e8 | + \stemUp a,2^\fermata d4. d8 | + d2 d4. d8 | + + \stemDown d2 d4 d4 | + d2 d4. d8 | + d2^\fermata a'4. a8 | + + d2 a4 a4 | + d,2 fs4. g8 | + a2 \stemUp a,4. a8 | + d2. \bar "|." +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \words } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 100 2 ) }} + } + +%%Transcriber's Notes: + +%%3rd system, treble staff, 1st bar, last chord: G-natural changed to G-sharp to correct dissonance. + +%%4th system, bass staff, 3rd bar, 1st note: added missing fermata. diff --git a/22089-h/music/clarion.midi b/22089-h/music/clarion.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..5136b9e --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/clarion.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/clarion.pdf b/22089-h/music/clarion.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..9358edb --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/clarion.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/cofflegang.ly b/22089-h/music/cofflegang.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6d4ba1c --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/cofflegang.ly @@ -0,0 +1,101 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "SONG OF THE COFFLE GANG." + poet = "Words by the Slaves." + composer = "Music by G. W. C." + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +words = \lyricmode { + + See these poor souls from Af -- ri -- ca, Trans -- + port -- ed to A -- mer -- i -- ca; \set ignoreMelismata = ##t We \unset ignoreMelismata are + stolen, and sold to Geor -- gi -- a, will you + go a -- long with me? \set ignoreMelismata = ##t We \unset ignoreMelismata are stolen and sold to + Geor -- gi -- a, go sound the ju -- bi -- lee. +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \key f \major + \time 2/4 + \autoBeamOff + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + \stemDown + + \partial 4 <a' c>4 | + <f a>8 <a c> <a c> <a c> | + <bf d> <a c> <a c>4( | + <a c>) <a c> | + + \break + <bf d>8 <d f> <d f>8. <d f>16 | + <bf d>8 <a c> <a c>4( | + <a c>) <a f'>8.( <a f'>16) | + + \break + <bf d>8 <bf d> <a c> <a c> | + <f a> <a c> <a c>4( | + <a c>) <a c>8 <a c> | + + \break + <bf d>8 <bf d> <a c> <f a> | + <a c>4\fermata <a c>8( <a c>) | + <bf d> <bf d> <bf d> <bf d> | + + \break + <a f'>8 <a f'> <a f'>8. <a f'>16 | + <bf d>8. <bf d>16 <a c>8 <a c> | + <a c>2 \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \key f \major + \time 2/4 + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + \autoBeamOff + + \partial 4 f4 | + f8 f f f | + f f f4( | + f) f | + + d8 d d8. d16 | + f8 f f4( | + f) f8.( f16) | + + f8 f f f | + f f f4( | + f) f8 f | + + bf,8 bf f' f | + f4\fermata f8( f) | + g g g g + + f8 f f8. f16 | + bf,8. bf16 f'8 f | + f2 \bar "|." +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \words } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 120 4 ) }} + } + diff --git a/22089-h/music/cofflegang.midi b/22089-h/music/cofflegang.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..8f37151 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/cofflegang.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/cofflegang.pdf b/22089-h/music/cofflegang.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..1c83e81 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/cofflegang.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/comejoin.ly b/22089-h/music/comejoin.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..27693b0 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/comejoin.ly @@ -0,0 +1,230 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "COME, JOIN THE ABOLITIONISTS." + composer = "Air--\"When I can read my title clear.\"" + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +verseOne = \lyricmode { + \set stanza = "1. " Come, join the Ab -- o -- li -- tion -- ists, Ye + young men bold and strong, And with a warm and + cheer -- ful zeal, Come, help the cause a -- long: Come + help the cause a -- long, Come + help the cause a -- long; And with a warm and + cheer -- ful zeal, Come help the cause a -- long. + Oh that will be joy -- ful, joy -- ful, joy -- ful, + Oh that will be joy -- ful, When Sla -- v'ry is no + more, When Sla -- v'ry is no more, When + Sla -- v'ry is no more: 'Tis then we'll sing, and + of -- "f 'rings" bring, When Sla -- v'ry is no more. +} + +verseTwo = \lyricmode { + \set stanza = "2. " Come, + join the Ab -- o -- li -- tion -- ists, Ye + men of ri -- per years, And save your wives and + child -- ren dear, From grief and bit -- ter tears: From + grief and bit -- ter tears, From + grief and bit -- ter tears; And save your wives and + chil -- dren dear, From grief and bit -- ter tears. + Oh that will be joy -- ful, joy -- ful, joy -- ful, + Oh that will be joy -- ful, When Sla -- v'ry is no + more, When Sla -- v'ry is no more, When + Sla -- v'ry is no more: 'Tis then we'll sing, and + of -- "f 'rings" bring, When Sla -- v'ry is no more. +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 6/8 + \key bf \major + \autoBeamOff + \stemUp + + \partial 8 <d f>8 | + <d f>4 <f bf>8 { bf8[ a] } <d, bf'>8 | + <f d'>4 <f bf>8 { bf8[ a] } <g bf>8 | + + \break + <a c>4 <a c>8 <d, f>[ <ef g>] <f a> | + <d bf'>4. ~ <d bf'>4 <d f>8 | + <d f>4 <d bf'>8 <d bf'>[ <c a'>] <d bf'> | + + \break + <f d'>4 <d bf'>8 bf'8[ a] <f bf>8 | + <f c'>4 <f c'>8 <d f>[ <ef g>] <f a> | + <d bf'>4. ~ <d bf'>4 <f bf>8 | + + \break + <a c>4 <g bf>8 <a c>4 <f bf>8 | + \slurUp c'4( d8)[ ef8 d] <a c>8 | + + \break + <bf d>4 <a c>8 <bf d>4 <c ef>8 | + <d f>4. ~ <d f>4 <c ef>8 | + <bf d>4 <a c>8 <g bf>4 <c ef>8 | + + \break + <bf d>4 <a c>8 <g bf>4 <g bf>8 | + <a c>4 <a c>8 <d, f>8[ <ef g>8] <f a>8 | + \set Score.measurePosition = #(ly:make-moment 1 8) <d bf'>4. ~ <d bf'>4 \bar "|." + + \break + <f bf>4. <f bf>8 <f a> <f bf> | + <f d'>4. <d bf'> | + <f c'>4. <a c>8[ <bf d>8 <c ef>] | + <d f>4( <bf d>8) <f bf>4 r8 | + + \break + <d bf'>4. <d bf'>8 <f a> <d bf'> | + <f d'>4. <d bf'>4 <d bf'>8 | + <f c'>4 <f c'>8 <d f>8[ <ef g>8] <f a> | + + \break + <d bf'>4. ~ <d bf'>4 <a' c>8 | + <a c>4 <a c>8 <a c>4 <a c>8 | + \slurDown <a c>4( <bf d>8 <c ef>8)[ <bf d>8] <a c>8 | + + \break + <bf d>4 <a c>8 <bf d>4 <c e>8 | + <a c f>4. ~ <a c f>4 <c ef>8 | + <bf d>4 <a c>8 <d, g bf>4 <c' ef>8 | + + \break + <bf d>4 <a c>8 <g bf>4 <g bf>8 | + <d bf>4 <d bf>8 <d f>8[ <ef g>8] <f a>8 | + <d bf'>4. ~ <d bf'>4 \bar "|." +} + +alto = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 6/8 + \key bf \major + \autoBeamOff + \stemDown + + \partial 8 s8 | s4. f4 s8 | s4. f4 s8 | + + \break + s2. | s2. | s2. | + + \break + s4. d4 s8 | s2. | s2. | + + \break + s2. | \tieDown a'4. ~ a4 s8 | + + \break + s2. | s2. | s2. | + + \break + s2. | s2. \bar "|" s4. s4 \bar "|." + + \break + s2. | s2. | s2. | s2. | + + \break + s2. | s2. | s2. | + + \break + s2. | s2. | s2. | + + \break + s2. | s2. | s2. | + + \break + s2. | s2. | s4. s4 \bar "|." +} + + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \time 6/8 + \key bf \major + \autoBeamOff + + \partial 8 bf8 | + bf4 bf8 bf4 bf8 | + bf4 bf8 bf4 bf8 | + + \break + f'4 f8 f4 f8 | + bf,4. ~ bf4 bf8 | + bf4 bf8 bf4 bf8 | + + \break + bf'4 bf8 bf4 bf8 | + f4 f8 f4 f8 | + bf,4. ~ bf4 d8 | + + \break + f4 f8 f4 f8 | + f4. ~ f4 f8 | + + \break + bf4 f8 bf4 f8 | + bf4. ~ bf4 f8 | + f4 f8 g4 f8 | + + \break + f4 f8 g4 g8 | + f4 f8 f4 f8 + \set Score.measurePosition = #(ly:make-moment 1 8) bf,4. ~ bf4 \bar "|." + + \break + bf4. bf8 bf bf | + bf4. bf | + f' f | + bf, bf4 r8 | + + \break + bf4. bf8 bf bf | + bf4. bf4 bf8 | + f'4 f8 f4 f8 | + + \break + bf,4. ~ bf4 f'8 | + f4 f8 f4 f8 | + f4. ~ f4 f8 | + + \break + bf4 f8 bf4 g8 | + f4. ~ f4 f8 | + bf4 f8 g4 a8 | + + \break + bf4 f8 g4 g8 | + f4 f8 f4 f8 + \partial 8*5 bf,4. ~ bf4 +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" + << + \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Voice = "alto" { \alto } + >> + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \verseOne } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \verseTwo } + >> + + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + \context { \Lyrics \override LyricSpace #'minimum-distance = #3 } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 120 4 ) }} + } + +%%Transcriber's Note: + +%%Last system, treble staff, second bar: top note of first two chords corrected to B-flat. diff --git a/22089-h/music/comejoin.midi b/22089-h/music/comejoin.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..e51eef4 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/comejoin.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/comejoin.pdf b/22089-h/music/comejoin.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..b781c3e --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/comejoin.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/comfort.ly b/22089-h/music/comfort.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..79365e9 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/comfort.ly @@ -0,0 +1,92 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "COMFORT IN AFFLICTION." + poet = "Words by William Leggett." + composer = "Music by G.W.C." + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." +} + +words = \lyricmode { + If yon bright stars which gem the night, Be + each a bliss -- ful dwell -- ing -- sphere, Where kin -- dred spir -- its + re -- u -- nite Whom death has torn a -- sun -- der here, +} + + +soprano = \relative c' { + \key f \major + \time 3/4 + \autoBeamOff + + \partial 4 a'4 | + c8 c8 c4 c4 | + d8 d8 d4 d4 | + + \break + c8 c8 c4 a4 | + c8 c8 c4\fermata a4 | + c8 c8 c4 a4 | + + \break + d8 c8 f4\fermata f4 | + a,8 a8 a4 c4 | + g8 bf8 a4 \bar "|." +} + +alto = \relative c' { + \key f \major + \time 3/4 + \autoBeamOff + + \partial 4 \voiceOne << { f4 } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo f4 \oneVoice } >> | + <f a>8 <f a>8 <f a>4 \voiceOne << { f4 } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo f4 \oneVoice } >> | + <g bf>8 <g bf>8 <g bf>4 <g bf>4 | + + <f a>8 <f a>8 <f a>4 \voiceOne << { f4 } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo f4 \oneVoice } >> | + <e g>8 <e g>8 <e g>4\fermata \voiceOne << { f4 } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo f4 \oneVoice } >> | + <f a>8 <f a>8 <f a>4 \voiceOne << { f4 } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo f4 \oneVoice } >> | + + <g bf>8 <g c>8 <f d'>4\fermata <f d'>4 | + <f f'>8 <f d'>8 <f c'>4 <f a>4 | + <g bf>8 <e g>8 <c f>4 \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \key f \major + \time 3/4 + \clef bass + \autoBeamOff + + \partial 4 f4 | + f8 f8 f4 f4 | + g8 g8 g4 g4 | + + f8 f8 f4 f4 | + c8 c8 c4\fermata f4 | + f8 f8 f4 f4 | + + bf8 bf8 bf4\fermata bf4 | + f8 f8 f4 f4 | + c8 c8 f4 \bar "|." +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upperOne" \new Voice = "trebleOne" { \soprano } + \new Staff = "upperTwo" \new Voice = "trebleTwo" { \alto } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "trebleTwo" { \words } + \new Staff = "bass" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 100 4 ) }} + +} diff --git a/22089-h/music/comfort.midi b/22089-h/music/comfort.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..72e79fe --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/comfort.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/comfort.pdf b/22089-h/music/comfort.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..3de48a3 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/comfort.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/comfortbondman.ly b/22089-h/music/comfortbondman.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f59a20c --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/comfortbondman.ly @@ -0,0 +1,91 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "COMFORT FOR THE BONDMAN." + composer = "Air--\"Indian Philosopher.\"" + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +words = \lyricmode { + Come on, my part -- ners in dis -- tress, My com -- rades in this + wil -- der -- ness, Who groan be -- neath your chains; A + while for -- get your griefs and fears, And look be -- yond this + vale of tears, To yon ce -- les -- tial plains. +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \key d \major + \time 4/4 + \clef treble + \autoBeamOff + \override Stem #'neutral-direction = #up + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + + \partial 4 d4 | + fs4 fs4 fs4. d8 | + a'4 a4 a4. a8 | + d4.a8 b4. a8 | + + \break + b4 fs4 e4. d8 | + fs4 b4 a4 cs4 | + d2 r4 a4 | + + \break + d4 d4 d4. fs8 | + e4 d4 e4. fs8 | + d4. a8 b4. a8 | + + \break + b4 fs4 e4. d16[ e16] | + fs4 b4 a4 cs4 | + d2 r4 \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \key d \major + \time 4/4 + \clef bass + \autoBeamOff + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + + \stemUp d4 | + d4 d4 d4. d8 | + a4 a4 a4. a8 | + \stemDown d4.d8 g4. fs8 | + + g4 d4 \stemNeutral a4. \stemUp d8 | + \stemNeutral d4 g4 fs4 a4 | + d,2 r4 a'4 | + + fs4 fs4 fs4. d8 | + a'4 a4 a4. d,8 | + \stemUp d4. d8 b4. d8 | + + d4 d4 a4. d8 | + \stemDown d4 g4 fs4 a4 | + d,2 r4 \bar "|." +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \words } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + \context { \Lyrics \override LyricSpace #'minimum-distance = #2 } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 120 4 ) }} + +} + diff --git a/22089-h/music/comfortbondman.midi b/22089-h/music/comfortbondman.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..7eb9852 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/comfortbondman.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/comfortbondman.pdf b/22089-h/music/comfortbondman.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..170970d --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/comfortbondman.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/emancipation.ly b/22089-h/music/emancipation.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..27577b1 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/emancipation.ly @@ -0,0 +1,131 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "EMANCIPATION SONG." + poet = "Words from the \"Bangor Gazette.\"" + composer = "Air, \"Crambambule.\"" + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +leftbrace = \markup {\override #'(font-encoding . fetaBraces) \lookup #"brace140" } + +rightbrace = \markup {\rotate #180 \leftbrace } + +lineOne = \lyricmode { + Let wait -- ing throngs now lift their voi -- ces, As + Free -- dom's glo -- rious day draws near, +} + +lineTwo = \lyricmode { + While ev -- ery gen -- tle tongue re -- joi -- ces, And + each bold heart is filled with \markup{ "cheer." \hspace #2.0 \raise #3 \rightbrace } The + slave has seen the Nor -- thern star, He'll soon be free, hur -- rah, hur -- rah! + Hur -- rah, hur -- rah, \set ignoreMelismata = ##t hur -- \unset ignoreMelismata rah, hur -- rah! +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 2/4 + \key d \major + \autoBeamOff + \stemUp + + \repeat volta 2 { + \partial 4 <fs a>4 | + <b d> <a cs>8[ <g b>] | + <fs a>4. <fs a>8 | + <g b>[ <fs a>] <g b>[ <a cs>] | + <a d> <fs a>4 <fs a>8 | + + \break + <g b>8[ <fs a>] <e g>[ <d fs>] | + <g b>[ <fs a>] <e g>[ <d fs>] | + e4 <e a> | + \partial 8*3 <e a>4. | + } + \partial 8 <fs a>8 | + + \break + <d fs>8 <fs a> <fs a> <fs a> | + <g b> <fs a> <fs a> ~ <fs a> | + <d fs> <fs a> <fs a> <fs a> | + <g b> <fs a> <fs a> <fs a> | + + \break + \stemDown <b d>4( <cs e>8) <cs e> | + <d fs>4( <b d>8) <b d> | + <a e'>4( <a cs>8) <a cs> | + \stemUp <fs a d>2 \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \time 2/4 + \key d \major + \autoBeamOff + + \repeat volta 2 { + \partial 4 d4 | + d d | + d4. d8 | + g[ fs] e4 | + d8 d4 d8 | + + \break + \stemUp d4 d | + d d | + \stemNeutral a a + \partial 8*3 a4. + } + \partial 8 \stemUp d8 | + + \break + d8 d d d | + d d d ~ d | + d d d d | + d d d d | + + \break + \stemNeutral g4( a8) a | + d,4( g8) g | + a4( a,8) a | + \stemUp d2 +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \lineOne } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \lineTwo } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } +} + +\score { + \unfoldRepeats { + << + \context Staff = upper << + \context Voice = upper \treble + >> + \context Staff = lower << + \context Voice = lower \bass + >> + >> + } + \midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 100 4 ) }} +} + +%%Transcriber's Note: + +%%3rd system: lyrics do not match note values in original; tie added in second bar to correct. + +%%A second score block is provided to unfold the repeat and generate the midi.
\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/22089-h/music/emancipation.midi b/22089-h/music/emancipation.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..c6ae5ed --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/emancipation.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/emancipation.pdf b/22089-h/music/emancipation.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..5bd4006 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/emancipation.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/freedomsgathering.ly b/22089-h/music/freedomsgathering.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..033f80d --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/freedomsgathering.ly @@ -0,0 +1,137 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "FREEDOM'S GATHERING." + poet = "Words from the Pennsylvania Freeman." + composer = "Music by G.W.C." + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +verseone = \lyricmode { + A voice has gone forth, and_the land is a -- wake! Our + free -- men shall ga -- ther from o -- cean to lake, Our + cause is as pure as the earth ev -- er saw, And_our + faith we will pledge in the thrill -- ing huz -- za. + Then huz -- za, then huz -- za, Truth's + glit -- ter -- ing fal -- chion for free -- dom we draw. +} + +trebleOne = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 6/8 + \key bf \major + \autoBeamOff + + \partial 4 f8 ~ f | + \stemUp bf f f f4 bf16 ~ bf | + bf8 bf bf bf4_\fermata bf16 ~ bf | + + \break + bf8 a a a16 bf8. a8 | + \stemNeutral bf d d d4^\fermata f16 ~ f | + + \break + d8 f f f16 d8. d16( bf) | + \stemUp bf8 \stemNeutral a c c4^\fermata f16 ~ f | + + \break + \stemUp bf,8 a a bf16 \stemNeutral d8. d16 ~ d | + ef8 c c d4^\fermata \bar "||" + + \break + d16. d32 | + d4. r8 bf8. d16 | + d4. r8 f4 | + + \break + d16 f8 f d16 d4 d8 | + ef8 c c d4. \bar "|." +} + +trebleTwo = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 6/8 + \key bf \major + \autoBeamOff + + \partial 4 <d f>8 ~ <d f> | + <f d'>8 <d bf'> <d bf'> <d bf'>4 <d f>16 ~ <d f> | + <ef g>8 <d f> <d f> <d f>4^\fermata <d f>16 ~ <d f> | + + \break + <ef ef'>8 <f c'> <f c'> <f c'>16 <g bf>8. <f c'>8 | + <f d'> <f bf> <f bf> <f bf>4 <d d'>16 ~ <d d'> | + + \break + <d f'>8 <d d'> <d d'> <d d'>16 <g bf>8. \stemUp <g bf>16( <g d'>) | + \stemNeutral <ef ef'>8 <f c'> \voiceOne << { d'16[ e] } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo \autoBeamOff f,8 \oneVoice } >> \oneVoice \stemUp <f f'>4^\fermata \stemNeutral <d d'>16 ~ <d d'> | + + \break + <d f'>8 <f c'> <f c'> \stemUp <g d'>16 \stemNeutral <g bf>8. <g bf>16 ~ <g bf> | + <ef g>8 \voiceOne << { f f } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo \autoBeamOff f f \oneVoice } >> \oneVoice <d bf'>4^\fermata \bar "||" + + \break + <f d'>16. \stemUp <f f'>32 | + <f f'>4. \stemNeutral r8 <f d'>8. <d f'>16 | + <d f'>4. r8 <f d'>4 | + + \break + <d f'>16 \stemUp <a' c>8 <a c> <g d'>16 \stemNeutral <g bf>4 <g bf>8 | + <ef g> \voiceOne << { f f } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo \autoBeamOff f f \oneVoice } >> \oneVoice <d bf'>4. \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \time 6/8 + \key bf \major + \autoBeamOff + + \partial 4 f8 ~ f | + bf, bf bf bf4 bf16 ~ bf | + ef8 bf bf bf4^\fermata bf16 ~ bf | + + \break + ef8 f f f16 g8. f8 | + bf, bf bf bf4^\fermata bf'16 ~ bf | + + \break + bf8 bf bf g16 g8. g16 ~ g | + ef8 f f f4 bf16( bf) | + + \break + bf8 f f g16 g8. g16 ~ g | + ef8 f f bf,4^\fermata \bar "||" + + \break + bf'16. bf32 | + bf4. r8 bf8. bf16 | + bf4. r8 bf4 | + + \break + bf16 f8 f g16 g4 g8 | + ef8 f f bf,4. \bar "|." +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upperOne" \new Voice = "trebleOne" { \trebleOne } + \new Staff = "upperTwo" \new Voice = "trebleTwo" { \trebleTwo } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "trebleTwo" { \verseone } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 100 4 ) }} +} + +%%Transcriber's Notes: + +%%Added missing ties 1st system, 1st bar, trebleOne part, and 2d system, 2d bar, trebleTwo part.
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C." + composer = "Air \"Bonny Doon.\"" + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +lineone = \lyricmode { + A no -- ble man of sa -- ble brow Came + to my hum -- ble cot -- tage door, +} + +linetwo = \lyricmode { + With cau -- tious, wea -- ry step and slow, And + asked if I could feed the poor; + \skip 4 He begged if I had ought to give, To + help the pant -- ing fu -- gi -- tive. +} + +linethree = \lyricmode { + He begged if I had ought to give, To + help the pant -- ing fu -- gi -- _ tive. +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \key g \major + \time 6/8 + \clef treble + \autoBeamOff + \stemUp + + \tag #'repeated { \repeat volta 2 { \partial 8 <d b'>16[ <c a'> ] | + <b g'>4 <b g'>8 a'8.[ g16] <c, a'>8 | + b'16[ d8.] <d, b'>8 a'8.[ g16] <d a'>8 | + + \break + b'8.[ a16] <d, g>8 <e g>16[ <c e>8.] <b d>8 | + <b d> [ <c e> ] <b g'> \tag #'firsttime { \grace b'8 <d, a'>4 } } } + \tag #'fine { \set Score.measurePosition = #(ly:make-moment 4 8) <d g>4 \bar "||" } + + \break + \tag #'toDC { \set Score.measurePosition = #(ly:make-moment 5 8) g16[ b16] | + <g d'>4 <g e'>8 d'16[ b8.] <d, g>8 | + <g d'>4 <g e'>8 d'16[ b8.] g8 | + + \break + d'8.[ b16] g8 d'8.[ b16] g8 | + e'8.[ d16] c[ b] \grace b8 <d, a'>4^\fermata \bar "||" } +} + +trebleTwo = \relative c' { + \key g \major + \time 6/8 + \clef treble + \autoBeamOff + \stemDown + + \tag #'repeated { \repeat volta 2 { \partial 8 s8 | + s4 s8 d4 s8 | + d4 s8 d4 s8 | + + \break + d4 s4 s4 | + s4 s8 \tag #'firsttime { s4 } } } + \tag #'fine { \set Score.measurePosition = #(ly:make-moment 4 8) s4 \bar "||" } + + \break + \tag #'toDC { \set Score.measurePosition = #(ly:make-moment 5 8) d8 | + s4 s8 g4 s8 | + s4 s8 g4 g8 | + + \break + g4 g8 g4 g8 | + g4 g8 s4 \bar "||" } +} + +bass = \relative c { + \key g \major + \time 6/8 + \clef bass + \autoBeamOff + + \tag #'repeated { \repeat volta 2 { \partial 8 g8 | + g4 g8 \stemUp d'4 d8 | + \stemNeutral g4 g8 d4 d8 | + + \break + g,8.[ a16] b8 c4 g8 | | + g4 g8 \tag #'firsttime { \stemUp d'4 } } } + \tag #'fine { \set Score.measurePosition = #(ly:make-moment 4 8) \stemNeutral g4 \bar "||" } + + \break + \tag #'toDC { \set Score.measurePosition = #(ly:make-moment 5 8) g8 | + g4 g8 g4 g8 | + g4 c,8 g'4 g8 | + + \break + g4 g8 g4 g8 | + c,4 c8 \stemUp d4^\markup { \bold "D.C." } \bar "||" } +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" + << + \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Voice = "treble" { \trebleTwo } + >> + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \lineone } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \linetwo } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "bass" { \linethree } + >> + + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" + << + \new Voice = "treble" { \unfoldRepeats { \removeWithTag #'fine \treble } %%% from begining, through repeats, to D.C., without Final bar + \removeWithTag #'firsttime \removeWithTag #'toDC \treble } %%% D. C. to FINE + \new Voice = "trebleTwo" { \unfoldRepeats { \removeWithTag #'fine \trebleTwo } %%% from begining, through repeats, to D.C., without Final bar + \removeWithTag #'firsttime \removeWithTag #'toDC \trebleTwo } %%% D. C. to FINE + >> + \new Staff = "lower" { \unfoldRepeats { \removeWithTag #'fine \bass } %%% from begining, through repeats, to D.C., without Final bar + \removeWithTag #'firsttime \removeWithTag #'toDC \bass } %%% D. C. to FINE + + >> + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 84 4) }} + +} + diff --git a/22089-h/music/fugitive.midi b/22089-h/music/fugitive.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..0db8d67 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/fugitive.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/fugitive.pdf b/22089-h/music/fugitive.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..0a64bf6 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/fugitive.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/fugitivetochristian.ly b/22089-h/music/fugitivetochristian.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8a5f9d2 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/fugitivetochristian.ly @@ -0,0 +1,114 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "THE FUGITIVE SLAVE TO THE CHRISTIAN." + poet = "Words by Elizur Wright, jr." + composer = "Music arranged from Cracovienne." + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +words = \lyricmode { + The fet -- ters galled my wea -- ry "soul,--" A + soul that _ seemed but thrown a -- way; I spurned the ty -- rant's + base con -- trol, Re -- solved at _ last the + man to "play :--" The hounds are bay -- ing + on my track; O Christ -- ian! _ will you + send me back? The hounds are bay -- ing on my track; O + Christ -- ian _ will you send me back? +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \time 4/4 + \key f \major + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + \stemUp + + \partial 4 f4 | + < c e >4 < g' e >4 < bf g >4 < d bf >4 | + < a c >4 < a f >4 < f a >4 r8 < a c >8 | + + \break + < c a >4 < bf d >8[ < a c >8] < g bf >4 < e g >4 | + < f a >4 < c' a >4 < a c >4.^\fermata f8 | + < c e >4 < e g >4 < g bf >4 < bf d >4 | + + \break + < a c >4 < f a >4 < f a >4 r8 < a c >8 | + < a c >4 < bf d >8[ < a c >8] < g bf >4 < e g >4 | + + \break + < g e >4 f4 f4.^\fermata f8^\markup { \bold "Chorus." } | + < g bf >4 < bf d >4 < d f >4 < bf d >4 | + + \break + < a c >4 < f a >4 < f a >4 r8 < a c >8 | + < a c >4 < bf d >8[ < a c >8] < g bf >4 < e g >4 | + + \break + < f a >4 < a c >4 < a c >4.^\fermata f8 | + < g bf >4 < bf d >4 < d f >4 < bf d >4 | + < a c >4 < f a >4 < f a >4 r8 < a c >8 | + + \break + < a c >4 < bf d >8[ < a c >8] < g bf >4 < g e >4 | + < e g >4 < c f >4 < c f >4^\fermata \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \time 4/4 + \key f \major + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + + f4 | + c4 c4 c4 c4 | + f4 f4 f4 r8 f8 | + + f4 f4 c4 c4 | + f4 f4 f4.^\fermata d8 | + c4 c4 c4 c4 | + + f4 f4 f4 r8 f8 | + f4 f4 c4 c4 | + + c4 f4 f4.^\fermata f8 | + bf,4 bf4 bf4 bf4 | + + f'4 f4 f4 r8 f8 | + f4 f4 c4 c4 | + + f4 f4 f4.\fermata f8 | + bf,4 bf4 bf4 bf4 | + f'4 f4 f4 r8 f8 | + + f4 bf,4 c4 c4 | + c4 f4 f4^\fermata \bar "|." +} + + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \words } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 120 4 ) }} + } + + +%%Transcriber's Notes: + +%%2nd system, 3rd measure lyrics: corrected "tyrants" to "tyrant's." + +%%6th system, 1st measure, bass, 3rd note: added fermata to match treble. diff --git a/22089-h/music/fugitivetochristian.midi b/22089-h/music/fugitivetochristian.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..f03c7ef --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/fugitivetochristian.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/fugitivetochristian.pdf b/22089-h/music/fugitivetochristian.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..75fdc0f --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/fugitivetochristian.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/getoff.ly b/22089-h/music/getoff.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4a0a614 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/getoff.ly @@ -0,0 +1,95 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "GET OFF THE TRACK." + poet = "Words by Jesse Hutchinson." + composer = "Air, \"Dan Tucker.\"" + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +words = \lyricmode { + Ho! the car E -- man -- ci -- pa -- tion Rides ma -- jes -- tic thro' our na -- tion, + Bear -- ing on its train the sto -- ry, Lib-- er -- ty! a na -- tion's glo -- ry. + Roll it a -- long, roll it a -- long, roll it a -- long, + thro' the na -- tion, Free -- dom's car, E -- man -- ci -- pa -- tion! +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 2/4 + \key bf \major + \autoBeamOff + +%%%%% solo part + bf'8. bf16 bf8 bf | + bf bf bf \stemDown g | + \stemNeutral bf bf c d | + f, f g bf16 r16 | + + \break + bf8 bf bf bf | + bf bf bf \stemDown g | + \stemNeutral bf bf c d | + f, f g \stemUp bf_\fermata | + +%%%%% chorus part + + \break + %[**NOTE: for these 3 measures, image shows "r8", but should be "r4".] + <bf d>16 <bf d> <bf d> <bf d> r4 | + <a c>16 <a c> <a c> <a c> r4 | + <bf d>16 <bf d> <bf d> <bf d> r4 | + + \break + <a c>8 <g bf> <ef g> <g bf>^\fermata | + <f bf> <f bf> <f c'> <f d'> | + <d f>8. <d f>16 <ef g>8 <g bf>8( + <f bf>4) r4 \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \time 2/4 + \key bf \major + \autoBeamOff + + s4*16 \bar "|" %%empty bass bars for solo part + + %%[NOTE: for these 3 measures, image shows "r8", but should be "r4".] + bf16 bf bf bf r4 | + f'16 f f f r4 | + bf,16 bf bf bf r4 | + + \break + f'8 g ef ef^\fermata | + bf bf f' f | + f8. f16 ef8 bf ~ + bf4 r4 | +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \words } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \RemoveEmptyStaffContext } + \context { \Score \override VerticalAxisGroup #'remove-first = ##t } + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 100 4 ) }} +} + +%%Transcriber's Note: + +%%Last system, bass part, first bar: added missing fermata. + +%%See also notes above in code.
\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/22089-h/music/getoff.midi b/22089-h/music/getoff.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..dae48ac --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/getoff.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/getoff.pdf b/22089-h/music/getoff.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..c67312f --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/getoff.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/gone.ly b/22089-h/music/gone.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7ac336f --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/gone.ly @@ -0,0 +1,147 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "GONE, SOLD AND GONE." + poet = "Words by Whittier." + composer = "Music by G.W. Clark." + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +verseone = \lyricmode { + Gone, "gone----" sold and gone, To the + \override LyricHyphen #'minimum-distance = #1.0 + rice -- swamp dank and + lone, Where the slave -- whip cease -- less swings, Where the + noi -- some in -- sect stings, Where the fe -- ver de -- mon + strews Poi -- son with the fall -- ing dews, Where the + sick -- ly sun -- beams glare Through the hot and mis -- ty + air, Gone, "gone----" sold and gone, To the + rice -- swamp dank and lone, From Vir -- gin -- ia's hills and + wa -- "ters,----" Woe is me my sto -- len daugh -- ters! +} + +versetwo = \lyricmode { + Gone, "gone----" sold and gone, To the rice -- swamp dank and + lone, There no moth -- er's eye is near_them, There no + moth -- er's ear can hear_them; Nev -- er when the torturing _ + lash Seams their back with many a gash, Shall a + mother's kind -- ness bless them, Or a moth -- er's arms caress + them. Gone, "gone----" sold and gone, To the + rice -- swamp dank and lone, From Vir -- gin -- ia's hills and + wa -- "ters,----" Woe is me my sto -- len daugh -- ters! +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \key a \minor + \time 3/4 + \autoBeamOff + \stemDown + + <a' c>2\fermata r4 | + <gs b>2\fermata r4 | + <c e>2^\decr <b d>4\enddecr | + <a c>2\fermata <a c>8 <b d> | + <c e> <d f> <gs, b>4. <b d>8 | + + \break + <a c>2\fermata <a c>8. <b d>16 | + <c e>4. <e g>8 <c a> <gs b> | + \grace b8\turn a2 <a c>8. <b d>16 | + + \break + <c e>4. <e g>8 <c a> <gs b> | + \grace b8 a2\fermata <a c>8. <a c>16 | + <a c>4. <a c>8 <c e> <b d> | + + \break + <gs b>2 <gs b>8. <gs b>16 | + <g b>4. <g b>8 <b d> <a c> | + a2 <a c>8. <a c>16 | + + \break + <c e>4. <b d>8 <d f> <b d> | + <b d>( <c e>4.) <b d>8 <c e> | + <b d>4. <a c>8 a <gs b> | + + \break + a8~ a2 r8 | + <a c>2\fermata r4 | + <gs b>2\fermata r4 | + <c e>2^\decr <b d>4\enddecr | + <a c>2\fermata <a c>8. <b d>16 | + + \break + <c e>8 <d f> <gs, b>4. <b d>8 | + <a c>2\fermata <a c>8. <b d>16 | + <c e>[ <b d>] <a c>8 <b d>4. <b d>8 | + + \break + <b d>8 <c e>2 r8 | <d f>2-> <b d>4 | + <c e>2 r8 <d f> | <gs, b e>2-> <gs b d>4 | + <a c>8 a4.\fermata r8 \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \key a \minor + \time 3/4 + \autoBeamOff + + <a a'>2\fermata r4 | + e'2\fermata r4 | + c2^\decr e4\enddecr | + a,2\fermata r4 | + R2. | + + \break + r2 e'8. e16 | + e4. e8 e e | + \grace a,8\turn a2 e'8. e16 | + + \break + e4. e8 e e | + \grace a,8 a2\fermata a8. a16 | + a4. a8 a \stemUp d \stemNeutral | + e2 e8. e16 | e4. e8 e e | a,2 c8. c16 | + c4. g'8 g g | + g( c,4.) g'8 g | + g4. e8 e e | + + \break + a,8~ a2 r8 | + a2\fermata r4 | + e'2 r4 | + e2 e4 | + a,2\fermata r4 | + + \break + R2. | R2. | R2. | + + \break + R2. | g'2-> g4 | + c,2 r8 d8 | e2 e4 | + a,8 a4.\fermata r8 +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \verseone } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \versetwo } + >> + + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 100 4 ) }} + + } diff --git a/22089-h/music/gone.midi b/22089-h/music/gone.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..43236c2 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/gone.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/gone.pdf b/22089-h/music/gone.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..75d50d5 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/gone.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/harbinger.ly b/22089-h/music/harbinger.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f52c2d9 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/harbinger.ly @@ -0,0 +1,140 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "HARBINGER OF LIBERTY." + poet = "Words by a Lady." + composer = "Music from by G. W. C." + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +leftbrace = \markup {\override #'(font-encoding . fetaBraces) \lookup #"brace140" } + +rightbrace = \markup {\rotate #180 \leftbrace } + + +verseOne = \lyricmode { + See yon glo -- rious star as -- cend -- ing, Bright -- ly + o'er the South -- ern sea! +} + +verseTwo = \lyricmode { + Truth and peace on earth por -- tend -- ing, Her -- ald + of a ju -- bi -- \markup{ "lee!" \hspace #2.0 \raise #3 \rightbrace } Hail it, Free -- men! Hail it, + Free -- men! 'Tis the star of Lib -- er -- ty. +} + +trebleOne = \relative c' { + \key d \major + \time 3/4 + \clef treble + \autoBeamOff + + \repeat volta 2 { + \partial 4 d'8 d | + d4 d d8 d | + d4 d d8 d | + + \break + d4 \stemUp b \stemNeutral a8 a | + a2^\fermata + } + e'8 d | + cs4 e fs8 e | + + \break + d4 fs d8 d + d8 cs \stemDown a4 \stemNeutral a | + a2_\fermata \bar "|." +} + +trebleTwo = \relative c' { + \key d \major + \time 3/4 + \clef treble + \autoBeamOff + + \repeat volta 2 { + \partial 4 <fs a>8 <fs a> | + <fs a>4 <g b> <fs a>8 <fs a> | + <d fs>4 <fs a> <fs a>8 <g b> | + + \break + <g b>4 \stemUp <b d> <a e'>8 <g cs> | + <fs d'>2^\fermata \bar ":|" + } + <a cs>8 <a d> | + <a e'>4 <a cs> <a d>8 <a e'> | + + \break + \stemDown <a fs'>4 \stemUp <a d> <fs a>8 <fs a> | + <g b>8 <g e'> <fs d'>4 <e cs'> | + <fs d'>2_\fermata +} + +bass = \relative c { + \key d \major + \time 3/4 + \clef bass + \autoBeamOff + + \repeat volta 2 { + \partial 4 d8 d | + d4 g d8 d | + d4 d fs8 e | + + \break + g4 g a8 a | + d,2^\fermata \bar ":|" + } + a'8 a | + a4 a fs8 e | + + \break + \stemUp d4 d d8 d | + \stemNeutral g8 e a4 a, | + \stemUp d2_\fermata +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upperOne" \new Voice = "trebleOne" { \trebleOne } + \new Staff = "upperTwo" \new Voice = "trebleTwo" { \trebleTwo } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "trebleOne" { \verseOne } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "trebleOne" { \verseTwo } + \new Staff = "bass" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + \context { \Score \override PaperColumn #'keep-inside-line = ##t } + + } + +} + + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" + << + \new Voice = "trebleOne" { \unfoldRepeats \trebleOne } + \new Voice = "trebleTwo" { \unfoldRepeats \trebleTwo } + >> + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \unfoldRepeats \bass } + >> + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 112 4 ) }} + +} + +%%Transcriber's Notes: + +%%Added missing fermatas at 2nd system, trebleTwo part, 2nd bar; and last system, trebleTwo and bass parts, last bar. + +%%Last system, trebleTwo part, 2nd bar: corrected second chord from <fs e> to <g e>.
\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/22089-h/music/harbinger.midi b/22089-h/music/harbinger.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..f0d716e --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/harbinger.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/harbinger.pdf b/22089-h/music/harbinger.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..90d0435 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/harbinger.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/harkIhear.ly b/22089-h/music/harkIhear.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c5c0741 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/harkIhear.ly @@ -0,0 +1,114 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "HARK! I HEAR A SOUND OF ANGUISH." + poet = "" + composer = "Air, \"Calvary.\" " + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + + +treble = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \key c \major + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + \time 2/2 + \stemUp + + <g' c >2. <b d >4 | + <c e >2. <b d >4 | + <a c > ( <g b > ) <f a > ( <e g > ) | + <e g> ( <g c > ) <g c >2 | + + \break + <b d > \slurDown <b e >4( << { \stemDown c8[) d8] } \new Voice = "alt" { \voiceTwo \stemUp fs } >> | + \stemUp <e g >2 <c e >4( <a c > ) | + <g b >2 <fs a > | + g1 | + <b d >2. <b d >4 | + + \break + <g c > ( <g b > ) a ( g ) | + c2 <b d > | + <c e > <c e > | + <c e >2. <g e' >4 | + <g d' > ( <a c > ) <g b > ( <f a > ) | + + \break + g2 fs | + g1 | + <a c >2. <a c >4 | + <a c > ( <g b > ) <g b >2^\fermata | + <f a >2. <f a >4 | + + \break + <f a>4( <e g>) <e g>2^\fermata | + <a e'>2. <a e'>4 | + <c f>2. <c f>4 | + <c e>2 <b d>2 | + <g c>1 \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \key c \major + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + \time 2/2 + + c2. g'4 | + c2. g4 | + c,2 c | + c c | + + g' g4( fs ) | + e2 c | + \stemUp d d | + \stemNeutral g1 | + g2. g4 | + + c,2 c | + e g | + c c, | + \stemDown c4( e g) c | + \slurDown b( a) \slurUp g( \stemUp c,) | + + d2 d | + g,1 | + a2. a4 | + \stemNeutral e'2 e^\fermata | + f2. f4 + + c2 c^\fermata | + c'2. bf4 | + a2. f4 | + g2 g, | + c1 | +} + +words = \lyricmode { + Hark! I hear a sound of an -- guish + In my _ own, my na -- tive land; Breth -- ren, + doomed in chains to lan -- guish, Lift to heaven the + sup -- pliant hand, And de -- spair -- ing, And de -- + spair -- ing, Death the end of woe de -- mand. +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \words } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 120 4 ) }} + } diff --git a/22089-h/music/harkIhear.midi b/22089-h/music/harkIhear.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..dda25f8 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/harkIhear.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/harkIhear.pdf b/22089-h/music/harkIhear.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..c4e0219 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/harkIhear.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/harkavoice.ly b/22089-h/music/harkavoice.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cc83b5a --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/harkavoice.ly @@ -0,0 +1,97 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "HARK! A VOICE FROM HEAVEN." + poet = "Words by Oliver Johnson." + composer = "Music--\"Zion.\"" + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +words = \lyricmode { + Hark! a voice from heaven pro -- claim -- ing, Com -- fort + to the mourn -- ing slave; God has heard him long com -- + plain -- ing, And ex -- tends his arm to save; Proud op -- + pres -- sion Soon shall find a shame -- ful grave; Proud op -- + pres -- sion, Soon shall find a shame -- ful end. +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \key ef \major + \time 3/4 + \clef treble + \autoBeamOff + \stemUp + + \partial 4 <g' bf>8. <g bf>16 | + <g bf>4 <ef g>4 <g ef'>8. <g bf>16 | + <af c>4 <g bf>4 <bf ef>8. <bf ef>16 | + + \break + <c f>8. <c f>16 <bf ef>4 <bf d>4 | + <g ef'>2 <g bf>8. <g bf>16 | + <g bf>4 <ef g>4 <g ef'>8. <g bf>16 | + + \break + <af c>4 <g bf>4 <bf ef>8. <bf ef>16 | + <c f>8. <c f>16 <bf ef>4 <bf d>4 | + <bf ef>2 <g bf>8. <g bf>16 | + + \break + <g bf>4 <ef g>4 <g bf>8. <g bf>16 | + <f af>8. <f af>16 <ef g>4 <d f>4 | + <ef g>2 <g bf>8. <g bf>16 | + + \break + <g bf>4 <ef g>4 <g bf>8. <g bf>16 | + <f af>8. <f af>16 <ef g>4 <d f>4 | + <ef g>2 \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \key ef \major + \time 3/4 + \clef bass + \autoBeamOff + + ef8. ef16 | + ef4 ef4 ef8. ef16 | + af4 ef4 g8. g16 | + + af8. af16 bf4 bf,4 | + ef2 ef8. ef16 | + ef4 ef4 ef8. ef16 | + + af4 ef4 g8. g16 | + af8. af16 bf4 bf,4 | + ef2 r4 | + + R2.*2 | + r2 ef8. ef16 | + + ef4 ef4 g8. g16 | + af8. af16 bf4 bf,4 | + ef2 \bar "|." +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \words } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + \context { \Lyrics \override LyricSpace #'minimum-distance = #2 } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 120 4 ) }} + +} + diff --git a/22089-h/music/harkavoice.midi b/22089-h/music/harkavoice.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..91ccbdc --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/harkavoice.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/harkavoice.pdf b/22089-h/music/harkavoice.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..39285a1 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/harkavoice.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/heardye.ly b/22089-h/music/heardye.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b836dc7 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/heardye.ly @@ -0,0 +1,116 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "HEARD YE THAT CRY." + composer = "From \"Wind of the Winter night.\"" + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + + +leftbrace = \markup {\override #'(font-encoding . fetaBraces) \lookup #"brace140" } + +rightbrace = \markup {\rotate #180 \leftbrace } + +verseone = \lyricmode { + Heard ye that cry! Twas the + wail of a + slave, +} + +versetwo = \lyricmode { + \set ignoreMelismata = ##t As he sank in des -- pair, to the + \unset ignoreMelismata + rest of the \markup{ "grave;" \hspace #2.0 \raise #3 \rightbrace } Be -- + hold him where + bleed -- ing and pros -- trate he lies, Un -- + friend -- ed he lived, and un -- pit -- ied he died. +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \key g \major + \time 3/4 + \clef treble + \autoBeamOff + + \repeat volta 2 { \partial 4 <d g>8( <d a'>8) | + <d b'>2 <d a'>8( <d g>8) | + <c e>2 <d fs>8 <d g>8 | + + \break + <d a'>2 <d g>8 <d a'>8 | + <d g b>2 } \stemUp <g b>8( <a c>8) | + <b d>2 <a c>8 <g b>8 | + + \break + <fs a>2 <fs a>8 <g b>8 | + <a c>2 <g b>8 <fs a>8 | + <g b>2^\fermata <g b>8( <a c>8) | + + \break + <b d>2 <a c>8 <g b>8 | + <c e>2 <b d>8 <a c>8 | + <g b>2 <a c>8 <fs a>8 | + <b, g'>2 \bar "|." +} + + +bass = \relative c { + \key g \major + \time 3/4 + \clef bass + \autoBeamOff + + \repeat volta 2 { \partial 4 g'8( d8) | + g2 fs8( g8) | + c,2 \stemUp d8 d8 | + + \stemNeutral d2 d8 d8 | + g2 } g8( d8) | + g2 fs8 g8 | + + d2 d8 d8 | + d2 d8 d8 | + g2\fermata g8( g8) | + + g2 fs8 g8 | + c,2 g'8 fs8 | + g2 d8 d8 | + \stemDown <g g,>2 \bar "|." +} + + + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \verseone } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \versetwo } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \unfoldRepeats \treble } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \unfoldRepeats \bass } + >> + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 100 4 ) }} + +} + + +%%Transcriber's Note: + +%%A separate score is provided to unfold the repeats and generate the midi. diff --git a/22089-h/music/heardye.midi b/22089-h/music/heardye.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..437c56c --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/heardye.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/heardye.pdf b/22089-h/music/heardye.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..4d52f34 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/heardye.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/lastnight.ly b/22089-h/music/lastnight.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3cbae98 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/lastnight.ly @@ -0,0 +1,99 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "THE LAST NIGHT OF SLAVERY." + composer = "Tune--\"Cherokee Death-song.\"" + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +words = \lyricmode { + \set ignoreMelismata = ##t Let \unset ignoreMelismata the floods clap their hands, Let the moun -- tains re -- + joice, Let all the glad lands Breathe a ju -- bi -- lant + voice; The sun that now sets on the waves of the + sea Shall gild with his ris -- ing the land of the free. +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 2/4 + \key f \major + \autoBeamOff + \stemUp + + \partial 8*1 <a' c>16( <a c>) | + <a c>4 <f a>8. <g bf>16 | + <a c>4 <bf d>8. <a c>16 | + <g bf>4 <e g>8. <e g>16 | + + \break + <e g>4 \voiceOne << { g8.[ a16] } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo \autoBeamOff e8. f16 \oneVoice } >> \oneVoice | + \stemUp <g bf>4 <e g>8 <f a> | + <g bf>8[ <bf d>] <a c>8. <g bf>16 | + <f a>4 \voiceOne << { f8. f16 } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo \autoBeamOff f8. f16 \oneVoice } >> \oneVoice | + + \break + \stemUp f4 \stemDown e8 \melisma f \melismaEnd | + \stemUp <e g>4 <e g>8. <e g>16 | + <e g>8[ <f a>] <f a>8. f16 | + e16[ c8.] c8 c | + + \break + c4 e8. \melisma f16 \melismaEnd | + <e g>4 <e g>8 <f a> | + <g bf>8[ <bf d>] <a c>8. <g bf>16 | + <f a>4 <d f>8. <d f>16 | + \partial 8*3 <d f>4 r8 \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \time 2/4 + \key f \major + \autoBeamOff + + \partial 8*1 f16( f) | + f4 f8. f16 | + f4 f8. f16 | + c4 c8. c16 | + + \break + c4 c8. ~ c16 | + c4 c8 c | + c4 c8. c16 | + f4 f8. f16 | + + \break + f4 c8 ~ c | + c4 c8. c16 | + c4 f8. a16 | + c4 c8 c | + + \break + c4 bf8. a16 | + g4 c,8 f | + bf,4 c8. c16 | + f4 f8. f16 + \partial 8*3 f4 r8 | +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \words } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + \context { \Lyrics \override LyricSpace #'minimum-distance = #2 } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 120 4 ) }} + +} diff --git a/22089-h/music/lastnight.midi b/22089-h/music/lastnight.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..d538f8d --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/lastnight.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/lastnight.pdf b/22089-h/music/lastnight.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..f9f085e --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/lastnight.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/lawoflove.ly b/22089-h/music/lawoflove.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a28a124 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/lawoflove.ly @@ -0,0 +1,154 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "THE LAW OF LOVE." + poet = "Words by a Lady." + composer = "Music by G. W. C." + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +verseOne = \lyricmode { + Blest is the man whose ten -- der heart Feels + all a -- noth -- er's pain, To whom the + sup -- pli -- cat -- ing eye Was nev -- er + raised in vain, Was ne -- ver raised in vain. +} + +verseTwo = \lyricmode { + Whose breast ex -- pands with gen -- erous warmth, A + stran -- ger's woe to feel, And bleeds in + pi -- ty o'er the wound, He wants the + power to heal, He wants the power to heal. +} + +soprano = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 3/4 + \key a \major + \autoBeamOff + \override Stem #'neutral-direction = #up + + \partial 4 a'4 | + a4.( b8) gs4 | + a2 a4 | + gs( b) b | + cs2^\fermata cs4 | + + \break + b4( gs) a | + gs2 a4 | + \stemDown b2^\fermata \stemNeutral cs4 | + d( cs) b | + + \break + a2 a4 | + b( a) b | + \stemNeutral cs2^\fermata gs4 | + gs2 a4 | + + \break + d4( cs) b | + a2 cs8.[ b16] | + a4( b) cs | + a2 gs4 | + a2. \bar "|." +} + +alto = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 3/4 + \key a \major + \autoBeamOff + + \partial 4 <e a>4 | + << { \slurDown cs'4.( d8) } \\ { e,2 } >> <e b'>4 | + <e a>2 <e cs'>4 | + << { \slurDown b'4( d) } \\{ e,2 } >> <e gs>4 | + <e a>2^\fermata <e a>4 | + + \break + << { \slurDown gs4( b4) } \\{ e,2 } >> <e cs'>4 | + <e b'>2 <e a>4 | + <e gs>2^\fermata a4 | + \stemUp \slurDown b( a) b | + + \break + \stemNeutral cs2 cs4 | + \slurUp d( cs) d | + e2^\fermata <e, b'>4 | + << { \slurDown b'4( e) } \\{ e,2 } >> <e cs'>4 | + + \break + << { b'4( a) } \\{ e2 } >> <e b'>4 | + <e cs'>2 << { e'8. d16 } \\{ e,4 } >> | + \stemUp \slurDown <e cs'>4( <fs d'>) <a e'> | + <e cs'>2 <d b'>4 | + <cs a'>2. \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \time 3/4 + \key a \major + \autoBeamOff + \override Stem #'neutral-direction = #up + + \partial 4 a'4 | + a2 e4 | + fs2 fs4 | + e2 e4 | + a,2^\fermata cs4 | + + \break + e2 e4 | + e2 e4 | + e2^\fermata + %% SMALL NOTES START + \set fontSize = #-3 + e4 | + e2 e4 | + + \break + e2 e4 | + e2 e4 | + e2^\fermata + \unset fontSize + %% SMALL NOTES END + e4 | + e2 e4 | + + \break + e2 e4 | + a2 e4 | + cs( d) e | + e2 \stemDown d4 | + \stemNeutral a2. \bar "|." +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upperOne" \new Voice = "soprano" { \soprano } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "soprano" { \verseOne } + \new Staff = "upperTwo" \new Voice = "alto" { \alto } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "soprano" { \verseTwo } + \new Staff = "bass" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 120 4 ) }} + +} + +%%Transcriber's Notes: + +%%Last system, bass staff, 3d bar: last note corrected to E; 4th bar: second note corrected to D. + +%%Last system, alto staff, last bar: bottom note of chord corrected to C-sharp.
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\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/22089-h/music/libertyball.midi b/22089-h/music/libertyball.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..ed0de67 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/libertyball.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/libertyball.pdf b/22089-h/music/libertyball.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..2c0c4a3 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/libertyball.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/libertyparty.ly b/22089-h/music/libertyparty.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0a166ed --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/libertyparty.ly @@ -0,0 +1,112 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "THE LIBERTY PARTY." + poet = "Words by E. Wright, jr." + composer = "Tune--\"'Tis Dawn, the Lark is Singing.\"" + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +verseone = \lyricmode { + Will ye des -- pise the a -- corn, Just thrust -- ing out its + shoot, Ye gi -- ants of the for -- est, That + strike the deep -- est root? Will ye des -- pise the + stream -- lets Up -- on the moun -- tain side; Ye + broad and migh -- ty riv -- ers, + On sweep -- ing to the tide? +} + +versetwo = \lyricmode { + Wilt thou des -- pise the cres -- cent, That trem -- bles, new -- ly + born, Thou bright and peer -- less plan -- et, Whose + reign shall reach the morn? Time now his scythe is + whet -- ting, Ye gi -- ant oaks, for you; Ye + floods, the sea is thirst -- ing, To drink you like the dew. +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 4/4 + \key bf \major + \autoBeamOff + \stemUp + + \partial 4*1 \voiceOne << { f4 } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo f4 \oneVoice } >> \oneVoice | + <f bf>4. <f bf>8 \stemUp <bf d>4 <g bf>4 | + <g bf>2 <ef g>4 <g bf>4 | + \voiceOne << { f4 } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo f4 \oneVoice } >> \oneVoice <f bf>4 <f c'>4 \stemUp <bf d>4 | + + \break + <a c>2 r4 \voiceOne << { f4 } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo f4 \oneVoice } >> \oneVoice | + <f bf> <f bf> \stemUp <bf d> <g bf> | + <g bf>2 <ef g>4 <g bf> | + + \break + \voiceOne << { f4. } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo f4. \oneVoice } >> \oneVoice <f bf>8 <f d'>4 <ef c'> | + <d bf'>2 r4 \voiceOne << { f4 } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo f4 \oneVoice } >> \oneVoice | + \stemUp <a c>4. <a c>8 <g bf>4 <a c> | + + \break + <bf d>2 <bf d>4 <bf d>4 | + <c ef>4 <bf d>4 \voiceOne << { g4 } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo g4 \oneVoice } >> \oneVoice \stemUp <a c>4 | + \voiceOne << { bf2( a4) } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo ef2. \oneVoice } >> \oneVoice <d f>4 | + + \break + <f bf>4. <f bf>8 \stemUp <bf d>4 <g bf> | + <g bf>2 <ef g>4 <g bf> | + \voiceOne << { f4. } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo f4. \oneVoice } >> \oneVoice <f bf>8 <f bf d>4 <ef a c> + \partial 4*3 <d f bf>2 r4 \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \time 4/4 + \key bf \major + \autoBeamOff + + \partial 4*1 f4 | + bf,4. bf8 bf4 bf | + ef2 ef4 ef | + \stemUp d d \stemNeutral c bf | + + \break + f'2 r4 f4 | + bf, bf bf bf | + ef2 ef4 ef | + + \break + \stemUp d4. \stemNeutral bf8 f'4 f | + bf,2 r4 f' | + f4. f8 f4 f | + + \break + bf2 bf4 bf | + g f ef c | + f2. f4 | + + \break + bf,4. bf8 bf4 bf | + ef2 ef4 ef | + \stemUp d4. \stemNeutral bf8 f'4 f + \partial 4*3 bf,2 r4 | +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \verseone } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \versetwo } + >> + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 108 4 ) }} +} diff --git a/22089-h/music/libertyparty.midi b/22089-h/music/libertyparty.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..7d16726 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/libertyparty.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/libertyparty.pdf b/22089-h/music/libertyparty.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..7d7fcc6 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/libertyparty.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/libertyvoter.ly b/22089-h/music/libertyvoter.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..889bbf2 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/libertyvoter.ly @@ -0,0 +1,112 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "THE LIBERTY VOTER'S SONG." + poet = "Words by E. Wright, jr." + composer = "Air, from \"Niel Gow's Farewell.\"" + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +words = \lyricmode { + The vote, the vote, the migh -- ty vote, Though once we used a + hum -- bler note, And prayed our ser -- vants to be just, We + tell them now they must, they must. The ty -- rant's grap -- ple + by our vote, We'll loos -- en from our bro -- ther's throat, With + Wash -- ing -- ton we here a -- gree, The + vote's the wea -- pon of the free. +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 4/4 + \key g \major + \autoBeamOff + \stemUp + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + + \partial 4 <d g>4 | + <b d> <d g> <d g> <e b'> | + <d a'> <b e> <b e> <e g> | + d <b g'> <b g'> <d b'> | + + \break + <b d'>4 <d b'> <d b'>^\fermata <b' d> | + <c e> <c g'> <b d> <g b> | + <a c>8[ <g b>] <fs a>[ <e g>] <fs a>4. <g b>8 | + + \break + <b, d>4 <e g> <g b>8[ <fs a>] <e g>[ <d a'>] | + <d b'>4 <b g'> <b g'>4.^\fermata <g' b>8^\markup { \bold "Chorus." } | + <b d>4 <g b> <b g'> <b d> | + + \break + <a c>8[ <g b>] <fs a>[ <e g>] <fs a>4. <g b>8 | + <b d>4 <g b> <b g'> <b d> | + <c e> <b d> <g g'>4. <b d>8 | + + \break + <c e>4 <c g'> <b d> <g b> | + <a c>8[ <g b>] <fs a>[ <e g>] <d a'>4.^\fermata <d b'>8 | + + \break + d4. <e g>8 <g b>[ <fs a>] <fs a>[ <e g>] | + <d b'>4 <b g'> <b g'>^\fermata \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \time 4/4 + \key g \major + \autoBeamOff + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + + \partial 4 g'4 | + d g g g | + d e e e | + d e g g | + + \break + g4 g g^\fermata g | + c, c \stemUp d \stemNeutral g | + \stemUp d d d4. \stemNeutral b8 | + + \break + d4 e d d | + g g g4.^\fermata g8 | + g4 g g g | + + \break + d4 d d4. g8 | + g4 g g g | + c, c c4. \stemUp d8 | + + \break + \stemNeutral g4 g g g | + d d d4.^\fermata g8 | + + \break + d4. d8 d4 d + g g \stemDown <g, g'>^\fermata \bar "|." +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \words } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + \context { \Lyrics \override LyricSpace #'minimum-distance = #2 } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 140 4 ) }} +} + diff --git a/22089-h/music/libertyvoter.midi b/22089-h/music/libertyvoter.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..b8f7dd2 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/libertyvoter.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/libertyvoter.pdf b/22089-h/music/libertyvoter.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..024a0a5 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/libertyvoter.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/littleslavegirl.ly b/22089-h/music/littleslavegirl.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d26d90a --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/littleslavegirl.ly @@ -0,0 +1,92 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "THE LITTLE SLAVE GIRL." + poet = "Words by a Lady." + composer = "Air--Morgiana in Ireland." + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +words = \lyricmode { + When bright morn -- ing lights the hills, + Where free chil -- dren sing most cheer -- i -- ly, My young breast with + sor -- row fills, While here I plod my + way so wea -- ri -- ly: Sad my face, more sad my heart, From + home, from all I had to part, A + lov -- ing moth -- er, my \set ignoreMelismata = ##t sis -- \unset ignoreMelismata ter, my bro -- ther, For + chains and lash in hope -- less mis -- e -- ry, + Chil -- dren try it, could you try it; + But one day to live in sla -- ve -- ry, Chil -- dren try it, + try it, try it; Come, come, give me lib -- er -- ty. +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 6/8 + \key g \major + \autoBeamOff + \stemUp + + \voiceOne << { d4 d8 g4 g8 } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo \autoBeamOff d4 d8 g4 g8 \oneVoice } >> \oneVoice | + \stemUp <fs a>8[ <e g>] <fs a> <g b>4 r8 | + + \break + \voiceOne << { d4 d8 g4 } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo \autoBeamOff d4 d8 g4 \oneVoice } >> \oneVoice \stemUp <fs a>8 | + <g b>4 <a c>8 <g b> <e g> \voiceOne << { e^\fermata } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo \autoBeamOff e \oneVoice } >> \oneVoice | + \voiceOne << { d4 d8 g4 g8 } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo \autoBeamOff d4 d8 g4 g8 \oneVoice } >> \oneVoice | + + \break + \stemUp <fs a>8[ <e g>] <fs a> <g b>4 <a c>8 | + <b d>8[ <c e>] <b d> <a c>[ <g b>] <e g> | + + \break + <e g>4 <fs a>8 <g b> <e g> e^\fermata | + <b' d>4 <b d>8 <b d>[ <a c>] <g b> | + <c e>4 <d fs>8 <e g>4_\fermata <b d>8 | + + \break + <b d>4 <b d>8 <b d>[ <a c>] <g b> | + <c e>4 <d fs>8 <e g>4_\fermata <b d>8 | + + \break + <b d>8[ <c e>] <b d> <b d> <a c> <g b> | + <c e>( <d fs>) <c e> <c e> <d fs> <e g> | + + \break + <b d>( <c e>) <a c> <g b>[ <a c>] <fs a> | + <e g>4 <fs a>8 <g b> <e g> e^\fermata | + + \break + %[**NOTE: image shows <e g>4 <e g>8 <g b>16 <b d>4. r8 -- "4." should be "8."] + <e g>4 <e g>8 <g b>16 <b d>8. r8 | + %[**NOTE: image shows g4 g8 <a c>16 <c e>4. r8 -- "4." should be "8."] + \voiceOne << { g4 g8 } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo \autoBeamOff g4 g8 \oneVoice } >> \oneVoice \stemUp <a c>16 <c e>8. r8 | + + \break + <e, g>4 <e g>8 <e g>4 <fs a>8 | + <g b>4 <a c>8 <g b> <e g> \voiceOne << { e^\fermata } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo \autoBeamOff e \oneVoice } >> \oneVoice \stemUp | + <e g>4 <e g>8 <g b>16 <b d>8. r8 | + + \break + <a c>16 <c e>8. r8 <g b>16 <b d>8. r8 | + <c e>16[ <e g>8.] r8 <g, b>16[ <b d>8.] r8 | + <e, g>4 <fs a>8 <g b> <e g> e^\fermata \bar "|." +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \words } + >> + + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 84 4 ) }} +} diff --git a/22089-h/music/littleslavegirl.midi b/22089-h/music/littleslavegirl.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..9270828 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/littleslavegirl.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/littleslavegirl.pdf b/22089-h/music/littleslavegirl.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..26c97d9 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/littleslavegirl.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/manandbrother.ly b/22089-h/music/manandbrother.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7d1eb4e --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/manandbrother.ly @@ -0,0 +1,124 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "AM I NOT A MAN AND BROTHER?" + poet = "Words by A. C. L." + composer = "Air--\"Bride's Farewell.\"" + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +lineOne = \lyricmode { + Am I not a man and broth -- er? + Ought I not, then, to be free? + + Christ our Sa -- viour, Christ our Sa -- viour, + Died for me as well as thee. +} + +lineTwo = \lyricmode { + Sell me not one to an -- oth -- er, + Take not thus my lib -- er -- ty. +} + +lineFine = \lyricmode { + Christ our Sa -- viour, Christ our Sa -- viour, + Died for me as well as thee. +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \key g \major + \time 2/4 + \clef treble + \autoBeamOff + \stemUp + + \repeat volta 2 { <g' b>4 <fs a> | + <e g> d | + <fs a> <e g>8[ <fs a>] | + <g b> <b d>4 r8 | + + \break + <g b>4 <fs a> | + <e g> d | + <fs a>( <a c>8) <g b>16[ <fs a>] | + g4.^\fermata r8^\markup { \bold "Fine." } } + + \break + \tag #'toDC { <a c>4 <a c> | + <c e> <a c> | + <a c> <a c>8[ <b d>16 <c e> ] | + <c e>8 <b d>4 r8 | + + \break + <b d>4 <a cs> | + <a c!> <g b> | + <fs a> <a cs> | + <fs a d>4.\fermata r8^\markup { \bold "D.C." } \bar "|." } +} + +bass = \relative c { + \key g \major + \time 2/4 + \clef bass + \autoBeamOff + + \repeat volta 2 { g'4 d | + e b | + d d | + g8 g4 r8 | + + g4 d | + e b | + d4. d8 | + <g g,>4.^\fermata r8 } + + \tag #'toDC { c,4 c | + c c | + c c | + g'8 g4 r8 | + + d4 a' | + a g | + \stemUp d a | + d4.^\fermata r8 } +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \lineOne } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \lineTwo } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "bass" { \lineFine } + >> + + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } +} + + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Voice = "treble" { \unfoldRepeats { \treble } %%% from begining, through repeats, to D.C. + \removeWithTag #'toDC \treble } %%% D. C. to FINE + + \new Staff = "lower" { \unfoldRepeats { \bass } %%% from begining, through repeats, to D.C. + \removeWithTag #'toDC \bass } %%% D. C. to FINE + >> + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 100 4) }} + +} + + +%%Transcriber's Note: + +%% Last system, last bar, top staff: added missing fermata.
\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/22089-h/music/manandbrother.midi b/22089-h/music/manandbrother.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..8e01618 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/manandbrother.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/manandbrother.pdf b/22089-h/music/manandbrother.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..188912e --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/manandbrother.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/marchtothebattlefield.ly b/22089-h/music/marchtothebattlefield.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3e78781 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/marchtothebattlefield.ly @@ -0,0 +1,160 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "MARCH TO THE BATTLEFIELD." + poet = "Parody by G. W. C." + composer = "Air \"Oft in the stilly night.\"" + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +verseOne = \lyricmode { + March to the bat -- tle -- field, The foe is now be -- + fore us; Each heart is free -- dom's shield, And + heaven is smil -- ing o'er us The + woes and pains of slave -- ry's chains, That + bind three mill -- ions un -- der; In proud dis -- dain we'll + burst their chain, And tear each link a -- sun -- der. +} + +soprano = \relative c' { + \key c \major + \time 2/4 + \clef treble + \autoBeamOff + + g'4 g8. g16 | + c16 c8. c8 c8 | + g8. g16 g8 c8 | + + \break + b8[ c16 d16] c4 | + g4 g8. g16 | + c8. c16 c8 c8 | + + \break + c8 c8 c8. c16 | + b4^\fermata c8 \bar "||" r16 c16 | + + \break + c8. g16 g8. c16 | + \stemUp b8. \stemNeutral g16 g8 r16 g16 | + + \break + g8. g16 g8. g16 | + \stemUp b4 \stemNeutral g8 r16 c16 | + c8. g16 g8. g16 | + + \break + \stemUp b8. \stemNeutral g16 g8 r16 g16 | + c8. g16 g8 g8 | + b8[ c16 d16] c4 \bar "|." +} + +alto = \relative c' { + \key c \major + \time 2/4 + \clef treble + \autoBeamOff + \stemUp + + <c' e>4 <c e>8. <b d>16 | + <a c>16 <f a>8. <f a>8 <a c>8 | + <e g>8. <e g>16 <e c'>8 <g e'>8 | + + d'8[ e16 f16] <g, e'>4 | + <c e>4 <c e>8. <b d>16 | + <a c>8. <f a>16 <f a>8 <a c>8 | + + <e g>8 <e g>8 <g e'>8. <e c'>16 | + <f d'>4_\fermata <e c'>8 \bar "||" r16 <e g>16 | + + <e g>8. <e c'>16 <e c'>8. <e c'>16 | + <f d'>8. <e c'>16 <e c'>8 r16 <e c'>16 | + + <c e'>8. <c c'>16 <e c'>8. <e c'>16 | + <f d'>4 <e c'>8 r16 <e g>16 | + <e g>8. <e c'>16 <e c'>8. <e c'>16 | + + <f d'>8. <e c'>16 <e c'>8 r16 <e c'>16 | + <g e'>8. <e c'>16 <e c'>8 <e c'>8 | + d'8[ e16 f16] <g, e'>4^\markup { \bold "D.C." } \bar "|." +} + +tenor = \relative c' { + \key c \major + \time 2/4 + \clef treble + \autoBeamOff + \stemDown + + s2 | s2 | s2 | + + g'4 s4 | s2 | s2 | + + s2 | s4 s8 \bar "||" s8 | + + s2 | s2 | + + s2 | s2 | s2 | + + s2 | s2 | g4 s4 \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \key c \major + \time 2/4 + \clef bass + \autoBeamOff + \override Stem #'neutral-direction = #up + + c4 c8. c16 | + c16 c8. c8 c8 | + c8. c16 c8 c8 | + + g'4 c,4 | + c4 c8. c16 | + f8. f16 f8 f8 | + + c8 c8 c8. c16 | + g'4^\fermata c,8 \bar "||" r16 c16 | + + c8. c16 c8. g'16 | + g8. c,16 c8 r16 c16 | + + c8. c16 c8. c16 | + g'4 c,8 r16 c16 | + c8. c16 c8. c16 | + + g'8. c,16 c8 r16 c16 | + c8. c16 c8 c8 | + g'4 c,4 \bar "|." +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upperOne" \new Voice = "soprano" { \soprano } + \new Staff = "upperTwo" + << + \new Voice = "alto" { \alto } + \new Voice = "tenor" { \tenor } + >> + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "alto" { \verseOne } + \new Staff = "bass" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 92 4 ) }} + +} + +%%Transcriber's Note: + +%%Repeat not generated in the midi, as the song is complete without it. diff --git a/22089-h/music/marchtothebattlefield.midi b/22089-h/music/marchtothebattlefield.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..ae00011 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/marchtothebattlefield.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/marchtothebattlefield.pdf b/22089-h/music/marchtothebattlefield.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..a8b82fd --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/marchtothebattlefield.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/mercyseat.ly b/22089-h/music/mercyseat.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..90c3e90 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/mercyseat.ly @@ -0,0 +1,150 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "THE MERCY SEAT." + poet = "Words by Mrs. Sigourney." + composer = "Music by G. W. C." + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +verseOne = \lyricmode { + From eve -- ry stor -- my wind that blows, + From eve -- ry swell -- ing tide of + woes, There is a calm a sure re -- + treat-- Our re -- fuge is the Mer -- cy -- seat. +} + +verseTwo = \lyricmode { + There is a place where Je -- sus sheds + The oil of glad -- ness on our + heads, A place than all be -- side more + sweet-- We seek the blood -- bought Mer -- cy -- seat. +} + +soprano = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 2/4 + \key d \major + \autoBeamOff + \override Stem #'neutral-direction = #up + + \partial 4 fs4 | + fs8[ a] b[ g] | + fs4 a8[ fs] | + fs[ e] g[ b] | + b4( a) + + \break + r4. a8 | + g[ fs] g[ a] | + b[ cs] d[ b] | + b[ a] e'[ d] | + + \break + d4^\fermata( cs8) r8 | + r4 a | + a8[ fs] fs[ a] | + d4. a8 | + d[ e] fs[ g] | + + \break + fs4( e8) e | + fs8( d4) \stemNeutral b8 | + a8( d4) fs16[ e16] | + d4 cs4 | + d2 \bar "|." +} + +alto = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 2/4 + \key d \major + \autoBeamOff + \stemUp + + <fs a>4 | + <fs a>8[ <d fs>] <b' d>[ <g b>] | + <fs a>4 <d fs>8[ <fs a>] | + <fs a>[ <e g>] <cs e>[ <e g>] | + << { \voiceOne g4( fs4) } \\{ \voiceThree d2 } >> \oneVoice | + + \break + r4. <d fs>8 | + <cs e>[ d] <cs e>[ <d fs>] | + <e g>[ <fs a>] <g b>[ <fs d'>] | + <g d'>[ <e cs'>] <e cs'>[ <d b'>] | + + \break + \slurUp <d b'>4^\fermata( <cs as'>8) r8 | + r4 <fs d'> | + <fs d'>8[ <d a'>] <fs a>[ <d fs>] | + <fs a>4. <d fs>8 | + <fs b>[ <g cs>] <fs d'>[ <e e'>] | + + \break + <d d'>4( <cs cs'>8) <e cs'> | + \stemUp <a d>8( <fs a>4) <e g>8 | + <d fs>8( <fs a>4) <fs d'>16[ <g e'>] | + <a fs'>4 <g e'>4 | + <fs d'>2 \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \time 2/4 + \key d \major + \autoBeamOff + \override Stem #'neutral-direction = #up + + d4 | + d d | + d d | + a a | + d2 | + + \break + r4. d8 | + a4 a | + d8[ fs] g4 | + e es | + + \break + fs4^\fermata ~ fs8 r8 | + r4 d | + d d | + d4. d8 | + g[ e] fs[ g] | + + \break + a4. a8 | + d,4. d8 | + d4. fs16[ g16] | + a4 a,4 | + d2 \bar "|." +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upperOne" \new Voice = "soprano" { \soprano } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "soprano" { \verseOne } + \new Staff = "upperTwo" \new Voice = "alto" { \alto } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "soprano" { \verseTwo } + \new Staff = "bass" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 100 4 ) }} + +} + +%%Transcriber's Notes: + +%%Dissonances are retained as in the original, as there are so many it is not clear whether they were intended.
\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/22089-h/music/mercyseat.midi b/22089-h/music/mercyseat.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..6257b37 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/mercyseat.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/mercyseat.pdf b/22089-h/music/mercyseat.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..4e61b88 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/mercyseat.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/monarch.ly b/22089-h/music/monarch.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..32735b8 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/monarch.ly @@ -0,0 +1,75 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { +title = "I AM MONARCH OF NOUGHT I SURVEY." +poet = "A Parody." +composer = "Air \"Old Dr. Fleury.\"" +tagline = "" +} + +trebleOne = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \key g \major + \time 6/8 + \autoBeamOff + \partial 4 g'8[ g] | \stemUp b g b \stemDown d b d | b4. b | d8 c b b \stemNeutral a g | \break + d'4. d4 ~ d8 | \stemUp b8 g b \stemDown d b d | b4. b | \break + d8 b d c b c | b4. b | \stemUp b8 g b b g b | \break + \stemNeutral c4. e4 ~ e8 | d8 c b b a g | d'4. a4 ~ a8 | \break + b8 d d d b d | b4. e | d8 a d c b c | b2.^\fermata \bar "|." +} + +trebleTwo = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \key g \major + \time 6/8 + \autoBeamOff + \partial 4 d8[ d] | g8 d g \stemUp b g \stemDown b | d4. d | \stemUp b8 a b \stemNeutral d c b | + a4. d,4 ~ d8 | g8 d g \stemUp b g b | \stemNeutral d4. d | + b8 d b a g a | g4. d' | d8 b d d b d | + e4. c4 ~ c8 | b8 c d d c b | a4. d,4 ~ d8 | + g8 d g \stemUp b g \stemNeutral b | d4. c | b8 d b a g a | g2.^\fermata \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \key g \major + \time 6/8 + \autoBeamOff + \partial 4 g'8[ g] | g g g g g g | g4. g | d8 d d d d d | + d4. d4 ~ d8 | g8 g g g g g | g4. g | + g8 g g d d d | g4. g | g8 g g g g g | + c,4. c4 ~ c8 | g'8 g g d d d | \stemUp d4. d4 ~ d8 | + \stemNeutral g8 g g g g g | g4. c, | d8 d d d d d | g2. \bar "|." +} + +words = \lyricmode { + "I am" mon -- arch of nought I sur -- vey, + My wrongs there are none to dis -- pute; + My mas -- ter con -- veys me a -- way, + His whims or ca -- pri -- ces to suit. + O sla -- ver -- y, where are the + charms that "\"pa" -- "triarchs\"" have seen in thy face; + I dwell in the midst of a -- larms, + And serve in a hor -- ri -- ble place. +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upperOne" \new Voice = "trebleOne" { \trebleOne } + \new Staff = "upperTwo" \new Voice = "trebleTwo" { \trebleTwo } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "trebleTwo" { \words } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 100 4 ) }} + +} diff --git a/22089-h/music/monarch.midi b/22089-h/music/monarch.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..6bf204f --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/monarch.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/monarch.pdf b/22089-h/music/monarch.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..cdd2133 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/monarch.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/negrosappeal.ly b/22089-h/music/negrosappeal.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f7a2141 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/negrosappeal.ly @@ -0,0 +1,137 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + + +\header { + title = "THE NEGRO'S APPEAL." + poet = "Words by Cowper." + composer = "Tune--\"Isle of Beauty.\"" + tagline = "" +} + +leftbrace = \markup {\override #'(font-encoding . fetaBraces) \lookup #"brace140" } + +rightbrace = \markup {\rotate #180 \leftbrace } + + +lineOne= \lyricmode { + Forced from home and all its plea -- sures, Af -- ric's coast I + left _ for -- _ lorn; +} + +lineTwo = \lyricmode { + To in -- crease a stran -- ger's trea -- sures, + O'er the rag -- ing \skip8 \skip8 \skip8 \skip8 \skip2 bil -- lows borne. + \once \override LyricText #'self-alignment-X = #0.6 + \markup{ \raise #3 \rightbrace " Chris"} -- tian peo -- ple + bought and sold me, Paid my price in pal -- try gold: +} + +lineFine = \lyricmode { + But though slave they have en -- rolled me, \markup { \italic Minds } + are ne -- ver to _ be _ sold. +} + +trebleOne = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 4/4 + \key ef \major + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + + \tag #'first { \stemUp bf'4. af8 g4 g | + g4. f8 f4 ef | + bf'4. g8 af4 \stemNeutral c | \break } + + \tag #'fine { \override TextScript #'staff-padding = #3 + bf8[ ^\markup { \bold "1st time." } af] g[ f] + \once \override Script #'script-priority = #-100 g2^\fermata ^\markup { \bold "FINE."} \bar ":|" } + \tag #'toDC { \stemUp bf4 ^\markup { \bold "2d time."} f g2 \bar "||" + \stemNeutral af4. g8 f4 f | + + \break + f4. ef8 ef4 d | + bf'4. bf8 bf4 bf | + c4. c8^\markup {\bold "D.C."} bf2 \bar "|." } +} + +trebleTwo = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 4/4 + \key ef \major + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + + \tag #'first { g'4. f8 ef4 ef | + \stemUp bf'4. \stemNeutral af8 af4 g | + ef'4. bf8 d8[ c8] bf8[ af8] | } + + \tag #'fine { g8[ f8] ef8[ d8] ef2^\fermata | } + \tag #'toDC { g8[ f8] bf8.[ d,16] ef2 | + f4. ef8 d4 d | + + af'4. g8 g4 f4 | + f4. f8 g4 g | + a4. a8 \stemUp bf2 } +} + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \time 4/4 + \key ef \major + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + + \tag #'first { ef4. ef8 ef4 ef | + ef4. ef8 ef4 ef | + g4. ef8 af4 af | } + + \tag #'fine { bf4 bf, ef2^\fermata | } + \tag #'toDC { bf'4 bf, ef2 | + bf4. bf8 bf4 bf | + + bf4. bf8 bf4 bf | + bf4. bf8 ef4 ef | + f4. f8 bf,2 } +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upperOne" \new Voice = "trebleOne" { \trebleOne } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "trebleOne" { \lineOne } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "trebleOne" { \lineTwo } + \new Staff = "upperTwo" \new Voice = "trebleTwo" { \trebleTwo } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "trebleOne" { \lineFine } + \new Staff = "bass" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +} + +%%%Separate score block to unfold the repeats and generate the midi + +\score { +<< +\new Staff = "miditrebleOne" + << + \new Voice = "midiUpperOne" { \removeWithTag #'toDC \trebleOne %% first time, through first alternative + \removeWithTag #'fine \trebleOne %% second time, through 2nd alternative to D.C. + \removeWithTag #'toDC \trebleOne %% D. C. to Fine + } + \new Voice = "midiUpperTwo" { \removeWithTag #'toDC \trebleTwo %% first time, through first alternative + \removeWithTag #'fine \trebleTwo %% second time, through 2nd alternative to D.C. + \removeWithTag #'toDC \trebleTwo %% D. C. to Fine + } + >> + \new Staff = "midiBass" + \new Voice = "midiLower" { \removeWithTag #'toDC \bass %% first time, through first alternative + \removeWithTag #'fine \bass %% second time, through 2nd alternative to D.C. + \removeWithTag #'toDC \bass %% D. C. to Fine + } +>> + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 120 4 ) }} +} diff --git a/22089-h/music/negrosappeal.midi b/22089-h/music/negrosappeal.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..35967bf --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/negrosappeal.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/negrosappeal.pdf b/22089-h/music/negrosappeal.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..b34498d --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/negrosappeal.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/ode.ly b/22089-h/music/ode.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1112e7e --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/ode.ly @@ -0,0 +1,107 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "ODE TO JAMES G. BIRNEY." + poet = "Words by Elizur Wright." + composer = "Music by G.W.C." + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +words = \lyricmode { + We hail thee, Bir -- ney, just and true, the calm and fear -- less, + staunch and tried, The bra -- vest of the + val -- iant few, Our coun -- try's hope, our + coun -- try's pride! In Free -- dom's bat -- tle take the van; + We hail thee as an hon -- est man. +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 2/4 + \key bf \major + \autoBeamOff + \stemUp + + \partial 8 <d f>8 | + <d bf'> <d bf'> <d bf'> <f d'> | + <a c>8. <f bf>16 <d f>8. <f a>16 | + <d bf'>8 <d bf'> <d bf'> <f d'> | + + \break + <bf f'>4. <a ef'>8 | + <a c>4._\fermata <g ef'>8 | + <f d'> <d f'> <ef bf'>8. <g d'>16 | + + \break + <a c>8 <g bf> <d f>4 ~ + <d f> r8 <f a> | + <g bf>16[ <f c'>] <g d'>[ <a ef'>] <bf f'>8.^\fermata <a ef'>16 | + + \break + <a c>8 <f a> <f bf>4 ~ + <f bf> r8 <bf d> | + <a c> <a c> <a c>8. <f bf>16 | + <ef g>8 <f a> \voiceOne << { f4 ~ } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo \autoBeamOff f4 \oneVoice } >> \oneVoice | + + \break + \voiceOne << { f4 } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo \autoBeamOff f4 \oneVoice } >> \oneVoice r8 \stemUp <d f> | + <ef g> <g bf>4 \stemDown <c ef>16 <c ef>16 | + \stemUp <a c>4 <f a> | + <d f bf>4.^\fermata r8 \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \time 2/4 + \key bf \major + \autoBeamOff + + \partial 8 f8 | + bf, bf bf bf | + f'8. f16 bf,8. f'16 | + bf,8 bf bf bf | + + \break + f'4. f8 | + f4.^\fermata a8 | + bf bf g8. bf16 | + + \break + f8 f bf,4 ~ + bf r8 f' | + bf16[ a] bf[ c] d8. c16 | + + \break + f,8 f bf,4 ~ + bf r8 bf | + f' f f8. bf,16 | + c8 c f4 ~ + + \break + f4 r8 bf, | + ef ef4 c16 c | + f4 f | + bf,4.^\fermata r8 | +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \words } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + \context { \Lyrics \override LyricSpace #'minimum-distance = #2 } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 92 4 ) }} +} + diff --git a/22089-h/music/ode.midi b/22089-h/music/ode.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..3cd831a --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/ode.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/ode.pdf b/22089-h/music/ode.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..9a26b3e --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/ode.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/opity.ly b/22089-h/music/opity.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7900f38 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/opity.ly @@ -0,0 +1,116 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "O PITY THE SLAVE MOTHER." + poet = "Words from the Liberator." + composer = "Air, Araby's Daughter." + tagline = "" +} + +leftbrace = \markup {\override #'(font-encoding . fetaBraces) \lookup #"brace140" } + +rightbrace = \markup {\rotate #180 \leftbrace } + +lineOne = \lyricmode { + I pi -- ty the slave moth -- er, care -- worn and wear -- y, Who + sighs as she pres -- ses her babe to her breast; +} + +lineTwo = \lyricmode { + \set ignoreMelismata = ##t I la -- ment her sad fate, all so hope -- less and drear -- y, I la -- + ment for her woes, and her wrongs un -- re -- dressed. + \once \override LyricText #'self-alignment-X = #0.6 + \markup{ \raise #3 \rightbrace " O"} + who can im -- a -- gine her heart's deep e -- mo -- tion, As_she + thinks of her chil -- dren a -- bout to be sold; +} + +lineThree = \lyricmode { + \set ignoreMelismata = ##t You may pic -- ture the bounds of the rock -- gir -- dled o -- cean, But the + grief of that moth -- er can nev -- er be known. +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \key bf \major + \time 6/8 + \autoBeamOff + \stemUp + + \tag #'main { \repeat volta 2 { \partial 8 f16[ f] | + <f d'>8. <ef c'>16 <d bf'>8 <f d'>8. <ef c'>16 <d bf'>8 | + <ef c'>8. <d bf'>16 <ef c'>8 <f d'> <d bf'> <d bf'>16[ <d bf'>] | + + \break + <g bf>8. <f a>16 <ef g>8 <d f> <d bf'> <f d'> | + <ef c'>8. <d bf'>16 <ef c'>8 <d bf'>4 \mark \markup { \fontsize #-2 \musicglyph #"scripts.ufermata" }} } + \tag #'toDC { <d f>8 | + + \break + <d f>8 <d f> <d f> <ef g> <d f> <d f> | + <d f> <d f> <d f> <g bf> <d f> <d f> | + + \break + <d f> <d f> <d f> <bf' d>8. <a c>16 <g bf>8 | + <f a>8 <f c'>4 <ef g>4. | <d f>4.^\markup { \bold "D.C." } r4 \bar "|." } +} + + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \key bf \major + \time 6/8 + \autoBeamOff + + \tag #'main { \repeat volta 2 { \partial 8 bf16[ bf] | + bf8. bf16 bf8 bf8. bf16 bf8 | + f'8. f16 f8 bf,8 bf8 bf16[ bf] | + + ef8. ef16 ef8 bf8 bf bf | + f'8. f16 f8 bf,4 \mark \markup { \fontsize #-2 \musicglyph #"scripts.ufermata" } } } + \tag #'toDC { r8 + + R2*3/2 | R2*3/2 | + + R2*3/2 | R2*3/2 | r4 r8 r4 \bar "|." } +} + + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \lineOne } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \lineTwo } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \lineThree } + >> + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + \context { \Score \remove "Mark_engraver" } + \context { \Staff \consists "Mark_engraver" } + } +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \unfoldRepeats \treble \keepWithTag #'main \treble } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \unfoldRepeats \bass \keepWithTag #'main \bass } + >> + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 72 4 ) }} + +} + + +%%Transcriber's Notes: + +%% A second score block is provided to unfold the repeat and generate the midi. + +%% 2nd system just after repeat sign, lower staff - corrected typo, should be eighth rest. + diff --git a/22089-h/music/opity.midi b/22089-h/music/opity.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..82c3595 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/opity.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/opity.pdf b/22089-h/music/opity.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..aee6d53 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/opity.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/ourcountrymen.ly b/22089-h/music/ourcountrymen.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..25a8ab4 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/ourcountrymen.ly @@ -0,0 +1,128 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "OUR COUNTRYMEN IN CHAINS." + poet = "Words by Whittier." + composer = "\"Beatitude,\" by T. Hastings." + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +leftbrace = \markup {\override #'(font-encoding . fetaBraces) \lookup #"brace140" } + +rightbrace = \markup {\rotate #180 \leftbrace } + +afterGraceFraction = #(cons 3 8) + +lineOne = \lyricmode { + Our fel -- low coun -- try -- men in + chains, Slaves in a land of light and law! +} + +lineTwo = \lyricmode { + Slaves-- crouch -- ing on the ve -- ry + plains Where rolled the storm of Free -- dom's war! + A groan from Eu -- taw's haunt -- ed + wood-- A wail where Cam -- den's mar -- tyrs fell-- +} + +lineThree = \lyricmode { + By eve -- ry shrine of pat -- riot + blood, From Moult -- rie's wall and Jas -- per's well. +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \key d \major + \time 2/2 + \clef treble + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + \autoBeamOff + \stemUp + + \tag #'main { \repeat volta 2 { \partial 2 d4.( e8) | + <d fs>4 <d fs> <d fs> <d fs> | + << { a'4.( g8) } + \new Voice = "alto" { \voiceTwo e2 } >> + <d fs>2 | + + \break + <cs e>2 r4 <cs e>4 | + <d fs>4. <cs g'>8 <d a'>4 <e g> | + <d fs>2 <cs e> | + d2.^\fermata } } + + \break + \tag #'toDC { <d fs>8[ <e g>] | + <fs a>4 <fs a> <fs a> <fs a> | + <g b>2 <b d> 4( <g b>) | + + \break + <fs a>2 r4 <d fs>8[ <e g>] | + <fs a>4 <fs a> <fs a> <fs a> | + <g b>2 <b d>4( <g b>) | + <fs a>2^\markup{ \bold "D.C." } r4 \bar "|." } +} + +bass = \relative c { + \key d \major + \time 2/2 + \clef bass + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + \autoBeamOff + + \tag #'main { \repeat volta 2 { \partial 2 \stemUp d2 | + d4 d d d | + cs2 d2 | + + a2 r4 a | + \stemNeutral d4. e8 fs4 g | + a2 a, | + \stemUp d2.^\fermata }} + + \tag #'toDC { \stemNeutral d4 | + d4 d d d | + g2 \afterGrace g,2( { b8) }| + + d2 r4 d | + d4 d d d | + g2 \afterGrace g,( { b8 ) } + %<< {g, } { s4( \grace { b8 )} } >>| + \stemUp d2 r4 \bar "|." } +} + + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \lineOne } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \lineTwo } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \lineThree } + >> + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + \context { \Score \remove "Mark_engraver" } + \context { \Staff \consists "Mark_engraver" } + } +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" + \new Voice = "treble" { \unfoldRepeats \treble \keepWithTag #'main \treble } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \unfoldRepeats \bass \keepWithTag #'main \bass } + >> + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 120 4 ) }} + +} + +%%Transcriber's Note: + +%%A separate score is provided to unfold the repeat and generate the midi. diff --git a/22089-h/music/ourcountrymen.midi b/22089-h/music/ourcountrymen.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..52b4579 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/ourcountrymen.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/ourcountrymen.pdf b/22089-h/music/ourcountrymen.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..377fdb8 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/ourcountrymen.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/ourcountrymenaredying.ly b/22089-h/music/ourcountrymenaredying.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6eb9cac --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/ourcountrymenaredying.ly @@ -0,0 +1,135 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "OUR COUNTRYMEN ARE DYING." + poet = "Words by C. W. Dennison." + composer = "Tune--\"From Greenland's Icy Mountains.\"" + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +verseOne = \lyricmode { + Our coun -- try -- men are dy -- ing Be -- neath their can -- kering + chains, Full many a heart is sigh -- ing, Where + nought but slav -- 'ry reigns; No note of joy and + glad -- ness, No voice with free -- dom's lay, Fall + on them in their sad -- ness, To wipe those tears a -- way. +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 4/4 + \key f \major + \autoBeamOff + \stemUp + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + + \partial 2 f2 | + <f a>4 <a c> <a c> <bf d> | + <a c>2 <f a>4 f | + e <d f> <g bf> <f a> | + + \break + <f a>2( <e g>4) f | + <f a> <a c> <a c> <bf d> | + <a c>2 <f a>4 <e g> | + + \break + <f a>4 <bf d> <g c> <g b> | + <g c>2 <a c> | + <a f'>4 <f c'> <e bf'> <f a> | + + \break + <f d'>2 <f c'>4 <c' e> | + <c f> <a c> <g bf> <f a> | + <f a>2( <e g>4) f + + \break + <f a>4 <a c> <a c> <bf d> | + <a c>2 <f a>4 f | + <e g> <g bf> <f a> <e g> | + f2 \bar "|." +} + +alto = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 4/4 + \key f \major + \autoBeamOff + \stemDown + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + + \partial 2 s2 | + s1 | s2 s4 f4 | e4 s2. | + + \break + s2. f4 | s1 | s1 | + + \break + s1 | s1 | s1 | + + \break + s1 | s1 | s2. f4 | + + \break + s1 | s2. f4 | s1 | f2 \bar "|." +} + + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \time 4/4 + \key f \major + \autoBeamOff + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + + \partial 2 f2 | + f4 f f f | + f2 f4 a | + bf a g f | + + \break + c2. f4 | + f f f f | + f2 f4 e | + + \break + f4 d g g | + c,2 f | + f4 a g f | + + \break + bf2 a4 g | + f f e f | + c2. f4 + + \break + f4 f f f | + f2 f4 a | + bf g c, c + f2 \bar "|." +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" + << + \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Voice = "alto" { \alto } + >> + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \verseOne } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 120 4 ) }} + } + diff --git a/22089-h/music/ourcountrymenaredying.midi b/22089-h/music/ourcountrymenaredying.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..61f2c50 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/ourcountrymenaredying.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/ourcountrymenaredying.pdf b/22089-h/music/ourcountrymenaredying.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..f844b2f --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/ourcountrymenaredying.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/ourpilgrim.ly b/22089-h/music/ourpilgrim.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..12b23dc --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/ourpilgrim.ly @@ -0,0 +1,177 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "OUR PILGRIM FATHERS." + poet = "Words by Pierpont." + composer = "Music from \"Minstrel Boy,\" by G. W. C." + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +leftbrace = \markup {\override #'(font-encoding . fetaBraces) \lookup #"brace140" } + +rightbrace = \markup {\rotate #180 \leftbrace } + + +verseOne = \lyricmode { + Our Pil -- grim Fath -- ers where are they? The + \set ignoreMelismata = ##t waves that \unset ignoreMelismata brought them o'er, +} + +verseTwo = \lyricmode { + Still roll \set ignoreMelismata = ##t in the bay, and _ throw their _ spray As they + break a -- long the \markup{ "shore;" \hspace #3 \raise #3 \rightbrace } Still _ + roll in the bay, as they rolled that _ day, When the + May -- flower moored be -- low; _ When the + sea a -- round was _ black with storms, And _ + \unset ignoreMelismata white the shore with snow. +} + +trebleOne = \relative c' { + \key f \major + \time 4/4 + \clef treble + \autoBeamOff + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + + \repeat volta 2 { + \partial 4 c'8 ~ c | + c4 c8 ~ c c4 c8 ~ c | + c4 a8 ~ a a4^\fermata c8. ~ c16 + | + + \break + a2 a8 g4^\fermata c8 | + c2 } + r4 a8 ~ a | + + \break + a4 c8 ~ c f4 e8( d) | + c4 f8. ~ f16 e4 f8. ~ f16 | + + \break + bf,4. c8 c4. a8 | + \stemDown a2 ( \stemNeutral d4) ^\fermata a8 ~ a | + + \break + c4. c8 c4 c8 ~ c | + d4 g, a^\fermata c8 ~ c | + + \break + f4 f8 ~ f c4.\fermata c8 | + c2( a4) r4 \bar "|." +} + +trebleTwo = \relative c' { + \key f \major + \time 4/4 + \clef treble + \autoBeamOff + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + + \repeat volta 2 { + \partial 4 \tieUp c8 ~ c | + f4 \tieDown g8 ~ g bf[ a] g( f) | + a4 \tieUp c8 ~ c f4^\fermata e8.( f16) | + + \break + d4( c) c8 \stemUp a32[bf c8.]_\fermata a8 | + \slurDown g4( f) } + r \tieDown f8 ~ f | + + \break + \tieUp \stemNeutral f'4 e8 ~ e d4 \slurUp e8( f) | + e4 d8 ~ d cs4 cs8. ~ cs16 | + + \break + d4. a8 a4. cs8 | + d4.( e8 f4^\fermata) f8 ~ f | + + \break + f,4. g8 bf[ a] \slurDown g( f) | + a4 c f^\fermata \slurUp e8( f) | + + \break + d4 c8 ~ c c \stemUp a32[ bf c8._\fermata] a8 | + \slurDown g2( f4) r \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \key f \major + \time 4/4 + \clef bass + \autoBeamOff + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + + \repeat volta 2 { + \partial 4 f8 ~ f | + f4 c8 ~ c c4 c8 ~ c | + f4 f8 ~ f d4^\fermata c8 ~ c | + + \break + f4 ~ f f8 c4^\fermata c8 | + c4( f) } + r4 f8 ~ f | + + \break + f4 c8 ~ c \stemUp d4 \stemNeutral e8( d) | + a'4 a8 ~ a a4 a8. ~ a16 | + + \break + g4. f8 f4. e8 | + d2 ~ d4^\fermata f8 ~ f | + + \break + a4. g8 g[ f] e( d) | + d4 c f^\fermata c8 ~ c | + + \break + d4 f8 ~ f f4.\fermata f8 | + c2( f4) r \bar "|." +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upperOne" \new Voice = "trebleOne" { \trebleOne } + \new Staff = "upperTwo" \new Voice = "trebleTwo" { \trebleTwo } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "trebleOne" { \verseOne } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "trebleOne" { \verseTwo } + \new Staff = "bass" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + \context { \Score \override PaperColumn #'keep-inside-line = ##t } + + } + +} + + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" + << + \new Voice = "trebleOne" { \unfoldRepeats \trebleOne } + \new Voice = "trebleTwo" { \unfoldRepeats \trebleTwo } + >> + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \unfoldRepeats \bass } + >> + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 92 4 ) }} + +} + +%%Transcriber's Notes: + +%%Added missing fermatas at system 1, trebleOne staff, bar 3; and at system 5, trebleOne staff, bar 2. + +%%5th system, bass staff, last bar: added slur to match other staffs. + +%%Last system, trebleTwo staff, bar 1: added eighth note to correct beat count. + diff --git a/22089-h/music/ourpilgrim.midi b/22089-h/music/ourpilgrim.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..56a5c3f --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/ourpilgrim.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/ourpilgrim.pdf b/22089-h/music/ourpilgrim.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..a5ec347 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/ourpilgrim.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/pilgrimsong.ly b/22089-h/music/pilgrimsong.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ee4f641 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/pilgrimsong.ly @@ -0,0 +1,119 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "PILGRIM SONG." + poet = "Words by Geo. Lunt." + composer = "Air \"Troubadour.\"" + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + + +%% music function to allow lyrics to skip a given number of note-syllables +%% skips #7 will skip over 7 music note-syllables. +skips = #(define-music-function (parser location times) (number?) + #{ + \repeat unfold $times { \skip 1} + #}) + + fermataBar = { \override Score.RehearsalMark #'break-visibility = #begin-of-line-invisible + \mark \markup { \musicglyph #"scripts.ufermata" } } + +lineOne = \lyricmode { + O -- ver the moun -- tain wave See where they come; + Storm -- cloud and win -- try wind Wel -- come them home; + + Yet where the soun -- ding gale + Howls to the sea, There their song peals a -- long, + Deep toned and free. +} + +lineTwo = \lyricmode { + \skips #20 Pil -- grims and wan -- der -- ers, + Hith -- er we come; Where the free dare to be, + This is our home. +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 4/4 + \key f \major + \autoBeamOff + \stemUp + + <f a>4 <f c'>8 <f a> <c f> <c f> <c f>4 | + <e g> <d f>8 <e g> <f a>2 | + + \break + <f a>4 <f c'>8 <f a> <c f> <c f> <c f>4 | + <e g> <e a>8 <e g> << { f2 } \new Voice = alto { \voiceTwo f2 } >> | + + \repeat volta 2 { + <a f'>4 <f e'>8 <f d'> <e c'>8. <e a>16 <c f>4 | + + \break + <f d'>4 <f c'>8 <f bf> <f a>2 | + << { f8. } \new Voice = alto { \voiceTwo f8. } >> + g16 <f a>4 <d bf'>8. <d c'>16 <d d'>4 \mark \markup { \fontsize #-2 \musicglyph #"scripts.ufermata" } | + <f d'>8 <e c'>4 << { e8 f2 } \new Voice = alto { \voiceTwo e8 f2 } >> | + } +} + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \time 4/4 + \key f \major + \autoBeamOff + + f4 f8 f a f f4 | c c8 c f2 | + + \break + f4 f8 f a f f4 | c c8 c f2 | + + \repeat volta 2 { + c'4 a8 f c8. c16 c4 | + + \break + bf'4 a8 g f2 | f8. f16 f4 bf8. bf16 bf4 \mark \markup { \fontsize #-2 \musicglyph #"scripts.ufermata" } | bf8 c4 c,8 f2 | + } +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \lineOne } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \lineTwo } + >> + + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + %% move mark engraver to staff context to allow fermata to be placed over bars as a rehearsal mark + \context { \Score \remove "Mark_engraver" } + \context { \Staff \consists "Mark_engraver" } + } +} + + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Voice = "treble" { \unfoldRepeats { \treble } } + + \new Staff = "lower" { \unfoldRepeats { \bass } } + >> + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 100 4) }} + +} + +%%Transcriber's Notes: + +%%A separate score is provided to unfold the repeats and generate the midi. + +%%Last system, second bar, treble staff: A note with a reversed stem in the original is assumed to be a typo and is not reproduced here. diff --git a/22089-h/music/pilgrimsong.midi b/22089-h/music/pilgrimsong.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..e27ca85 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/pilgrimsong.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/pilgrimsong.pdf b/22089-h/music/pilgrimsong.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..254ccc7 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/pilgrimsong.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/pleasantland.ly b/22089-h/music/pleasantland.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0f1595a --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/pleasantland.ly @@ -0,0 +1,177 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "THE PLEASANT LAND WE LOVE." + poet = "Words by N. P. Willis." + composer = "Air, Carrier Dove." + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +verseOne = \lyricmode { + Joy to the plea -- sant land we love, The + land our fa -- thers trod! Joy to the land for + which they won "\"Free" -- dom to wor -- ship "God.\"" For + peace on all its sun -- ny hills, On + eve -- ry moun -- tain broods, And sleeps by all its + gush -- ing rills, And all its migh -- ty floods. +} + +verseTwo = \lyricmode { + The wife sits meek -- ly by the hearth, Her + in -- fant child be -- side; The fa -- ther on his + no -- ble boy Looks with a fear -- less pride. The + grey old man, be -- neath the tree, Tales + of his child -- hood tells; And sweet -- ly in the + hush of morn Peal out the Sab -- bath bells. +} + +soprano = \relative c' { + \key a \major + \time 6/8 + \clef treble + \autoBeamOff + \override Stem #'neutral-direction = #up + + \partial 8 cs'16 ~ cs16 | + a4 a8 a4 a16 ~ a16 | + a4 d8 cs4 a16 ~ a16 | + + \break + a8.( fs16) a8 a4 cs8 | + b2 r8 gs8 | + a8. ~ a16 a8 fs4 a8 | + + \break + a4 d8 cs4 a16 ~ a16 | + a8[ gs8] a8 gs4 gs8 | + a2 r8 r8 | + + \break + R2. | R2. | + + \break + R2. | + r4 r8 r4 gs8 | + \tieUp a8. ~ a16 a8 a4 \tieDown a16 ~ a16 | + + \break + a4 d8 cs4 cs8 | + cs4 a16 ~ a16 a4 a16^\fermata( gs16) | + a4. ~ a4 \bar "|." +} + +alto = \relative c' { + \key a \major + \time 6/8 + \clef treble + \autoBeamOff + \stemUp + + \partial 8 e16 ~ e16 | + cs'8.[ b16] <e, cs'>8 <fs d'>4 <e cs'>16 ~ <e cs'>16 | + <e cs'>4 <gs b>8 a4 <cs, e>16 ~ <cs e>16 | + + <e a>8.( <fs a>16) <e a>8 a8[ gs8] <e a>8 | + <gs b>2 r8 e8 | + <e cs'>8.( <e b'>16) <e cs'>8 <a d>4 <a cs>8 | + + <e cs'>4 <gs b>8 a4 <cs, e>16 ~ <cs e>16 | + cs'8[ b8] <e, a>8 b'[ cs8] <d, b'>8 | + <cs a'>2 r8 <cs e>8 | + + <d fs>8( <cs e>8) <cs e>8 <cs e>8[ <d fs>8] <cs e>8 | + <cs e>8.( <d fs>16) gs8 <cs, a'>4 <cs e>8 | + + <e a>8.( <e gs>16) <e a>8 <gs b>8[ <fs a>8] <ds fs>8 | + e4 r8 r4 <b e>8 | + <e cs'>8.( <e b'>16) <e cs'>8 <fs d'>4 <e cs'>16 ~ <e cs'>16 | + + <e cs'>4 b'8 <e, a>4 e8 | + <e e'>4 <e cs'>16( <e a>16) <cs e>4 <e cs'>16^\fermata( <d b'>16) | + <cs a'>4. ~ <cs a'>4 \bar "|." +} + +tenor = \relative c' { + \key a \major + \time 6/8 + \clef treble + \autoBeamOff + \stemDown + + \partial 8 s8 | + e4 s2 | + s4 s8 a4 s8 | + + s4 s8 e4 s8 | + s2 s8 e8 | + s2. | + + s4 s8 a4 s8 | + e4 s8 e4 s8 | + s2. | + + s2. | + s8 s8 e16[ d16] s4 s8 | + + s2. | s2. | s2. | + + s4 gs16[ fs16] s4 e8 | + s2. | + s4. s4 \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { +\key a \major + \time 6/8 + \clef bass + \autoBeamOff + \override Stem #'neutral-direction = #up + + a'16 ~ a16 | + a4 e8 \stemDown d4 \stemNeutral e16 ~ e16 | + e4 e8 a,4 a16 ~ a16 | + + cs8.( d16) cs8 cs8[ b8] a8 | + e'2 r8 e8 | + a,8. ~ a16 a8 d4 e8 | + + e4 e8 a,4 a16 ~ a16 | + a8[ b8] cs16[ d16] e4 e8 | + a,2 r8 r8 | + + R2. | R2. + + R2. | + r4 r8 r4 e'8 | + a8. ~ a16 a8 \stemDown d,4 e16 ~ e16 | + + e4 e8 \stemNeutral a,4 a'8 | + a4 e16 ~ e16 e4 e16^\fermata ~ e16 | + a,4. ~ a4 \bar "|." +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upperOne" \new Voice = "soprano" { \soprano } + \new Staff = "upperTwo" + << + \new Voice = "alto" { \alto } + \new Voice = "tenor" { \tenor } + >> + \new Lyrics \with {alignAboveContext=upperTwo} \lyricsto "alto" \verseOne + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "alto" { \verseTwo } + \new Staff = "bass" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 92 4 ) }} + +} diff --git a/22089-h/music/pleasantland.midi b/22089-h/music/pleasantland.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..c9244b5 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/pleasantland.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/pleasantland.pdf b/22089-h/music/pleasantland.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..0323a11 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/pleasantland.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/praise.ly b/22089-h/music/praise.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..075306e --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/praise.ly @@ -0,0 +1,114 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "PRAISE AND PRAYER." + poet = "Words by Miss Chandler." + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +leftbrace = \markup {\override #'(font-encoding . fetaBraces) \lookup #"brace140" } + +rightbrace = \markup {\rotate #180 \leftbrace } + +lineOne = \lyricmode { + Praise for slum -- bers of the night, For the + waken -- ing mor -- ning's light, +} + +lineTwo = \lyricmode { + For the board with plen -- ty spread, Glad -- ness + o'er the spi -- rit \markup{ "shed;" \hspace #1.0 \raise #3 \rightbrace } Health -- ful pulse and cloud -- less + eye, Open -- ing on the smil -- ing sky. +} + +lineThree = \lyricmode { + Health -- ful pulse and cloud -- less eye, Open -- ing + on the smil -- ing sky. +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 3/4 + \key c \major + \autoBeamOff + + \tag #'main { \repeat volta 2 { + \partial 4 \stemUp <e g>8 <e g> | + <f a>4 <e g> <e c'>8 <e g> | + <f a>4( <e g>) <e c'>8 <e c'> | + + \break + <g d'>4 <g d'> <g b>8 <g b> | + <e g c>2 + } } + \tag #'toDC { + <b' d>8 <b d> | + \stemDown <c e>4 <b d> <e g>8 <b d> | + + \break + \stemNeutral <c e>4( <b d>) <b d>8 <b d> | + <c e>4 \stemUp <a c> \stemNeutral <g b>8 <fs a> + \voiceOne << { g2^\markup { \bold "D.C." } } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo g2 \oneVoice } >> \oneVoice \bar "|." + } +} + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \time 3/4 + \key c \major + \autoBeamOff + + \tag #'main { \repeat volta 2 { + \partial 4 c8 c | + c4 c c8 c | + f4( c) c8 c | + + \break + f4 \stemUp d \stemNeutral g8 g + c,2 + } } + \tag #'toDC { + g'8 g | + g4 g g8 g | + + \break + g4 ~ g g8 g | + c,4 c \stemUp d8 d | + \stemNeutral g2 \bar "|." + } +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \lineOne } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \lineTwo } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \lineThree } + >> + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + \context { \Score \remove "Mark_engraver" } + \context { \Staff \consists "Mark_engraver" } + } +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \unfoldRepeats \treble \keepWithTag #'main \treble } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \unfoldRepeats \bass \keepWithTag #'main \bass } + >> + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 100 4 ) }} +} + +%%Transcriber's Notes: + +%%A second score is provided to unfold the repeats and generate the midi.
\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/22089-h/music/praise.midi b/22089-h/music/praise.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..8275b3e --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/praise.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/praise.pdf b/22089-h/music/praise.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..39ede12 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/praise.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/prayerforslave.ly b/22089-h/music/prayerforslave.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..bc58ffb --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/prayerforslave.ly @@ -0,0 +1,116 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "PRAYER FOR THE SLAVE." + composer = "Tune--Hamburgh." + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + + + +words = \lyricmode { + Oh let the pris -- 'ner's mourn -- ful sighs + As in -- cense in thy sight ap -- pear! + Their hum -- ble wail -- ings pierce the skies, + If hap -- ly they may feel thee near. +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \key g \major + \time 2/2 + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + \clef treble + \autoBeamOff + \stemUp + + <d g>2 <d g>4 <fs a> | + <g b>2 <fs a>4( <g b>) | + <a c>2 <g b>4( <fs a> ) | + <g b>2. r4 | + + \break + <g b>2 <g b>4 <g b> | + <a c>2 <g b>4( <fs a>) | + g2 \slurUp fs4( <e g> ) | + <fs a>1 | + + \break + g2 g4 <fs a> | + <g b>2 \slurDown <fs a>4( <g b> ) | + <a c>2 <g b>4( <fs a> ) | + <g b>1 | + + \break + <g b>2 <g b>4 <g b> | + <a c>2 <g b>4( <fs a> ) | + g2 <fs a>4( <d fs> ) | + <d g>1 \bar "|." +} + +trebleTwo = \relative c' { + \key g \major + \time 2/2 + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + \clef treble + \autoBeamOff + \stemDown + + s1 | s1 | s1 | s1 | + s1 | s1 | g'2 fs4 s4 | s1 | + g2 g4 s4 | s1 | s1 | s1 | + s1 | s1 | g2 s2 | s1 | +} + +bass = \relative c { + \key g \major + \time 2/2 + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + \clef bass + \autoBeamOff + \stemDown + + g'2 g4 d | + g2 \slurDown c4( b4) | + a2 d, | + <g g,>2. r4 | + + g2 g4 g | + g2 g4( c) | + b2 \slurUp a4( g) | + d1 | + + g2 g4 d | + g2 \slurDown c4( b4) | + a2 d, | + g1 | + + g2 g4 g | + \stemUp c,2 \stemDown \slurUp e4( d) | + e2 d | + <g g,>1 \bar "|." +} + + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" + << + \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Voice = "trebleTwo" { \trebleTwo } + >> + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \words } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 120 4 ) }} + } diff --git a/22089-h/music/prayerforslave.midi b/22089-h/music/prayerforslave.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..1569ce8 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/prayerforslave.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/prayerforslave.pdf b/22089-h/music/prayerforslave.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..5e635a2 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/prayerforslave.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/quadroon.ly b/22089-h/music/quadroon.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b714397 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/quadroon.ly @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +\version "2.10" + +\header { + title = "THE QUADROON MAIDEN." + composer = "Theme from the Indian Maid." + poet = "Words by Longfellow." + source = "The Liberty Minstrel" +} + +trebleOne = \relative c' { + \key g \major + \time 2/4 + \autoBeamOff + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + + \partial 4 \stemUp b'4 | a8 \stemUp b \stemNeutral b c | c d d4 | b d8 d | \break + c b b4 | r4 g | a8 \stemUp b \stemNeutral b c | c d d4 | \break + \afterGrace b4( { \stemDown b8) } c d | d b b4 ~ | b4 \bar "||" + \set Score.measurePosition = #(ly:make-moment 1 4) r8 g8 | \break + a8. a16 b8 c | \stemUp b g e4 | a b8 \stemNeutral c | \break + c8 b b4 ~ | b g8 ~ g | a \stemUp b \stemDown b c | \break + c8 d d4 | b d8 d | c b b4 \bar "|." +} + +trebleTwo = \relative c' { + \key g \major + \time 2/4 + \autoBeamOff + + \partial 4 g'4 | d8 g g a | a \stemUp b b4 | \stemDown d \stemUp a8 b | + a g g4 | r4 d | d8 g g a | a b b4 | + \stemDown \afterGrace d4( { \stemDown d8) } \stemUp a b | a g g4 ~ | g4 + \set Score.measurePosition = #(ly:make-moment 1 4) r8 \stemNeutral b8 | + c8. c16 d8 e | d b g4 | c d8 e | + e8 d d4 ~ | d d,8 ~ d | d g g a | + a8 \stemUp b b4 | \stemDown d \stemUp a8 b | a g g4 +} + +bass = \relative c { + \key g \major + \time 2/4 + \clef bass + \autoBeamOff + + \partial 4 g'4 | d8 e e d | d g g4 | g d8 d | + d g g4 | r4 g | d8 e e d | d g g4 | + \afterGrace g4( { \stemDown g8) } d d | d g g4 ~ | g + \set Score.measurePosition = #(ly:make-moment 1 4) r8 e8 | + c8. c16 b8 c | d g g4 | c, b8 c8 | + c8 g' g4 ~ | g g8 ~ g | d e e d | + d8 g g4 | g d8 d | d \stemDown <g, g'> <g g'>4 +} + +words = \lyricmode { + The Sla -- ver in the broad la -- goon, Lay moored with + i -- dle sail; He wait -- ed for the ris -- ing moon, + And for the eve -- ning gale. The + Plan -- ter un -- der his roof of thatch, Smoked thoughtful -- + ly and slow; The Slav -- er's thumb was + on the latch, He seemed in haste to go. +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upperOne" \new Voice = "trebleOne" { \trebleOne } + \new Staff = "upperTwo" \new Voice = "trebleTwo" { \trebleTwo } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "trebleTwo" { \words } + \new Staff = "bass" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 96 4 ) }} + +} + +%%Transcriber's Note: + +%% Bass part, last measure of song: corrected typo in 2nd chord -- quarter notes should be eighth notes, to match the treble. diff --git a/22089-h/music/quadroon.midi b/22089-h/music/quadroon.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..f805f58 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/quadroon.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/quadroon.pdf b/22089-h/music/quadroon.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..a18280d --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/quadroon.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/risefreeman.ly b/22089-h/music/risefreeman.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a2a7b71 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/risefreeman.ly @@ -0,0 +1,108 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "RISE, FREEMEN, RISE." + composer = "Music by G. W. C." + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + + +words = \lyricmode { + Rise, free -- men, rise! the call goes forth, At -- tend the high com -- + mand; O -- be -- dience to the word of God, Through -- + out this guil -- ty land: Through -- out this guil -- ty land. +} + + +trebleOne = \relative c' { + \key c \major + \time 3/4 + \clef treble + \autoBeamOff + \stemUp + + \partial 4 g'4 | + <g c>8 <e g> <g c>4 <f c'> | + <g d>8 <g b> <e g>4 <e g> | + <c' e>8 <c e> <d f>4 <c e> | + + \break + <b d>2^\fermata g4 | + <g c>8 <g c> <g e'>4 <f c'> | + a8 <a c> g4 g | + + <a c>8 <c e> <e g>4 d | + <g, c e>2^\fermata <b d>4 | + <c e>8 <c g'> <b d>4 <c e>8[ <g b d>] | + <e g c>2. \bar "|." +} + +trebleTwo = \relative c' { + \key c \major + \time 3/4 + \clef treble + \autoBeamOff + \stemDown + + \partial 4 g'4 | + s2. | + s2. | + s2. | + + s2 g4 | + s2. | + a8 s8 g4 g | + + s2 d'4 | + s2. | + s2. | + s2. \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { +\key c \major + \time 3/4 + \clef bass + \autoBeamOff + + \partial 4 c4 | + c8 c c4 a' | + g8 g c,4 g' | + c8 c b4 c | + + g2^\fermata e4 | + c8 c c'4 a | + f8 f g4 e | + + c8 c c4 g' | + c,2^\fermata g'4 | + e8 e g4 g | + c,2. \bar "|." +} + + + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" + << + \new Voice = "trebleOne" { \trebleOne } + \new Voice = "trebleOne" { \trebleTwo } + >> + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "trebleOne" { \words } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 120 4 ) }} + +} diff --git a/22089-h/music/risefreeman.midi b/22089-h/music/risefreeman.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..ce24326 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/risefreeman.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/risefreeman.pdf b/22089-h/music/risefreeman.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..6fcb0aa --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/risefreeman.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/rouseup.ly b/22089-h/music/rouseup.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7f7e352 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/rouseup.ly @@ -0,0 +1,162 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "ROUSE UP, NEW ENGLAND." + poet = "Words by a Yankee." + composer = "Music by G. W. C." + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +words = \lyricmode { + Rouse up, New Eng -- land! Buck -- le on your mail of proof sub -- + lime, your stern old hate of tyr -- an -- ny, your + deep con -- tempt of crime; A trai -- tor plot is + hatch -- ing now, more full of woe and shame, Than + ev -- er from the i -- ron heart of blood -- iest des -- pot came. +} + + +trebleOne = \relative c' { + \key g \major + \time 3/4 + \clef treble + \autoBeamOff + + \partial 8 b'8 | + d d b4 b | + c8 e d4 d | + a8 a \stemUp b4 \stemNeutral c8.[ b16] | + + \break + a2 d4 | + c8 b e4 d | + c8 b c4 c | + + \break + b8 b a4 d | + d2^\fermata b4 | + c8 b d4. g,8 | + + \break + e'8 e d4 a | + d8 b8 b4. d8 | + a2 a4 | + + \break + d8 d b4 b | + c8 e d4 b | + e8 c d4. a8 | + b2 \bar "|." +} + +altoOne = \relative c' { + \key g \major + \time 3/4 + \clef treble + \autoBeamOff + + \partial 8 <g' d'>8 | + <b g'> <b g'> <g d'>4 <g d'> | + <g e'>8 \stemDown <g c> \stemUp <g b>4 <g b> | + <fs d'>8 <fs d'> \stemDown <g g'>4 \stemUp e' | + + d4 ~ d4 \stemDown <b g'> | + <g e'>8 <g d'> <g c>4 <g b> | + <a c>8 <b d> <a e'>4 <a e'> | + + <g d'>8 <g d'> <g d'>4 <a fs'> | + <b g'>2^\fermata <g g'>4 | + <g e'>8 <g d'> \stemUp <g b>4. <g b>8 | + + <g c>8 <g c> <g b>4 <a c> | + <g b>8 \stemDown <b d>8 <g g'>4. \stemUp <g b>8 | + <fs d'>2 d'8[ fs] | + + \stemDown <g, g'>8 <g g'> <g d'>4 <g d'> | + <g e'>8 \stemUp <g c> <g b>4 d'8[ e] | + <g, c>8 <fs a> <g>4 <d fs> | + <d g>2 \bar "|." +} + +altoTwo = \relative c' { + \key g \major + \time 3/4 + \clef treble + \stemDown + + \partial 8 s8 | + s2. | + s2. | + s4 s4 a'8[ g] | + + fs2 s4 | + s2. | + s2. | + + s2. | + s2. | + s2. | + + s2. | + s2. | + s2 fs4 | + + s2. | + s4 s4 g4 | + s4 g4 s4 | + s2 \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \key g \major + \time 3/4 + \clef bass + \autoBeamOff + + \partial 8 g'8 | + g g g4 g | + c,8 c g'4 g | + d8 d g4 a4 | + + \stemUp d,2 \stemNeutral g4 | + c,8 c c4 g' | + a8 g c,4 c | + + g'8 g \stemUp d4 d | + \stemNeutral g2^\fermata g4 | + g8 g g4 e | + + c8 c g'4 fs | + g8 g8 g4. g8 | + \stemUp d2 d4 | + + \stemNeutral g8 g g4 g | + c,8 c g'4 b, | + c8 c \stemUp d4 d | + <g g,>2 \bar "|." +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upperOne" \new Voice = "trebleOne" { \trebleOne } + \new Staff = "upperTwo" + << + \new Voice = "altoOne" { \altoOne } + \new Voice = "altoTwo" { \altoTwo } + >> + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "trebleOne" { \words } + \new Staff = "bass" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 120 4 ) }} + +} diff --git a/22089-h/music/rouseup.midi b/22089-h/music/rouseup.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..218143f --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/rouseup.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/rouseup.pdf b/22089-h/music/rouseup.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..fcec37e --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/rouseup.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/slavegirlmourning.ly b/22089-h/music/slavegirlmourning.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..19ced08 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/slavegirlmourning.ly @@ -0,0 +1,119 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "SLAVE GIRL MOURNING HER FATHER." + poet = "Parodied from Mrs. Sigourney by G. W. C." + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." +} + +leftbrace = \markup {\override #'(font-encoding . fetaBraces) \lookup #"brace140" } + +rightbrace = \markup {\rotate #180 \leftbrace } + +lineOne = \lyricmode { + They say I was but four years old + When father was sold a -- way; +} + +lineTwo = \lyricmode { + Yet I have ne -- ver seen his face + Since that sad part -- ing day. + \once \override LyricText #'self-alignment-X = #0.6 + \markup{ \raise #3 \rightbrace " He"} + went where bright -- er flow -- rets grow + Be -- neath the South -- ern skies; + Oh who will show me on the map + Where that far coun -- try lies? +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \key d \major + \time 6/8 + \autoBeamOff + + \repeat volta 2 { \partial 8 d'8 | + \stemUp b4 b8 b[ a] fs | + fs4 a8 a4 \stemNeutral d8 | + b8[ b] b b[ a] fs | + + \break + fs4. } + a4. | + d4 d8 e( d) e | + fs4 fs8 e4 a,8 | + + \break + d4 d8 e( d) e | + fs4. r4 a,8 | + d4 d8 e( d) e | + + \break + fs4 fs8 e4.\fermata | + d8.( e16 fs8) e( d) b | + \stemUp b4 a8 fs4.\fermata \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \key d \major + \time 6/8 + \autoBeamOff + + \repeat volta 2 { \partial 8 d8 | + d4 d8 d4 d8 | + d4 d8 d4 d8 | + g[( g]) g g4 a8 | + + d,4. } + d4. | + d4 d8 a'4 a8 | + cs4 cs8 a4 fs8 | + + d4 d8 a'4 a8 | + cs4. r4 a8 | + d,4 d8 a'4 a8 | + + cs4 cs8 a4.\fermata | + d,4. g4 g8 | + g4 a8 d,4.\fermata +} + + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \lineOne } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \lineTwo } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } +} + +\score { + \unfoldRepeats { + << + \context Staff = upper << + \context Voice = upper \treble + >> + \context Staff = lower << + \context Voice = lower \bass + >> + >> + } + \midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 84 4 ) }} +} + + +%%Transcriber's Notes: + +%% 1st system, 4th measure, treble part, first beamed eighth notes--possibly missing a slur (present in the bass part in the original). + +%% A second score block is provided to unfold the repeat and generate the midi. diff --git a/22089-h/music/slavegirlmourning.midi b/22089-h/music/slavegirlmourning.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..41b32f1 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/slavegirlmourning.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/slavegirlmourning.pdf b/22089-h/music/slavegirlmourning.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..f41da7f --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/slavegirlmourning.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/slaveslamentation.ly b/22089-h/music/slaveslamentation.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..43e687d --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/slaveslamentation.ly @@ -0,0 +1,143 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "THE SLAVE'S LAMENTATION." + poet = "A Parody by Tucker." + composer = "Air, \"Long, long ago.\"" + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +leftbrace = \markup {\override #'(font-encoding . fetaBraces) \lookup #"brace140" } + +rightbrace = \markup {\rotate #180 \leftbrace } + +lineOne = \lyricmode { + Where are the friends that to me were so + dear, Long, long a -- go, long, long a -- + go! +} + +lineTwo = \lyricmode { + Where are the hopes that my heart used to + cheer? Long, long a -- go, long, long a -- + \markup{ "go!" \hspace #0.5 \raise #3 \rightbrace } Friends that I loved in the + grave are laid low, All hope of + free -- dom hath fled from me now. +} + +lineThree = \lyricmode { + I am de -- gra -- ded, for man was my + foe, Long, long a -- go, long, long a -- + go! +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 2/4 + \key f \major + \autoBeamOff + \stemUp + + \tag #'main { \repeat volta 2 { + \voiceOne << { f4 f8 } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo f4 f8 \oneVoice } >> \oneVoice \stemUp <e g> | + <f a>4 <f a>8 <g bf> | + <a c>4 <bf d>8 <a c> | + + \break + <f a>4.^\fermata r8 | + <a c>4 <g bf>8 <f a> | + <e g>4. r8 | + <g bf>4 <f a>8 <e g> | + + \break + \voiceOne << { f4.^\fermata } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo f4. \oneVoice } >> \oneVoice \stemUp r8 + } } + \tag #'toDC { + <a c>8[ <g bf>] <g bf>8 <f a> | + <e g>4 c8 c | + + \break + <g' bf>8[ <f a>] <f a>8 <e g> | + \voiceOne << { f4. } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo f4. \oneVoice } >> \oneVoice \stemUp r8 | + <a c>8[ <g bf>] <g bf>8 <f a> | + + \break + <e g>4 c8 c | + <g' bf>8[ <f a>] <f a>8 <e g> | + \voiceOne << { f4.^\fermata } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo f4. \oneVoice } >> \oneVoice r8^\markup { \bold "D.C." } \bar "|." + } +} + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \time 2/4 + \key f \major + \autoBeamOff + + \tag #'main { \repeat volta 2 { + f4 f8 c | + f4 f8 e | + f4 g8 c, | + + \break + f4.^\fermata r8 | + f4 e8 f | + c4. r8 | + c4 c8 c | + + \break + f4.^\fermata r8 + } } + \tag #'toDC { + c4 c8 c | + c4 c8 c | + + \break + c4 c8 c | + f4. r8 | + c4 c8 c | + + \break + c4 c8 c | + c4 c8 c | + f4.^\fermata r8 \bar "|." + } +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \lineOne } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \lineTwo } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \lineThree } + >> + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + \context { \Score \remove "Mark_engraver" } + \context { \Staff \consists "Mark_engraver" } + } +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \unfoldRepeats \treble \keepWithTag #'main \treble } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \unfoldRepeats \bass \keepWithTag #'main \bass } + >> + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 100 4 ) }} +} + +%%Transcriber's Notes: + +%%Added missing fermata last system, last bar, treble part. + +%%A second score is provided to unfold the repeats and generate the midi. + diff --git a/22089-h/music/slaveslamentation.midi b/22089-h/music/slaveslamentation.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..a8d5551 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/slaveslamentation.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/slaveslamentation.pdf b/22089-h/music/slaveslamentation.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..3dbd333 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/slaveslamentation.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/slaveswrongs.ly b/22089-h/music/slaveswrongs.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9aeee0c --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/slaveswrongs.ly @@ -0,0 +1,115 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "SLAVE'S WRONGS." + poet = "Words by Miss Chandler." + composer = "Arranged from \"Rose of Allandale.\"" + tagline = "" +} + +words = \lyricmode { + With ach -- ing brow and wea -- ried limb, The + slave his toil pur -- sued; And oft I saw + the cru -- el scourge Deep in his blood im -- + brued; He tilled op -- pres -- sion's soil where men For + lib -- er -- ty had bled, And the + ea -- gle wing of Free -- dom waved In + mock -- ery, o'er his head. +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 4/4 + \key bf \major + \autoBeamOff + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + \stemUp + + \partial 4 <d bf'>8[ <ef c'>] | + <f d'>4. <ef c'>8 <d bf'>4 <d a'>8( <d bf'>8) | + << { c'8[ bf] a[ g] } \new Voice = "alto" { \voiceTwo ef4 ef } >> <d f>4. <d f>8 | + + \break + <d f>4 <f bf> <f bf> <a c>8[ <bf d>8] | + <a c>2 r4 <d, bf'>8[ <ef c'>] | + <f d'>4. <ef c'>8 <d bf'>4 <c a'>8[ <d bf'>8] | + + \break + << { c'8[ bf] a[ g] } \new Voice = "altoB" { \voiceTwo ef4 ef } >> <d f>4. <d f>8 | + <ef g>4 <d bf'> <c a'>8[ <d bf'>] <ef c'>[ <f d'>] | + + \break + <d bf'>2 r4 <f f'>8.( <f f'>16) | + <d f'>4. <f d'>8 <f d'>4. <d bf'>16( <d bf'>16) | + <ef c'>8 <d bf'> <ef g>4. r8 <f d'>4 | + + \break + <g ef'>4. <f d'>8 <ef c'>4 <d bf'>4 | + <f a>8( f4.) r4 <d f>8 <d f>8 | + + \break + <ef g>4 <g bf>4 <ef c'>8[ <d bf'>8] <c a'>8[ <bf g'>8] | + <d f>4 <f bf>4 <f d'>4^\fermata <d bf'>8[ <c a'>8] | + + \break + <ef g>8( <d bf'>4) <d bf'>8 <c a'>8[ <d bf'>8] <ef c'>8[ <f d'>8] | + < d bf'>2.^\fermata \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \time 4/4 + \key bf \major + \autoBeamOff + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + + \partial 4 bf4 | + bf4. bf8 bf4 \stemUp d8( d) | + \stemNeutral ef4 ef bf4. bf8 | + + \break + bf4 bf bf f' | + f2 r4 bf, | + bf4. bf8 bf4 d | + + \break + ef4 ef bf4. bf8 | + ef4 ef f f | + + \break + bf,2 r4 \slurDown bf'8.( bf16) | + bf4. bf8 bf4. g16( g16) | + ef8 ef ef4. r8 bf4 | + + \break + ef4. ef8 ef4 ef4 | + f8( f4.) r4 bf,8 bf8 | + + \break + ef4 ef4 ef4 ef4 | + bf4 bf4 bf4^\fermata \stemUp d4 | + + \break + \stemNeutral ef8( ef4) ef8 f4 f4 | + <f bf,>2.^\fermata \bar "|." +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \words } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 100 4 ) }} + } + diff --git a/22089-h/music/slaveswrongs.midi b/22089-h/music/slaveswrongs.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..406a8fa --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/slaveswrongs.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/slaveswrongs.pdf b/22089-h/music/slaveswrongs.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..b259d68 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/slaveswrongs.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/soldwatch.ly b/22089-h/music/soldwatch.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9cbe696 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/soldwatch.ly @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +\version "2.10" + +\header { + title = "NEGRO BOY SOLD FOR A WATCH." + poet = "Words by Cowper." + composer = "Arranged by G. W. C. from an old theme." + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +words = \lyricmode { + When av -- a -- rice en -- slaves the mind, And self -- ish views a -- + lone bear sway Man turns a sav -- age to his kind, And + blood and ra -- pine mark his way. A -- las! for this poor + sim -- ple toy, I sold the hap -- less Ne -- gro boy. +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \key f \major + \time 3/4 + \autoBeamOff + + \partial 4 a'4 | bes8 bes a4 g8[ f] | + d8 d g4 a | + bes8 bes a4 g8[ f] | + + \break + d8 e8 d4. a'8 | + \stemUp bes bes a4 g8[ f] | + d8 d g4 a | + + \break bes8 bes a4 g8[ f] | + d8. e16 d4.\fermata \stemDown a'16[ c] | + d8. d16 c4 \stemUp a8.[ g16] | + + \break f8 d g4. a8 | + bes bes a4. g16[ f] | + d8 e d4.\fermata \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \key f \major + \time 3/4 + \autoBeamOff + + \partial 4 f4 | + g8 g f4 c | + f8 f c4 f | + e8 e d4 c8[ d] | + + \break + a8 c \stemUp d4. \stemDown f8 | + g g f4 e8[ d] | + f f \stemUp c4 d | + + \break + \stemNeutral f8 f f4 d | + a8. a16 \stemUp d4.\fermata \stemDown f8 | + d8. d16 f4 f | + + \break + \stemUp d8 d c4. \stemDown f8 | + g8 g f4. e16[ d] | + \stemUp a8 cis d4.\fermata \bar "|." +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \words } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 100 4 ) }} + } + diff --git a/22089-h/music/soldwatch.midi b/22089-h/music/soldwatch.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..7bafb70 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/soldwatch.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/soldwatch.pdf b/22089-h/music/soldwatch.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..76508a3 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/soldwatch.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/songofthefree.ly b/22089-h/music/songofthefree.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5ce95b9 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/songofthefree.ly @@ -0,0 +1,199 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "SONG OF THE FREE." + poet = "Parodied by G. W. C." + composer = "Tune, Lutzow's Wild Hunt." + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +verseOne = \lyricmode { + From vall -- ey and moun -- tain, from hill -- top and glen, What + shouts thro' the air are re -- bound -- ing! And ech -- o is send -- ing the sounds + back a -- gain, And loud thro' the air they are sound -- ing, And + loud through the air they are sound -- ing; And if you + ask what those joy -- ous \set associatedVoice = "bass" strains? 'Tis the 'Tis the + songs of bond -- men now burst -- ing their chains. +} + +soprano = \relative c' { + \key c \major + \time 6/8 + \clef treble + \autoBeamOff + + \partial 8 c8 | + c8 c8 c8 c8 c8 c8 | + c8 c8 c8 c4 e8 | + + \break + e8 e8 e8 e8 g8 e8 | + g2. | + e4. r4 f8 | + f8 f8 f8 f8 f8 f8 | + + \break + f8. f16 f8 f4 f8 | + f8 f8 f8 f8 f8 f8 | + f8[ c8 f8] f4 f8 | + + \break + g8 g8 g8 a8 a8 a8 | + d4. d4 r8 | R2. | + + \break + R2.*4 \repeat volta 2 { g,4. g4. | + + \break + g4. g4. | + g8 g8 g8 g8 e8 g8 | + g4._\fermata ~ g4 r8 } +} + +alto = \relative c' { + \key c \major + \time 6/8 + \clef treble + \autoBeamOff + \stemUp + + <e g>8 | + <e g>8 <e g>8 <e g>8 <e g>8 <c e>8 <e g>8 | + <e g>8 <e c'>8 <e g>8 <e g>4 <g c>8 | + + <g c>8 <g c>8 <g c>8 <g c>8 <e g>8 <g c>8 | + <c e>2. | + <g c>4. r4 f8 | + f8 f8 f8 f8 f8 <f a>8 | + + <f bf>8. <f bf>16 <f bf>8 <f a>4 <a c>8 | + <a c>8 <a c>8 <a c>8 <a c>8 <f a>8 <a c>8 | + c8[ f8 c8] <a c>4 <a c>8 | + + <g c>8 <g c>8 <g c>8 <fs c'>8 <fs c'>8 <fs c'>8 | + <g b>4. <b d>4 r8 | + g4. g4 g8 | + + af8 g8 fs8 g4 b8 | + d4. r4 r8 | + R2.*2 \repeat volta 2 { \stemDown <c e>4. <c e>4. | + + <e g>4. <c e>4. | + <b d>8 <b d>8 <b d>8 <b d>8 <g c>8 <b d>8 | + <c e>4.^\fermata ~ <c e>4 r8 } +} + +tenor = \relative c' { + \key c \major + \time 6/8 + \clef treble + \autoBeamOff + \stemDown + + s8 | + s2. | + s2. | + + s2. | + s2. | + s4. s4 f8 | + f8 f8 f8 f8 f8 s8 | + + s2. | + s2. | + a4. s4 s8 | + + s2. | + s2. | + g4. g4 g8 | + + af8 g8 fs8 g4 b8 | + d4. s4 s8 | + R2.*2 \repeat volta 2 { s4. s4. | + + s2. | + s2. | + s4. s4 s8 } +} + +bass = \relative c { + \key c \major + \time 6/8 + \clef bass + \autoBeamOff + \override Stem #'neutral-direction = #up + + c8 | + c8 c8 c8 c8 c8 c8 | + c8 c8 c8 c4 c8 | + + c8 c8 c8 c8 c8 c8 | + c2. | + c4. r4 f8 | + f8 f8 f8 f8 f8 c8 | + + df8. df16 df8 df4 f8 | + f8 f8 f8 f8 f8 f8 | + f8[ c8 f8] f4 f8 | + + e8 e8 e8 fs8 fs8 fs8 | + g4. g,4 r8 | + R2. | + + R2.*2 | + c'2. | + c,2. \repeat volta 2 { c4. c4. | + + c4. c4. | + g8 g8 g8 g8 g8 g8 | + c4._\fermata ~ c4 r8 } +} + +\score { +<< + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upperOne" \new Voice = "soprano" { \soprano } + \new Staff = "upperTwo" + << + \new Voice = "alto" { \alto } + \new Voice = "tenor" { \tenor } + >> + \new Lyrics = "lyrics" {s1} + \new Staff = "bass" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + \context Lyrics = "lyrics" \lyricsto "alto" \verseOne +>> + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +} + +\score { + + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upperOne" \new Voice = "soprano" { \unfoldRepeats \soprano } + \new Staff = "upperTwo" + << + \new Voice = "alto" { \unfoldRepeats \alto } + \new Voice = "tenor" { \unfoldRepeats \tenor } + >> + \new Staff = "bass" \new Voice = "bass" { \unfoldRepeats \bass } + >> + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 140 4 ) }} + +} + +%%Transcriber's Note: + +%%Lyrics alignment has been corrected in the 2nd and 3rd systems. + +%%Second score provided to unfold repeats and generate midi.
\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/22089-h/music/songofthefree.midi b/22089-h/music/songofthefree.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..39b6412 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/songofthefree.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/songofthefree.pdf b/22089-h/music/songofthefree.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..a77bdb0 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/songofthefree.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/stanzas.ly b/22089-h/music/stanzas.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9b66174 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/stanzas.ly @@ -0,0 +1,144 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "STANZAS FOR THE TIMES." + poet = "Words by J. G. Whittier." + composer = "Music by G. W. C." + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +words = \lyricmode { +Is this the land our fa -- thers loved, The free -- dom + which they toiled to win? Is this the soil where -- on they + moved? Are these the graves they slum -- ber in? Are we the + sons by whom are borne, The man -- tles which the dead have won? +} + + +trebleOne = \relative c' { + \key bf \major + \time 6/8 + \clef treble + \override Stem #'neutral-direction = #up + \autoBeamOff + + \partial 8*3 f8 f f | + d'4. d8 \stemDown bf bf \stemNeutral | + f4. f8 bf f | + + \break + f4. f8 a bf | + a4.\fermata a8 a a | + a4. a8 bf c | + + \break + d4. bf16[ a] g8 bf | + a4. a8 bf a | + \stemDown bf4.\fermata c8 c bf16[ c] | + + \break + d4. d8 f f | + \stemDown bf,4. bf8 bf bf | + d4. c8 bf c | + d4. \bar "|." +} + +altoone = \relative c' { + \key bf \major + \time 6/8 + \clef treble + \autoBeamOff + \stemUp + + \partial 8*3 f8 f f | + <f bf>4. <f bf>8 <f d'> f | + <d bf'>4. <d bf'>8 <f d'> <f bf> | + + <f bf>4. <f bf>8 <f c'> <f d'> | + <f c'>4.^\fermata f8 <f c'> <f c'> | + <f c'>4. <f c'>8 <f d'> <f f'> | + + <g bf>4. <g d'>16[ <g c>] <g bf>8 <g bf> | + <f c'>4. <f c'>8 <f d'> <f c'> | + <d f>4.^\fermata f8 f g | + + <f bf>4. <f bf>8 <a c> <bf d> | + <d, f>4. <d f>8 <d f> <ef g> | + <g bf>4. <f c'>8 <f d'> <f f'> | + <f bf>4. \bar "|." +} + +altotwo = \relative c' { + \key bf \major + \time 6/8 + \clef treble + \stemDown + \autoBeamOff + + \partial 8*3 f8 f f | + s8*5 f8 | + s8*6 | + + s8*6 | + s4. f8 s8 s8 | + s8*6 | + + s8*6 | + s8*6 | + s4. f8 f8 f8 | + + s8*6 | + s8*6 | + s8*6 | + s4. \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \key bf \major + \time 6/8 + \clef bass + \override Stem #'neutral-direction = #up + \autoBeamOff + + \partial 8*3 f8 f d | + bf4. bf8 bf bf | + bf4. bf8 bf bf | + + d4. d8 f f | + f4.\fermata f8 f f | + f4. f8 bf f | + + g4. g8 g g | + f4. f8 f f | + bf,4.\fermata f'8 f ef | + + d4. d8 f f | + bf,4. bf8 bf ef | + g4. f8 f f | + bf,4. \bar "|." +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upperOne" \new Voice = "trebleOne" { \trebleOne } + \new Staff = "upperTwo" + << + \new Voice = "trebleTwo" { \altoone } + \new Voice = "trebleThree" { \altotwo } + >> + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "trebleOne" { \words } + \new Staff = "bass" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 100 4 ) }} + +} diff --git a/22089-h/music/stanzas.midi b/22089-h/music/stanzas.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..1d649c2 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/stanzas.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/stanzas.pdf b/22089-h/music/stanzas.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..5ea171e --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/stanzas.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/stolen.ly b/22089-h/music/stolen.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6f41413 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/stolen.ly @@ -0,0 +1,122 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "STOLEN WE WERE." + poet = "Words by a Colored Man." + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +leftbrace = \markup {\override #'(font-encoding . fetaBraces) \lookup #"brace140" } + +rightbrace = \markup {\rotate #180 \leftbrace } + +lineOne = \lyricmode { + Sto -- len we were from Af -- ri -- ca, Trans -- + port -- ed to A -- mer -- i -- ca; +} + +lineTwo = \lyricmode { + It's work all day and half the night, And + rise be -- fore the morn -- ing \markup{ "light;" \hspace #2.0 \raise #3 \rightbrace } Sin -- ner! man! why + don't you re -- pent? For the judg -- ment is roll -- ing a -- + round! For the judg -- ment is roll -- ing a -- round! +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 4/4 + \key g \major + \autoBeamOff + + \repeat volta 2 { + \partial 4*1 \voiceOne << { d4 } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo \autoBeamOff d4 \oneVoice } >> \oneVoice | + \voiceOne << { g } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo \autoBeamOff g \oneVoice } >> \oneVoice <fs a> <g b> <b d> | + <d g> <d g> <b d>^\fermata <g b> | + + \break + \stemUp <a d>4 \stemNeutral <g c> <g b> <fs a> | + \voiceOne << { g } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo \autoBeamOff g \oneVoice } >> \oneVoice <fs a> <g b>_( <a c>^\fermata) | + %[**NOTE: Strangely, the partials don't balance, giving an extra 1/4 here.] + %[**NOTE: Should last two notes be 1/8 instead of 1/4?] + } + <b d>16^\markup { \bold "Chorus." } <b d>8. r4 <b d>4. <g b>8 | + + \break + \stemUp <a c>4 \stemNeutral <g b>8. <fs a>16 \voiceOne << { g4 } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo \autoBeamOff g4 \oneVoice } >> \oneVoice <g c>8. <g c>16 | + <g b>4 <g b>8. <g b>16 <fs a>8[ d] <d fs> <fs a> | + + \break + \voiceOne << { g4 } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo \autoBeamOff g4 \oneVoice } >> \oneVoice r <b g'>4. <c e>8 | + <b d>4 <g b>8 <b d> <b d>[ <a c>] <g b> <d fs> | + \partial 4*1 <b g'>4 \bar "|." + %[**NOTE: Strangely, the partials don't balance.] +} + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \time 4/4 + \key g \major + \autoBeamOff + + \repeat volta 2 { + \partial 4*1 g'4 | + g d g g | + d d g^\fermata g | + + \break + d4 g g \stemUp d | + d d d( c)^\fermata | + %[**NOTE: Strangely, the partials don't balance, giving an extra 1/4 here.] + %[**NOTE: Should last two notes be 1/8 instead of 1/4?] + } + \stemNeutral g'16 g8. r4 g4. d8 | + + \break + c4 \stemUp d8. d16 \stemNeutral g4 g8. g16 | + %[**NOTE: typo: image shows "g8 g8. g16 d4 d8 d"; first 1/8 should be 1/4.] + g4 g8. g16 \stemUp d4 d8 d \stemNeutral | + + \break + g4 r g4. fs8 | + g4 b,8 \stemUp d c4 d8 d + \stemNeutral \partial 4*1 g4 | + %[**NOTE: Strangely, the partials don't balance.] +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \lineOne } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \lineTwo } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } +} + +\score { + \unfoldRepeats { + << + \context Staff = upper << + \context Voice = upper \treble + >> + \context Staff = lower << + \context Voice = lower \bass + >> + >> + } + \midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 100 4 ) }} +} + +%%Transcriber's Note: + +%%A second score block is provided to unfold the repeat and generate the midi. + +%%See also notes in code above.
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Sons of Pil -- grim + Fa -- thers blest, Pil -- grim Mo -- thers gone to rest, + Lis -- ten to their high be -- hest, Strike for Lib -- er -- ty. + +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \key c \major + \time 2/4 + \clef treble + \autoBeamOff + \stemUp + + <e g>8. <e g>16 <e g>8. <c e>16 | + <e g>8. <f b>16 <e c'>4 | + <c a'>8. <c a'>16 <c a'>8. <c g'>16 | + + \break + <c a'>8. <f b>16 <e c'>4 | + <g e'>8.<g e'>16 <g d'>8. <g d'>16 | + <a c>8. <b d>16 <c e>4 | + + \break + <a c>8. <fs a>16 <fs a>8. << { g16 | g2 | } + \new Voice = "alto" { \voiceTwo g16 | g2 | } >> + <c e>8. <c e>16 <c e>8. <b d>16 | + + \break + <c e>8. <d f>16 <e g>4 | + <b d>8. <b d>16 <b d>8. <a c>16 | + <b d>8. <c e>16 <d f>4 | + + \break + <e g>8. <c e>16 <b d>8. <c e>16 | << { c8. } + \new Voice = "alto" { \voiceTwo c8. } >> + <b d>16 <c e>4 | + <a c>8. <f a>16 <f a>8. <e g>16 | <e g>4 r4 \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \key c \major + \time 2/4 + \clef bass + \autoBeamOff + \override Stem #'neutral-direction = #up + + c8. c16 c8. c16 | + c8. c16 c4 | + f8. f16 f8. e16 | + + f8. d16 c4 | + c'8. c16 b8. b16 | + a8. g16 c,4 | + + d8. d16 d8. d16 | + g2 | + c,8. c16 c8. g16 | + + c8. g'16 c4 | + g8. g16 g8. g16 | + g8. g16 g4 | + + c8. c16 g8. c,16 | + e8. g16 a4 | + f8. f16 f8. c16 | + c4 r4 + +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \words } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 100 4 ) }} + } + diff --git a/22089-h/music/strike.midi b/22089-h/music/strike.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..b798030 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/strike.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/strike.pdf b/22089-h/music/strike.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..941927e --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/strike.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/themanforme.ly b/22089-h/music/themanforme.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8253746 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/themanforme.ly @@ -0,0 +1,161 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "THE MAN FOR ME." + poet = "Parody by J. N. T. Tucker." + composer = "Air, \"The Rose that all are praising.\"" + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +words = \lyricmode { + Oh, he is not the man for me, Who buys or sells a + slave, Nor he who will not set him free, But + sends him to his grave; But he whose no -- ble heart beats warm For + all men's life and lib -- er -- ty; Who loves a -- like each + hu -- man form-- Oh that's the man for me, Oh that's the man for + me, Oh that's the man for me. +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 6/8 + \key f \major + \autoBeamOff + \stemUp + + \partial 8 <f a>8 | + <f a>4 <f a>8 <f a>4 <e g>8 | + <e g>4 <e g>8 f4 f8 | + <e g>4 <e g>8 <e g>[ <d f>] <e g> | + + \break + <f a>4. ~ \once \override TieColumn #'tie-configuration = #'((-5 . -1) (-5 . -1)) <f a>4 <f a>8 | + <f a>4 <f a>8 <f a>4 <e g>8 | + <e g>4 f8 f4 f8 | + + \break + <e g>4 <e g>8 <e g>[ <d f>] <e g> | + \once\override Tie #'control-points = #'((1.5 . 2.5) (3 . 4) (8.5 . 4) (10 . 2.5)) + f4. ~ f4 <e g>8 | + <e g>4 <e g>8 <e g>4 <e g>8 | + <f a>4 <f a>8 <f a>4 <f a>8 | + + \break + <f a>4 <f a>8 <f a>[ <g bf>] <a c> | + c8[ g] <e g> <e g>[^\fermata c'] <g bf> | + <f a>4 <f a>8 <f a>4 <e g>8 | + + \break + <e g>4 f8 f4 f8 <e g>4 <e g>8 <e g>[ <d f>] <e g> | + <f a>4.( <a c>4) <f a>8 | + <a c>4 <f a>8 <a c>4 <f a>8 | + + \break + <a c>4.( <a f'>4) <a c>8 | + <a c>8[ <f a>] f <e g>[ <d f>] <e g> | + \once \override Tie #'transparent = ##t + f4. ~ f4 \bar "|." +} + +alto = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 6/8 + \key f \major + \autoBeamOff + \stemDown + + \partial 8 s8 | + s2. | + s4 s8 f4 f8 | + s2. | + + s4. s4 s8 | + s2. | + s4 f8 f4 f8 | + + s2. | + \once \override Tie #'transparent = ##t f4. ~ f4 s8 | + s2. | + s2. | + + s2. | + e4 s8 e4 s8 | + s2. | + + s4 f8 f4 f8 | + s2. | + s2. | + s2. | + + s2. | + s4 f8 s4 s8 | + \once\override Tie #'control-points = #'((1.5 . -2.5) (3 . -3.5) (11.5 . -3.5) (13 . -2.5)) + f4. ~ f4 \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \time 6/8 + \key f \major + + \autoBeamOff + \override Stem #'neutral-direction = #up + + \partial 8 f8 | + f4 f8 f4 c8 | + c4 c8 f4 f8 | + c4 c8 c4 c8 | + + \break + f4. ~ f4 f8 | + f4 f8 f4 c8 | + c4 f8 f4 f8 | + + \break + c4 c8 c4 c8 | + f4. ~ f4 c8 | + c4 c8 c4 c8 | + f4 f8 f4 f8 | + + \break + f4 f8 f4 f8 | + c4 c8 c4^\fermata c8 | + f4 f8 f4 c8 + + \break + c4 f8 f4 f8 | + c4 c8 c4 c8 | + f4.( f4) f8 | + f4 f8 f4 f8 | + + \break + f4. ~ f4 f8 | + f4 a8 c4 c,8 | + f4. ~ f4 \bar "|." +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" + << + \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Voice = "alto" { \alto } + >> + + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \words } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 120 4 ) }} + } + diff --git a/22089-h/music/themanforme.midi b/22089-h/music/themanforme.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..3f11b4d --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/themanforme.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/themanforme.pdf b/22089-h/music/themanforme.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..33a9c2b --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/themanforme.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/tothose.ly b/22089-h/music/tothose.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7d8c495 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/tothose.ly @@ -0,0 +1,154 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "TO THOSE I LOVE." + poet = "Words by Miss E. M. Chandler." + composer = "Music from an old air by G. W. C." + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +words = \lyrics { + Oh, turn ye not dis -- pleased a -- way, though + I should some -- times seem Too much to press up -- + on your ear, an oft re -- peat -- ed + theme; The sto -- ry of the ne -- gro's wrongs is + hea -- vy at my heart, And can I choose but + wish from you a sym -- pa -- thiz -- ing part? +} + +trebleOne = \relative c' { + \key f \major + \time 4/4 + \clef treble + \autoBeamOff + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + \stemUp + + \partial 8 <a' c>8 | + <a c>4. <f a>8 <a f'>4. <f a>8 | + <a c>4. <g bf>8 <e g>4. <e g>8 | + + \break + <f a>4. <f a>8 <a c>[ <g bf>] <f a>[ <e g>] | + \slurUp f2( e4) r8 <a c> | + <a c>4. <f a>8 <c' f>4. <f, a>8 | + + \break + <a c>4. <g bf>8 <e g>4 r8 <e g> | + <f a>[ <a c>] <g bf>[ <e g>] f4 <f a>8.[ <e g>16] | + + \break + <e g>2( f4) r8 <f a>8 | + <e g>4. <e g>8 <g bf>[ <f a>] <e g>[ <f a>] | + <a c>4. <g bf>8 <e g>4. <e g>8 | + + \break + <f a>4. <f a>8 \slurDown <g b>8( <b f'>4) <g b>8 | + \slurUp d'4^\fermata( c2) r8 <a c> | + <a c>4. <f a>8 <c' f>4. <f, a>8 | + + <a c>4. <g bf>8 <e g>4 r8 <e g> | + <f a>[ <a c>] <g bf>[ <e g>] <e c'>4^\fermata g8[ bf16a] | + f2 \bar "|." +} + +trebleTwo = \relative c' { + \key f \major + \time 4/4 + \clef treble + \autoBeamOff + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + \stemDown + + \partial 8 s8 | + s1 | + s1 | + + \break + s1 | + f2 e4 s4 | + s1 | + + \break + s1 | + s4 s4 f4 s4 | + + \break + s2 f4 s4 | + s1 | + s1 | + + \break + s1 | + g2. s4 | + s1 | + + \break + s1 | + s2 s4 e4 | + f2 \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \key f \major + \time 4/4 + \clef bass + \autoBeamOff + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + \override Stem #'neutral-direction = #up + + \partial 8 f8 | + f4. f8 f4. f8 | + f4. f8 c4. c8 | + + f4. f8 f4 bf, | + c2. r8 f | + f4. f8 f4. f8 | + + c4. c8 c4 r8 c | + f4 bf, c c | + + c2( f4) r8 f | + c4. c8 c4 c | + c4. c8 c4. c8 | + + f4. f8 b,4. b8 | + c2.\fermata r8 f | + f4. f8 f4. f8 | + + c4. c8 c4 r8 c | + f4 bf, c\fermata c | + f2 \bar "|." + +} + + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" + << + \new Voice = "trebleOne" { \trebleOne } + \new Voice = "trebleTwo" { \trebleTwo } + >> + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "trebleOne" { \words } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 100 4 ) }} + } + +%%Transcriber's Notes: + +%%5th system, bass staff, 1st bar: changed B-flat to B-natural to match treble; 2nd bar: added missing fermata. + +%%Last system, last bar, bass: changed discordant G to F. diff --git a/22089-h/music/tothose.midi b/22089-h/music/tothose.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..8ed18b8 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/tothose.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/tothose.pdf b/22089-h/music/tothose.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..e0c55fe --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/tothose.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/tribute.ly b/22089-h/music/tribute.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6121e84 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/tribute.ly @@ -0,0 +1,165 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "A TRIBUTE TO DEPARTED WORTH." + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +leftbrace = \markup {\override #'(font-encoding . fetaBraces) \lookup #"brace140" } + +rightbrace = \markup {\rotate #180 \leftbrace } + +verseOne = \lyricmode { + Oh, it is not the tear at this mo -- ment shed, When the + cold turf has just been laid o'er him, +} + +verseTwo = \lyricmode { + That can tell how be -- loved was the soul that's fled, Or how + deep in our hearts we de -- plore \markup{ "him:" \hspace #1.0 \raise #3 \rightbrace } 'Tis the + tear through ma -- ny_a long day wept, \set ignoreMelismata = ##t Through \unset ignoreMelismata a life by his loss all + sha -- ded, 'Tis the sad re -- mem -- brance + fond -- ly kept, When all oth -- er griefs have fa -- ded. +} + +trebleOne = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 4/4 + \key d \minor + \autoBeamOff + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + + \repeat volta 2 { + \partial 4 a'8 a | + a4 a8 a d4 e8 d | + a4 a a^\fermata a8 c | + + \break + \stemUp c8[ a] \stemNeutral a a g4 d'8 c | + \partial 4*3 a2 a8 r | + } + \partial 4 a8 \stemUp bf | + + \break + \stemNeutral a4 a a4. c8 | + c4 c a^\fermata a8( g) | + f[ a] \stemDown a \stemNeutral cs d4 cs | + + \break + a2 a8 r c a | + a4 a f g8( f) | + + \break + a4 a a^\fermata a8 \stemUp bf | + \stemNeutral c4 a8( c) c[ d] c8.( bf16) | + a2 a8 r \bar "|." +} + +trebleTwo = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 4/4 + \key d \minor + \autoBeamOff + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + + \repeat volta 2 { + \partial 4 \stemDown a'8 \stemNeutral cs | + d[ f] d c a4 g8 a | + c4 c d,^\fermata f8 g | + + \break + \stemDown a8[ c] \stemNeutral c a g[ bf] a g + \partial 4*3 f2 f8 r + } + \partial 4 f8 g | + + \break + a4 c f4. e16[ f] | + g8[ f] e[ f] d4^\fermata c8( bf) | + \stemDown a[ c] \stemNeutral d e f4 e | + + \break + d2 cs8 r a cs | + d[ ef] d[ c] a4 g8( a) | + + \break + c4 c d,^\fermata f8 g | + a8.[ c16] \slurDown c8( a) \slurUp g8[( bf] a8.) g16 | + f2 f8 r \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \time 4/4 + \key d \minor + \autoBeamOff + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + + \repeat volta 2 { + \partial 4 d8 d | + d4 d8 d d4 e8 d | + a4 a \stemUp d^\fermata d8 \stemNeutral c | + + \break + f4 f8 f c4 a8 c + \partial 4*3 d2 d8 r + } + \partial 4 f8 e | + + \break + d4 d f4. g8 | + c,4 c \stemUp d^\fermata \stemNeutral f8( e) | + d4 f8 g a4 <a, a'> | + + \break + \stemUp d2 \stemNeutral f8 r \stemUp d d | + d4 d d c8( d) | + + \break + a4 a d^\fermata \stemNeutral d8 e | + f4 f8( d) c4 a8.( c16) | + \stemUp d2 d8 r \bar "|." +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upperOne" \new Voice = "trebleOne" { \trebleOne } + \new Staff = "upperTwo" \new Voice = "trebleTwo" { \trebleTwo } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "trebleOne" { \verseOne } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "trebleOne" { \verseTwo } + \new Staff = "bass" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + \context { \Score \override PaperColumn #'keep-inside-line = ##t } + + } + +} + + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" + << + \new Voice = "trebleOne" { \unfoldRepeats \trebleOne } + \new Voice = "trebleTwo" { \unfoldRepeats \trebleTwo } + >> + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \unfoldRepeats \bass } + >> + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 84 4 ) }} +} + +%%Transcriber's Notes: + +%%Added missing fermata, 1st system, trebleOne part, 3rd bar, 3rd beat. + +%%Dissonances have been preserved as in original.
\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/22089-h/music/tribute.midi b/22089-h/music/tribute.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..fe9a06a --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/tribute.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/tribute.pdf b/22089-h/music/tribute.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..b7cfbe5 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/tribute.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/vision.ly b/22089-h/music/vision.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2cf7f23 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/vision.ly @@ -0,0 +1,109 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "A VISION." + poet = "Words by Crary." + composer = "Music by G.W.C." + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +words = \lyricmode { + At dead of night, when oth -- ers sleep, Near + Hell I took my sta -- tion; And from that dun -- geon, + dark and deep, O'er -- heard this con -- ver -- + sa -- tion: "\"Hail," Prince of Dark -- ness, ev -- er hail, A -- + dored by each in -- fer -- nal, I come a -- mong your + gang to wail, And taste of death e -- ter -- "nal.\"" +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 2/4 + \key bf \major + \autoBeamOff + \stemUp + + \partial 8*1 <d f>8 | + <f bf>8. <f bf>16 <f bf>8 <f bf> | + <a c>8. <g bf>16 <f a>8. \voiceOne << { f16 } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo \autoBeamOff f16 \oneVoice } >> \oneVoice | + + \break + \stemUp <ef g>8 <g bf> <bf d> <g bf> | + <f a>16 <a c>4. \voiceOne << { f16 } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo \autoBeamOff f16 \oneVoice } >> \oneVoice | + \stemUp <f bf>8. <f bf>16 <f bf>8 <f bf> | + + \break + <a c>8. <g bf>16 <f a>8. \voiceOne << { f16 } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo \autoBeamOff f16 \oneVoice } >> \oneVoice | + \stemUp <ef g>8 <g bf> <bf d>8. <a c>16 | + + \break + <f c'>8 <f bf>4^\fermata \bar "||" <f a>16[ <g bf>] | + <a c>8 <a c> <a c>8. <a c>16 | + <bf d>8 <g bf> <f a>8.^\fermata <a c>16 | + + \break + <a c>8 <a c> <bf d> <g bf> | + <bf d>16 <a c>4. \voiceOne << { f16 } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo \autoBeamOff f16 \oneVoice } >> \oneVoice | + \stemUp <f bf>8 <f bf> <f bf> <f bf> | + + \break + <a c>8. <g bf>16 <f a>8 <d f>16 ~ <d f> | + <ef g>8 <g bf> <bf d>8. <a c>16 | + <f a c>8 <f bf>4^\fermata r8 \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \time 2/4 + \key bf \major + \autoBeamOff + + \partial 8*1 bf8 | + bf8. bf16 bf8 bf | + f'8. f16 f8. d16 | + + \break + ef8 ef bf bf | + f'16 f4. bf,16 | + bf8. bf16 bf8 bf | + + \break + f'8. f16 f8. d16 | + ef8 ef bf8. f'16 | + + \break + f8 bf,4^\fermata f'8 | + f f f8. f16 | + bf,8 bf f'8.^\fermata f16 | + + \break + f8 f bf, \stemUp d | + \stemNeutral d16 f4. f16 | + bf,8 bf bf bf | + + \break + f'8. f16 f8 bf,16 ~ bf | + ef8 ef f8. f16 | + f8 bf,4^\fermata r8 | +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \words } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + \context { \Lyrics \override LyricSpace #'minimum-distance = #2 } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 84 4 ) }} + +} diff --git a/22089-h/music/vision.midi b/22089-h/music/vision.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..87498e1 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/vision.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/vision.pdf b/22089-h/music/vision.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..6bf5f12 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/vision.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/voicenewengland.ly b/22089-h/music/voicenewengland.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3f54c14 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/voicenewengland.ly @@ -0,0 +1,124 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "VOICE OF NEW ENGLAND AGAINST SLAVERY." + poet = "Words by Whittier." + composer = "Music by G. W. C." + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +words = \lyricmode { + Up the hill side, down the glen, Rouse the slee -- ping + cit -- i -- zen; Sum -- mon out the might of men! + Like a li -- on growl -- ing low, Like a night -- storm + ris -- ing slow, Like the tread of un -- seen foe. +} + + +trebleOne = \relative c' { + \key a \major + \time 2/4 + \clef treble + \autoBeamOff + + a'8. a16 cs8 cs8 | + e8. e16 e4 | + b8. e16 e8 cs8 | + + \break + b8. e16 e4 ~ | + e4 r4 | + cs8. d16 e8 fs8 | + d8 cs8 b4 ~ | + b4 r4 | + + \break + cs8. cs16 cs8 cs8 | + e8 e8 b4 ~ | + b4 r4 | + e8. e16 e8 e8 | + + \break + b8 cs8 b4 ~ | + b4 r4 | + e8. e16 b8 b8 | + a8 b8 cs4 ~ | + cs4 \bar "|." +} + +trebleTwo = \relative c' { + \key a \major + \time 2/4 + \clef treble + \autoBeamOff + + e8. e16 a8 a8 | + cs8. b16 b4 | + d8. cs16 b8 a8 | + + e'8. b16 b4 ~ | + b4 r4 | + e8. d16 cs8 d8 | + \stemUp b8 a8 e4 ~ | + e4 r4 | + + a8. a16 a8 a8 | + \stemNeutral b8 cs8 e,4 ~ | + e4 r4 | + b'8. b16 b8 b8 | + + d8 e8 e,4 ~ | + e4 r4 | + cs'8. cs16 d8 d8 | + fs,8 e8 a4 ~ | + a4 \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \key a \major + \time 2/4 + \clef bass + \autoBeamOff + + e8. e16 a8 a8 | + e8. e16 e4 | + e8. e16 e8 fs8 | + + e8. e16 e4 ~ | + e4 r4 | + a8. a16 a8 a8 | + e8 e8 e4 ~ | + e4 r4 | + + a,8. a16 a8 a8 | + e'8 e8 e4 ~ | + e4 r4 | + e8. e16 e8 e8 | + + e8 e8 e4 ~ | + e4 r4 | + a8. a16 d,8 d8 | + d8 e8 a4 ~ | + a4 \bar "|." +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upperOne" \new Voice = "trebleOne" { \trebleOne } + \new Staff = "upperTwo" \new Voice = "trebleTwo" { \trebleTwo } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "trebleOne" { \words } + \new Staff = "bass" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 100 4 ) }} + +} diff --git a/22089-h/music/voicenewengland.midi b/22089-h/music/voicenewengland.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..0fef52b --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/voicenewengland.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/voicenewengland.pdf b/22089-h/music/voicenewengland.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..b727820 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/voicenewengland.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/wakesons.ly b/22089-h/music/wakesons.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d15c89b --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/wakesons.ly @@ -0,0 +1,94 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "WAKE, SONS OF THE PILGRIMS." + composer = "Air--\"M'Gregor's Gathering.\"" + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +words = \lyricmode { + Wake, sons of the Pil -- grims, and look to your right! The + des -- pots of Slav -- 'ry are up in their might: In -- + dulge not in sleep, it's like dig -- ging the graves Of + blood -- pur -- chased free -- dom-- 'tis yield -- ing like slaves. Then + hal -- loo, hal -- loo hal -- loo to the con -- test, A -- + wake from your slum -- bers, no long -- er de -- lay, But + strug -- gle for free -- dom, while strug -- gle you may-- Then + ral -- ly, ral -- ly, ral -- ly, + ral -- ly, ral -- ly, ral -- ly, While our + for -- ests shall wave or while rush -- es a riv -- er, Oh, + yield not your birth -- right! main -- tain it for ev -- er! +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \key c \major + \time 6/8 + \clef treble + \autoBeamOff + \stemUp + + \partial 8 <e g>8 | + <e c'>8 <f d'>8 <e c'>8 <e c'>8 <g e'>8 <f d'>8 | + <e c'>8 <f a>8 <f a>8 <f a>8 <e g>8( <f a>8) | + + \break + <a c>8 <g b>8 <f a>8 <f a>8 <e g>8 <c e>8 | + c8 <c e>8 <e g>8 <e g>4 <f a>16( <g b>16) | + + \break + <e c'>8 <f d'>8 <e c'>8 <e c'>8 <g e'>8 <g d'>8 | + <f d'>8 <e c'>8 <f a>8 <f a>8 <e g>8( <c e>8) | + + \break + <e c'>8 <d b'>8 <f a>8 <e g>8 <d f>8 <c e>8 | + <b d>8. <c e>16 <e gs>8 <f a>4^\fermata <e gs>8 | + + \break + <e g>8 <e a c>4 <e g>8 <e c'>4 | + <e g>8 <g e'>8 <f d'>8 <e c'>8 <f a>8 <e g>8 | + r4 r8 r8 <e g>8( <f a>8) | + + \break + <e c'>8. <f d'>16 <e c'>8 <e c'>8 <g e'>8 <f d'>8 | + <f d'>8 <e c'>8 <f a>8 <f a>8( <e g>8^\fermata) \override TieColumn #'tie-configuration = #'((5.0 . 1) (5.0 . 1)) <c e>16 ~ <c e>16 | + + \break + <f a>4 <c e>16 <f a>16 <e c'>4 <g b>16 <f a>16 | + <c' e>4 <c e>8 <b d>8 <a c>8( <f a>16) <e g>16 | + + \break + <e g>8 <c e>4 <c e>8 <e g>4 | + <f a>8 <a c>4. r8 r8 | + + \break + <e g>8 <c e>4 <c e>8 <e g>4 | + <e g>8 <f d'>4.^\fermata <a c>8 <b d>8 | + + \break + <c e>8 <b d>8 <a c>8 <b d>8( <e, g>8^\fermata) <b' d>16 <b d>16 | + <c e>8. <b d>16 <a c>8 <b d>16 <e, g>8. <e g>8 | + + \break + <c' e>8 <b d>8 <a c>8 <a c>8 <f a>8 <e g>8 | + <e g>16 <c' g'>8._\fermata <a f'>8 <g e'>8 <e c'>4 \bar "|." +} + + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \words } + >> + + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 160 8 ) }} + } diff --git a/22089-h/music/wakesons.midi b/22089-h/music/wakesons.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..51d4724 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/wakesons.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/wakesons.pdf b/22089-h/music/wakesons.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..054827f --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/wakesons.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/wakeyenumbers.ly b/22089-h/music/wakeyenumbers.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d690770 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/wakeyenumbers.ly @@ -0,0 +1,273 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "WAKE YE NUMBERS!" + poet = "Words by Lewis." + composer = "Air, \"Strike the Cymbals.\"" + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +leftbrace = \markup {\override #'(font-encoding . fetaBraces) \lookup #"brace140" } + +rightbrace = \markup {\rotate #180 \leftbrace } + +lineOne = \lyricmode { + Wake ye num -- bers! \skip 8 from your slum -- bers, + Hear the song of free -- dom pour! + By its shak -- ing, fierce -- ly break -- ing, + Eve -- ry chain up -- on our shore. +} + +lineTwo = \lyricmode { + Flags are wav -- ing, all ty -- rants brav -- ing, + Proud -- ly, free -- ly, o'er our plains; + Let no min -- ions check our pin -- ions, + While a sin -- gle grief re -- \markup{ "mains. " \raise #3 \rightbrace } + Proud ob -- lat -- ions, thou Queen of nat -- ions! Have been poured up -- + on thy wa -- ters; Af -- ric's bleed -- ing sons and daught -- ers, + Now be -- fore us, loud im -- plore us, Look -- ing to Je -- + ho -- vah's throne, Chains are wear -- ing, hearts de -- spair -- ing, + Will ye hear a na -- tion's moan? Soothe their sor -- row, + ere the mor -- row Change their ach -- ing hearts to stone: Then the + light of na -- ture's smile Free -- dom's realm shall bless the while; And the + plea -- sure mer -- cy brings Flow from all her la -- tent springs; De -- + light shall spread, shall spread her shin -- ing wings, Re -- joic -- + ing, Re -- joic -- ing, Re -- joic -- ing. +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 2/4 + \key c \major + \autoBeamOff + + \repeat volta 2 { + c'4 b | + c8 g r g | + a8.[ c16] b8.[ d16] | + c8 c r4 | + + \break + d4 d | + d16[ e d c] \stemUp b[ c b a] | + \stemNeutral g4 \grace b8 a4 | + g r | + <g c>^\markup { \bold "Chorus." } \stemUp <b d> | + <c e>8 \stemNeutral <g c> r4 | + + \break + <b d>4 <c e> | + <d f>8 <b d> r4 | + <c e> <d f> | + <e g>4. <d f>8 | + <c e>4 <b d> | + << { \voiceOne c b\rest } \new Voice = "alt" { \voiceTwo c s4 } >> + } + + \break + \oneVoice \stemDown c4.^\markup { \bold "Solo 1mo." } b8 | + \stemNeutral a a r a | + d4. c8 | + b b r4 | + r d8^\markup { \bold "Solo 2d." } d | + d4. d8 | + + \break + d4. c8 | + \stemUp b g r4 | + \stemNeutral r d'8 d | + d4. d8 | + d4. c8 | + \stemUp b g r4 | + + \break + <g c>4^\markup { \bold "Chorus." } <b d> | + <c e>8 <g c> r4 | + <b d> <c e> | + <d f>8 <b d> r4 | + <c e> <d f> | + <e g>4. <d f>8 | + + \break + <c e>4 <b d> | + << { \voiceOne c b\rest } \new Voice = "alt" { \voiceTwo c s4 } >> | + \oneVoice \stemUp <c e>^\markup { \bold "Trio. Lento." } <c e> | + <b f'> <c e>8 r | + <c e>4 <c e> | + <b f'> <c e>8 r | + + \break + <c e>4 <cs e> | + <d f> <d fs>16[ <e g> <fs a> <d fs>] | + <c e>4 <b d> | + <c e> r | + <g c>^\markup { \bold "Chorus." } <b d> | + <c e>8^\markup { \bold "Tempo." } <g c> r4 | + + \break + <b d>4 <c e>4 | + <d f>8 <b d>8 r4 | + <c e>4 <d f>4 | + <e g>4. <d f>8 | + <c e>4 <b d>4 | + << { \voiceOne c4^\fermata } \new Voice = "alt" { \voiceTwo c4 } >> \oneVoice c8.^\markup { \bold "Solo." } b16 | + + \break + a8. g16 a8. f16 | + \grace f8 e4 c'8. b16 | + a8. g16 a8. f16 | + \grace f8 e4 c'8 c8 | + + \break + c8 c8 c8 c8 | + c4 <c e>8 <c e>8 | + <c e>8 <c e>8 <c e>8 <c e>8 | + <c e>4 \repeat volta 2 { c16[ b16 c16 d16] | + + \break + e4 << { \voiceOne c4 } \new Voice = "alt" { \voiceTwo c4 } >> | + \oneVoice \stemDown <e g>4 <c e>4 | + <d f>8 <d f>8 <b d>8 <b d>8 | + <c e>4 } r8 <c e>8 | + <b d g>2 | + + \break + <c e>4 r8 <c e>8 | + <b d g>2 | + <c e>4 r8 <c e>8 | + <b d g>2 ~ | + <b d g>2 | + <c e>4 r4 \bar "|." +} + + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \time 2/4 + \key c \major + \autoBeamOff + + \repeat volta 2 { + + c2 | c | c | c | + + \break + fs2 | + g2 | + g4 \stemUp d | + \stemNeutral g, r | + e' g | + c8 c, r4 | + + \break + g'4 c | + g8 g r4 | + c c | + c4. f,8 | + g4 g | + c, r + } + + \break + c8[ e g] r | + d4. r8 | + fs2 | + g | + g4 fs | + fs2 | + + \break + fs2 | g | g4 fs | fs2 | fs | g4. r8 | + + \break + e4 g | + c8 c, r4 | + g' c | + g8 g r4 | + c c | + c4. f,8 | + + \break + g4 g, | + c r | + c c | + \stemUp d \stemNeutral c8 r | + c4 c | + \stemUp d \stemNeutral c8 r | + + \break + a'4 g | + f fs | + g g, | + c r | + e g | + c8 c,8 r4 | + + \break + g'4 c4 | + g8 g8 r4 | + c4 c4 | + c4. f,8 | + g4 g,4 | + c4^\fermata r4 | + + \break + c2 | + c2 | + c2 | + c4 r4 | + + \break + c'2 | + c2 | + c2 | + c4 \repeat volta 2 { r4 | + + c2 | + c4 a4 | + f8 f8 g8 g8 | + c,4 } r8 c'8 | + g2 | + + c4 r8 c8 | + g2 | + c4 r8 c8 | + g2 ~ | + g2 | + c,4 r4 \bar "|." +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \lineOne } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \lineTwo } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } +} + + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \unfoldRepeats \treble } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" {\unfoldRepeats \bass } + >> + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 112 4) }} + +} + +%%Transcriber's Note: + +%%8th system, treble staff, bar 2, 2d beat: changed Fs to F-sharps to match bass.
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Mason." + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +verseone = \lyricmode { + Sis -- ter, thou art worn and wear -- y, Toil -- ing for an -- oth -- er's gain; + Life with thee is dark and drear -- y, Filled with wretch -- ed -- ness and pain, +} + +versetwo = \lyricmode { + Thou must rise at dawn of light, \skip 4 And thy dai -- ly task pur -- sue, + Till the dark -- ness of the night \skip 4 Hide thy la -- bors from thy view. +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 2/4 + \key c \major + \autoBeamOff + \stemUp + + <c e>4 <c e> | + <e g> <c e> | + <d f> <f a> | + <f a> <e g> | + <e c'> <c e> | + <c e> <b d>8[ <c e>] | + <d f>4 <c e> | + <b d>2^\fermata + + \break + <e g>4 <e g> | + <g e'> <e c'> | + <f a> <a c> | + <f a> <e g> | + <e g> <g e'> | + <f d'> <e c'> | + <f a> <b, g'> | + <c e>2^\fermata \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \time 2/4 + \key c \major + \autoBeamOff + + c4 c | + c c | + c c | + c c | + c e | + g g | + g g | + g2^\fermata | + + \break + c,4 c | + c c | + f f | + c c | + c c | + g' a | + f g | + c,2_\fermata +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \verseone } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \versetwo } + >> + + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 100 4 ) }} +} diff --git a/22089-h/music/weareallchildren.midi b/22089-h/music/weareallchildren.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..ef288fc --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/weareallchildren.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/weareallchildren.pdf b/22089-h/music/weareallchildren.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..e0647f0 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/weareallchildren.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/wearecome.ly b/22089-h/music/wearecome.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f87e697 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/wearecome.ly @@ -0,0 +1,111 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "WE ARE COME, ALL COME." + poet = "By G. W. C." + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +verseOne = \lyricmode { + We are come, all come, with the crow -- ded throng, + To join our notes in a plain -- tive song; + For the bond man sighs, and the scal -- ding tear + Runs _ down his cheek while we min -- gle here. +} + +verseTwo = \lyricmode { + We are come, all come, with a hal -- lowed vow, + At the shrine of slave -- ry never to bow, + For the des -- pots reign o'er _ hill and plain, + Spreads _ grief and woe in his hor -- rid train. +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 4/4 + \key f \major + \autoBeamOff + \stemUp + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + + \partial 4 f8 <e g>8 | + <f a>4 <f a> <f a> <e g>8 <f a> | + <a c>8[ <g bf>] <g bf>4 <g bf> <e g>8[ <f a>8] | + + \break + <g bf>4 <g bf> <g bf> <f a>8 <g bf> | + <bf d>8[ <a c>] <a c>4 <a c>_\fermata <a c>8 <d f> | + <d f>8[ <c e>] <c e>[ <bf d>] <bf d>[ <c a>] <c a> <d f> | + + \break + <d f>8[ <c e>] <c e>[ <bf d>] <bf d>[ <a c>] <a c> <f a> | + f4 f f f8 <e g> | + <f a>4 <e g> f^\fermata \bar "|." +} + +alto = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 4/4 + \key f \major + \autoBeamOff + \stemDown + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + + \partial 4 f8 s8 | s1 | s1 | + + \break + s1 | s1 | s1 | + + \break + s1 | f4 f4 f4 f8 s8 | s4 s4 f4 \bar "|." +} + + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \time 4/4 + \key f \major + \autoBeamOff + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + + \partial 4 f8 c8 | + f4 f f e8 d8 | + c4 c c c | + + \break + c4 c c \stemUp d8 \stemNeutral c | + f4 f f^\fermata f8 f | + f[ a] a[ g] g[ f] f ~ f | + + \break + f8[ a] a[ g] g[ f] f f | + f4 f f a8 bf8 + c4 c, f^\fermata \bar "|." +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" + << + \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Voice = "alto" { \alto } + >> + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \verseOne } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \verseTwo } + >> + + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + \context { \Lyrics \override LyricSpace #'minimum-distance = #2 } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 84 4 ) }} + } + diff --git a/22089-h/music/wearecome.midi b/22089-h/music/wearecome.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..921dfef --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/wearecome.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/wearecome.pdf b/22089-h/music/wearecome.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..18a67f7 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/wearecome.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/werecoming.ly b/22089-h/music/werecoming.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c8994df --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/werecoming.ly @@ -0,0 +1,120 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "WE'RE COMING! WE'RE COMING!" + composer = "Air, \"Kinloch of Kinloch.\"" + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +leftbrace = \markup {\override #'(font-encoding . fetaBraces) \lookup #"brace140" } + +rightbrace = \markup {\rotate #180 \leftbrace } + +lineOne = \lyricmode { + We're com -- ing, we're com -- ing, the fear -- less and free, Like the + winds of the des -- ert, the waves of the sea! +} + +lineTwo = \lyricmode { + True sons of brave sires _ who bat -- tled of yore, When _ + En -- gland's proud li -- on ran wild on our shore! + \once \override LyricText #'self-alignment-X = #0.6 + \markup{ \raise #3 \rightbrace " We're"} + com -- ing, we're com -- ing, from moun -- tain and glen, With + hearts to do bat -- tle for free -- dom a -- gain; Op -- + pres -- sion is trem -- bling as trem -- bled be -- fore, The + Slav -- ery which fled from our fa -- thers of yore. +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \key a \major + \time 6/8 + \clef treble + \autoBeamOff + + \repeat volta 2 { \partial 8 a'16[ b] | + cs8. \stemUp b16 \stemNeutral a8 e16 cs8. e8 | + fs d fs e16[ cs8.] e16 e | + + \break + cs'8. \stemUp b16 \stemNeutral a8 e cs e | + fs8. a16 gs8 a4 } e'8 | + + \break + cs cs e b b e | + a,8. gs16 a8 a16( gs8.) e'8 | + + \break + cs cs e b4 e16 e | + ds8. cs16 ds8 e4 e8 | + + \break + fs8 fs fs e4 e16 e + d8. cs16 d8 d16( cs8.) a16[ b] | + + \break + cs8. b16 a8 e cs e | + fs8. a16 gs8 a4 r8 \bar "|." +} + + +bass = \relative c { + \key a \major + \time 6/8 + \clef bass + \autoBeamOff + + \repeat volta 2 { \partial 8 a8 | + a8. a16 a8 a16 a8. a8 | + a a a a4 a16 a | + + a8. a16 a8 a a a | + d8. d16 e8 a,4 } a'8 | + + a a a gs gs gs | + fs8. fs16 fs8 e16 ~ e8. a8 | + + a a a gs4 gs16 gs | + fs8. fs16 fs8 e4 cs8 | + + \stemUp d8 d d cs4 cs16 cs + b8. b16 b8 a16 ~ a8. a8 | + + a8. a16 a8 a a a | + \stemNeutral d8. d16 e8 a,4 r8 \bar "|." +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \lineOne } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \lineTwo } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } +} + + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Voice = "treble" { \unfoldRepeats \treble } + \new Staff = "lower" { \unfoldRepeats \bass } + >> + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 100 4) }} + +} + +%%Transcriber's Note: + +%%Separate score provided to unfold repeat and generate midi.
\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/22089-h/music/werecoming.midi b/22089-h/music/werecoming.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..02603a1 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/werecoming.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/werecoming.pdf b/22089-h/music/werecoming.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..11d6a39 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/werecoming.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/wereforfreedom.ly b/22089-h/music/wereforfreedom.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a40260d --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/wereforfreedom.ly @@ -0,0 +1,181 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "WE'RE FOR FREEDOM THROUGH THE LAND." + poet = "Words by J.E. Robinson." + composer = "Music arranged from the \"Old Granite State.\"" + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +verseone = \lyricmode { + We are com -- ing, we are com -- ing! free -- dom's + bat -- tle is be -- gun! No hand shall furl her + ban -- ner ere her vic -- to -- ry be won! Our + shields are locked for lib -- er -- ty, and mer -- cy goes be -- + fore: Ty -- rants trem -- ble in your cit -- a -- del! op -- + pres -- sion shall be o'er. We will vote for + Bir -- ney, We will vote for Bir -- ney, We're for + Mor -- ris and for Bir -- ney, and for Free -- dom through the land. +} + +trebleOne = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 2/4 + \key d \major + \autoBeamOff + + \partial 4 fs8 a | + g g g g | + g fs fs d | + + \break + e8 e fs fs | + e4^\fermata fs8( a) | + d d d d | + + \break + d8 d fs, a | + a a a a | + a4_\fermata fs8( g) | + + \break + a8 a a a | + fs a a a | + a a a a | + + \break + a8( a) a a | + a a a a | + fs a a a | + + \break + e8. e16 e8. e16 | + e4^\fermata r | + a8 a a a | + + \break + a8 a r4 | + a8 a a a | + a a a a | + + \break + a8 a a a | + fs a a a | + d8. d16 d8. d16 | + d4^\fermata \bar "|." +} + +trebleTwo = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 2/4 + \key d \major + \autoBeamOff + + \partial 4 d'8 cs | + b b b b | + b a d, fs | + + \break + a a a a | + a4^\fermata d8( cs) | + b b b b | + + \break + \stemUp b \stemNeutral a d, fs | + e e e e | + e4^\fermata d8( e) | + + \break + fs8 fs fs fs | + a fs fs d | + e e e e | + + \break + fs8( e) d e | + fs fs fs fs | + a fs e d | + + \break + a'8. a16 a8. a16 | + a4^\fermata d,8 e | + fs4. fs8 | + + \break + a8 fs e d | + e4. e8 | + fs e d e | + + \break + fs8 fs fs fs | + a fs e d | + b'8. b16 b8. b16 + b4^\fermata \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \time 2/4 + \key d \major + \autoBeamOff + + \partial 4 \stemUp d8 d | + \stemNeutral g g g g | + \stemUp d d d d | + + \break + a8 a d d | + a4^\fermata d8 ~ d | + \stemNeutral g g g g | + + \break + \stemUp d8 d d d | + a a a a | + a4^\fermata d8( cs) | + + \break + d8 d d d | + d d d d | + a a a a | + + \break + d8( \stemNeutral a') fs e | + \stemUp d d d d | + d d d d | + + \break + a8. a16 a8. a16 | + a4^\fermata r | + d8 d d d | + + \break + d8 d r4 | + a8 a a a | + d \stemNeutral a' fs e | + + \break + \stemUp d8 d d d | + d d d d | + b8. b16 b8. b16 + b4^\fermata \bar "|." +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upperOne" \new Voice = "trebleOne" { \trebleOne } + \new Staff = "upperTwo" \new Voice = "trebleTwo" { \trebleTwo } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "trebleTwo" { \verseone } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 112 4 ) }} +} + diff --git a/22089-h/music/wereforfreedom.midi b/22089-h/music/wereforfreedom.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..866a076 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/wereforfreedom.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/wereforfreedom.pdf b/22089-h/music/wereforfreedom.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..7dc4086 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/wereforfreedom.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/whatmeans.ly b/22089-h/music/whatmeans.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..31ebf22 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/whatmeans.ly @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "WHAT MEANS THAT SAD AND DISMAL LOOK?" + poet = "Words by Geo. Russell." + composer = "Arranged from \"Near the Lake,\" by G. W. C." + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +verseone = \lyricmode { +\set stanza = "1." + What means that sad and dis -- mal look, And + why those fall -- ing tears? No voice is heard, no + word is spoke, Yet nought but grief ap -- pears. +} + +trebleOne = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 6/8 + \key bf \major + \autoBeamOff + + \partial 8 \stemUp bf'8 | \stemNeutral f4 f8 c'4 d8 | ef4 d8 \stemUp bf16( g8.) g8 | \break + bf4 bf8 bf8.[ a16] g8 | a4. r4 a8 | \stemDown c4 bf8 \stemUp a4 bf8 | \break + a4 bf8 g4 g8 | \stemDown bf4 bf8 bf4 c8 | d4.^\fermata r4 \bar "|." +} + +trebleTwo = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 6/8 + \key bf \major + \autoBeamOff + + \partial 8 f8 | bf4 bf8 a4 bf8 | c4 bf8 \stemUp g16( bf8.) bf8 | + f4 f8 \stemDown d'8.[ c16] bf8 | c4. r4 c8 | ef4 d8 c4 bf8 | + c4 bf8 \stemUp g16[ bf8.] bf8 | f4 f8 \stemDown d'4 c8 bf4.^\fermata r4 \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \time 6/8 + \key bf \major + \autoBeamOff + + \partial 8*1 bf8 | bf4 bf8 f'4 f8 | f4 f8 ef4 ef8 | \break + bf4 bf8 bf4 bf8 | f'4. r4 f8 | f4 f8 f4 f8 | \break + f4 f8 ef4 ef8 | bf4 bf8 f'4 f8 bf,4.^\fermata r4 \bar "|." +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upperOne" \new Voice = "trebleOne" { \trebleOne } + \new Staff = "upperTwo" \new Voice = "trebleTwo" { \trebleTwo } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "trebleTwo" { \verseone } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 100 4 ) }} + +} + diff --git a/22089-h/music/whatmeans.midi b/22089-h/music/whatmeans.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..ddf391a --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/whatmeans.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/whatmeans.pdf b/22089-h/music/whatmeans.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..951a57e --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/whatmeans.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/yankee.ly b/22089-h/music/yankee.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e88f7e8 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/yankee.ly @@ -0,0 +1,211 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "THE YANKEE GIRL." + poet = "Words by Whittier." + composer = "Music by G.W.C." + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +verseone = \lyricmode { + She sings by her wheel at that low cot -- tage + door, Which the long eve -- ning sha -- dow is stretch -- ing be -- + fore; With a mu -- sic as sweet as the mu -- sic which + seems Breathed soft -- ly and faint in the ear of our + dreams! How bril -- liant and mirth -- ful the light of her + eye, Like a star glan -- cing out from the + blue of the sky! And light -- ly and + free -- ly her dark tres -- ses play O'er a + brow and a bo -- som as love -- ly as they! +} + +trebleOne = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 2/4 + \key bf \major + \autoBeamOff + + \partial 4 \stemUp bf'4 | + \stemNeutral f f8 f | + f4 a8 \stemUp bf | + \stemNeutral d[ bf] bf8. bf16 | + + \break + \stemUp bf4 bf8. bf16 | + bf8[ g] \stemNeutral g8. g16 | + c4 c8. c16 | + c4 d8 ef | + + \break + d4^\fermata c8 bf | + a4 a8. a16 | + a4 \stemUp bf8. \stemNeutral a16 | + f4 f8. f16 | + + \break + f4 c'8( bf) | + a8.[ g16] f8 \stemUp bf | + \stemNeutral bf4 bf8. bf16 | + d4 c16[ d] ef8 | + + \break + d4^\fermata c8( bf) | + a4 a8 a | + a4 a8 a | + \stemUp bf4 bf8 bf | + + \break + \stemUp bf4 bf8. bf16 | + bf4 bf8. bf16 | + bf4 \stemNeutral a8. a16 | + + \break + bf8[ d] c8. bf16 | + a4 \stemUp bf | + \stemNeutral f f8 f | + + \break + g4 c8 d | + ef8[ d] c8. bf16 | + a4 a8 a | + + \break + bf4 c8 a | + \stemUp bf4 \stemNeutral a8 a | + <g bf>4 \voiceOne << { c16[ d] } \context Voice="1" { \voiceTwo \autoBeamOff f,8 \oneVoice } >> \oneVoice \stemUp <f c' ef>8 + \stemNeutral <f bf d>4 \bar "|." +} + +trebleTwo = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 2/4 + \key bf \major + \autoBeamOff + + \partial 4 f8[ g16 a] | + bf4 bf8 bf | + bf4 c8 d | + \stemUp bf8[ g] \stemNeutral f8. f16 | + + \break + f4 f8. f16 | + g8[ bf] c8. bf16 | + a4 f8. f16 | + g8.[ a16] bf8 c | + + \break + \stemUp bf4^\fermata a8 bf | + \stemNeutral c4 c8. c16 | + c4 d8. c16 | + bf4 bf8. bf16 | + + \break + bf4 ef8( d) | + c8.[ bf16] a8 g | + f4 f8. f16 | + bf4 a16[ bf] c[ d] | + + \break + \stemUp bf4^\fermata a8( bf) | + \stemNeutral c4 c8 c | + c4 c8 c | + d4 d8 d | + + \break + d4 d8. d16 | + ef4 ef8. ef16 | + d4 c8. c16 | + + \break + d8[ f] ef8. d16 | + c4 f,8[ g16 a] | + bf4 bf8 bf | + + \break + \stemUp bf4 a8 bf | + \stemNeutral c4 c8 c | + c4 c8 c | + + \break + d4 ef8 c | + d4 c8 d16[ c] | + bf4 c16[ bf] a8 + \stemUp bf4 \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \time 2/4 + \key bf \major + \autoBeamOff + + \partial 4 bf4 | + bf bf8 bf | + bf4 f'8 f | + ef4 bf8. bf16 | + + \break + bf4 bf8. bf16 | + ef4 c8. ef16 | + f4 f8. f16 | + f4 f8 f | + + \break + bf,4^\fermata f'8 f | + f4 f8. f16 | + f4 f8. f16 | + bf,4 bf8. bf16 | + + \break + bf4 ef8 ~ ef | + ef4 ef8 ef | + bf4 bf8. bf16 | + f'4 f8 f | + + \break + bf,4^\fermata f'8 ~ f | + f4 f8 f | + f4 f8 f | + d4 d8 d | + + \break + bf4 bf8. bf16 | + ef4 ef8. ef16 | + f4 f8. f16 | + + \break + f4 f8. f16 | + f4 bf, | + bf bf8 bf | + + \break + ef4 f8 f | + f4 f8 f | + f4 f8 f | + + \break + g4 ef8 ef | + f4 f8 f | + f4 f8 f + bf,4 \bar "|." +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upperOne" \new Voice = "trebleOne" { \trebleOne } + \new Staff = "upperTwo" \new Voice = "trebleTwo" { \trebleTwo } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "trebleTwo" { \verseone } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 84 4 ) }} +} diff --git a/22089-h/music/yankee.midi b/22089-h/music/yankee.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..0df2ddd --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/yankee.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/yankee.pdf b/22089-h/music/yankee.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..84825d0 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/yankee.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/yeheralds.ly b/22089-h/music/yeheralds.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f23be05 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/yeheralds.ly @@ -0,0 +1,150 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "YE HERALDS OF FREEDOM." + composer = "Music by Kingsley." + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +words = \lyrics { + Ye her -- alds of free -- dom, ye no -- ble and brave, + Who dare to in -- sist on the rights of the slave; + go on -- ward, go on -- ward, your cause is of God, + And he will soon sev -- er "the op" -- pres -- sor's strong rod. +} + +trebleOne = \relative c' { + \key f \major + \time 3/4 + \clef treble + \autoBeamOff + \stemUp + + \partial 4 c4 | + f f <e g> | + <f a> <bf d> <a c>8[ <f a>] | + <e g>4. <d f>8 <e g>4 | + <f a>2 \bar "|" + + \break + c4 | + f f <e g> | + <f a> <bf d> <a c>8[ <f a>] | + <e g>4 <c' e> <b d> | + <g c>2 \bar "|" + + \break + <a c>4 | + <d f>4. <c e>8 <bf d>4 | + <a c> <f a> <a c> | + <d f>4. <c e>8 <bf d>4 | + <a c>2 \bar "|" + + \break + c,4 | + f f <e g> | + <f a> <bf d> <a c>8[ <f a>] | + <e g>4. <d f>8 <e g>4 | + <c f>2 \bar "|." +} + +trebleTwo = \relative c' { + \key f \major + \time 3/4 + \clef treble + \autoBeamOff + \stemDown + + \partial 4 s4 | + f f s4 | + s2. | + s2. | + s2 \bar "|" + + \break + s4 | + s2. | + s2. | + s2. | + s2 \bar "|" + + \break + s4 | + s2. | + s2. | + s2. | + s2 \bar "|" + + \break + s4 | + f f s4 | + s2. | + s2. | + s2 \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \key f \major + \time 3/4 + \clef bass + \autoBeamOff + \override Stem #'neutral-direction = #up + + \partial 4 f4 | + f d c | + f g f | + c4. c8 c4 | + f2 \bar "|" + + f4 | + f d c | + f g f | + g g g | + c,2 \bar "|" + + f4 | + f4. f8 f4 | + f f f | + f4. f8 f4 | + f2 \bar "|" + + f4 | + f d c | + f g f | + c4. c8 c4 | + f2 \bar "|." +} + + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" + << + \new Voice = "trebleOne" { \trebleOne } + \new Voice = "trebleTwo" { \trebleTwo } + >> + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "trebleOne" { \words } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 120 4 ) }} + } + + +%%Transcriber's Note: + +%%Fixed harmonic errors in 2nd system, treble part: +%%In bar 4: B-flat changed to B-natural +%%In bar 5: A changed to G + + diff --git a/22089-h/music/yeheralds.midi b/22089-h/music/yeheralds.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..03c88c7 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/yeheralds.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/yeheralds.pdf b/22089-h/music/yeheralds.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..c6ab6bd --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/yeheralds.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/yesonsoffreemen.ly b/22089-h/music/yesonsoffreemen.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..11f8b2f --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/yesonsoffreemen.ly @@ -0,0 +1,313 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "YE SONS OF FREEMEN." + poet = "Words by Mrs. J.G. Carter." + composer = "Air, \"Marseilles Hymn.\"" + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +verseOne = \lyricmode { + Ye sons of free -- men wake to sad -- ness, Hark! hark, what + my -- riads bid you rise; Three mil -- lions of our race in + mad -- ness Break out in wails, in bit -- ter cries, Break out in + wails, in bit -- ter cries; Must men whose hearts now bleed with + an -- guish, Yes, tremb -- ling slaves, in free -- dom's land En -- + dure the lash, nor raise a hand? Must + na -- ture 'neath the whip -- cord lan -- guish? Have + Pi -- ty on the slave, Take cour -- age from God's + word; Pray on, pray on, all hearts re -- + solved, These cap -- tives shall be free, + Pray on, Pray on, all hearts re -- + solved these cap -- tives shall be free. +} + +soprano = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 4/4 + \key a \major + \autoBeamOff + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + + \partial 8*3 e8 e e | + a4 a a gs | + a2 a8 a a a | + + \break + a4 d2 e8. d16 | + cs2 r8 cs cs d | + e4. a,8 a4 b8.[ a16] | + + \break + a4 gs r8 gs gs gs | + \stemUp b4 b b cs8.[ b16] | + b4( a) r8 \stemNeutral e' e8. e16 | + + %%% systems 4-6 + \break + e4 cs8.[ a16] e'4 cs8.[ a16] | + e2 r8 gs gs gs | + fs4 b8.[ as16] b4 d | + + \break + cs4 cs r8 a a a | + a4. a8 a4 d8[ cs8] | + %%[**NOTE: image has "e2 r4 r8 e4" which is an eighth too long!] + e2 r4 e4 | + + \break + e4. e8 e e e e | + e2 r4 gs,4 | + + %%% systems 7 - 9 + \break + a4. gs8 a a \stemUp b \stemNeutral c | + cs4 b r4 r8. e16 | + + \break + e2 ~ e8. b16 c8. a16 | + %%[**NOTE: image is one-eighth shy, presumably on the second rest] + b2 r4 r8. e16 | + e2 ~ e8. b16 c8. a16 | + + \break + b2 r4 cs | + cs2. cs4 | + e1 | + d2 cs4 a | + + %%% systems 10 - 12 + \break + gs2 r4 b | + cs2 ~ cs8. a16 \stemUp b8. \stemNeutral d16 | + cs2 r4 b | + + \break + cs2. cs4 | + a1 | + d2 cs4 a | + + \break + gs2 r4 \stemUp b | + \stemNeutral cs2 ~ cs8. a16 \stemUp b8. \stemDown d16 + cs2^\fermata r8 \bar "|." +} + +alto = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 4/4 + \key a \major + \autoBeamOff + \stemUp + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + + \partial 8*3 e8 e e | + <cs a'>4 <cs a'> <fs b> <e b'> | + e'4.( cs8) <e, a>8 <e a> <e a> <e a> | + + \break + <d fs>4 <fs d'>2 <e b'>8. <e gs>16 | + <e a>2 r8 <e a>8 <e a> <e b'> | + <e cs'>4. <e cs'>8 <e cs'>4 d'8.[ cs16] | + + \break + d8.[ cs16] <e, b'>4 r8 <e b'> <e b'> <e cs'> | + <gs d'>4 <gs d'> <gs d'> e'8.[ d16] | + d4( cs) r8^\markup { \bold "Unisons." } \stemDown e e8. e16 | + + %%% systems 4-6 + \break + e4 cs8.[ a16] e'4 cs8.[ a16] | + \stemUp e2 r8 e e e | + <fs b>4 <fs b> <fs d'> b8[ gs] | + + \break + b8.[ a16] <e a>4 r8 <e a>8 <e a> <e g> | + <d fs>4. <e a>8 <e a>4 gs8[ a] | + %%[**NOTE: image has "<gs b>2 r4 r8 <gs b>4" which is an eighth too long!] + <gs b>2 r4 <gs b>4 | + + \break + <a c>4. <a c>8 <gs b> <a c> <b d> <a c> | + \grace c4 <gs b>2 r4 <e b'> | + + %%% systems 7-9 + \break + <e c'>4. <e b'>8 <e a> <e c'> <f b> <f a> | + a8.[ gs16] <e gs>4 r4^\markup { \bold "Unisons." } r8. \stemDown e'16 | + + \break + e2 ~ e8. b16 c8. \stemUp a16 | + %%[**NOTE: image is one-eighth shy, presumably on the second rest] + <e b'>2 r4 r8. \stemDown e'16 | + e2 ~ e8. b16 c8. \stemUp a16 | + + \break + <gs b>2 r4 e | + <e a>2. <e a>4 | + <a cs>1 | + <a d>2 <a e'>4 <fs fs'> | + + %%% systems 10-12 + \break + <e b'>2 r4 <gs fs'>4 | + <a e'>2 ~ <a e'>8. <e cs'>16 <e d'>8. <e b'>16 | + <e a>2 r4 e | + + \break + <e a>2. <e a>4 | + <a cs>1 | + <fs d'>2 <a e'>4 <fs fs'> | + + \break + <e b'>2 r4 <a fs'> | + <a e'>2 ~ <a e'>8. <e cs'>16 <e d'>8. <e b'>16 + <e a>2^\fermata r8 \bar "|." +} + + +tenor = \relative c' { + \clef treble + \time 4/4 + \key a \major + \autoBeamOff + \stemDown + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + + s8 * 3 | s1 | e2 s2 | + + s1 | s1 | s2. e4 | + + e4 s2. | s2. e4 | e2 s2 | + + %%% systems 4-6 + s1 | e2 s8 e8 e8 e8 | s2. e4 | + + e4 s2. | s2. e4 | s1 | + + s1 | s1 | + + %%% systems 7-9 + s1 | e4 s2. | + + s1 | s1 | s1 | + + s2. e4 | s1 | s1 | s1 | + + %%% systems 10-12 + s1 | s1 | s2. e4 | + + s1 * 3 | + + s1 * 2 | s2 s8 \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \clef bass + \time 4/4 + \key a \major + \autoBeamOff + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + + e8 e e | + a4 fs d e | + cs2 cs8 cs cs cs | + + \break + \stemUp d4 \stemNeutral b2 e8. e16 | + a,2 r8 a'8 a a | + a4. a8 a4 gs8.[ a16] | + + \break + e4 e r8 e e e | + e4 e e e | + a2 r8 e'8 e8. e16 | + + %%% systems 4-6 + \break + e4 cs8.[ a16] e'4 cs8.[ a16] | + e2 r8 e e e | + \stemUp d4 d8.[ cs16] \stemNeutral b4 e4 | + + \break + fs4 fs r8 cs cs cs | + \stemUp d4. \stemNeutral cs8 cs4 b8 a8 | + %%[**NOTE: image has "e2 r4 r8 e4" which is an eighth too long!] + e'2 r4 e4 | + + \break + a4. e8 e e e e | + e2 r4 e | + + %%% systems 7-9 + \break + a,4. b8 c c \stemUp d d | + \stemNeutral e4 e r4 r8. e'16 | + + \break + e2 ~ e8. b16 c8. a16 | + %%[**NOTE: image is one-eighth shy, presumably on the second rest] + e2 r4 r8. e'16 | + e2 ~ e8. b16 c8. a16 | + + \break + e2 r4 gs | + a2. a4 | + a1 | + fs2 e4 d | + + %%% systems 10-12 + \break + e2 r4 d | + e2 ~ e8. e16 e8. e16 | + a,2 r4 a'4 | + + \break + a2. a4 | + a1 | + fs2 e4 d | + + \break + e2 r4 d | + e2 ~ e8. e16 e8. e16 + <a, a'>2^\fermata r8 \bar "|." +} + +\score { +<< + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upperOne" \new Voice = "soprano" { \soprano } + \new Staff = "upperTwo" + << + \new Voice = "alto" { \alto } + \new Voice = "tenor" { \tenor } + >> + \context Lyrics = "lyrics" \lyricsto "soprano" \verseOne + \new Staff = "bass" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + >> + +>> + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 120 4 ) }} + +} + +%%Transcriber's Notes: + +%%5th system, last measure: all parts are too long by an eighth, removed eighth rest to correct timing. + +%%8th system, 2nd measure: all parts are short by a sixteenth, added dot to eighth rest to correct timing. + +%%See also notes in the body of the code at these places. + +%%Original dissonances have been retained, as they may have been intentional. + diff --git a/22089-h/music/yesonsoffreemen.midi b/22089-h/music/yesonsoffreemen.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..8ffbb3e --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/yesonsoffreemen.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/yesonsoffreemen.pdf b/22089-h/music/yesonsoffreemen.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..ac74b93 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/yesonsoffreemen.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/yespirits.ly b/22089-h/music/yespirits.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4928d05 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/yespirits.ly @@ -0,0 +1,99 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "YE SPIRITS OF THE FREE." + composer = "Air--\"My faith looks up to thee.\"" + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +verseOne = \lyricmode { + \set stanza = "1. " Ye spir -- its of the free, Can ye for + ev -- er see Your broth -- er man A yoked and + scour -- ged slave, Chains drag -- ging to his grave, + And raise no hand to save? Say if you can. +} + +verseTwo = \lyricmode { + \set stanza = "2. " In pride and pomp to roll, Shall ty -- rants + from the soul God's im -- age tear, And call the + wreck their own,-- While from th'e -- ter -- nal throne, + They shut the sti -- fled \once \override LyricSpace #'minimum-distance = #3 groan, And bit -- ter prayer? +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \key g \major + \time 2/2 + \clef treble + \autoBeamOff + \stemUp + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + + g'2 <g b>4 <a d>4 | + <b d>4. <a c>8 <g b>2 | + d2 <fs a>4 <a c>4 | + + \break + <a c>4. <g b>8 <fs a>2 | + <g b>2 <fs a>4 <g e'>4 | + <fs d'>1 | + <b d>2 <g b>4 <a c>4 | + + \break + <b d>4. <c e>8 <b d>2 | + <b d>2 <g b>4 <a c>4 | + <b d>4. <c e>8 <b d>2 | + + \break + <e g>2 <d fs>4 <c e>4 | + <b d>4. <a c>8 <g b>4 << { g4 } \new Voice = "alto" { \voiceTwo g4 } >> | + <e a>2 <fs d'>2 | + << { g2. } \new Voice = "alto" { \voiceTwo g2. } >> \bar "|." +} + +bass = \relative c { + \key g \major + \time 2/2 + \clef bass + \autoBeamOff + \override Staff.TimeSignature #'style = #'() + + g'2 g4 d4 | + g4. g8 g2 | + d2 d4 d4 | + + d4. d8 d2 | + g2 a4 a,4 | + d1 | + R1 | + + R1 | + R1 | + R1 | + + g2 g4 g4 | + g4. g8 g4 b,4 | + c2 \stemUp d2 | + \stemNeutral g2. \bar "|." +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \verseOne } + \new Staff = "lower" \new Voice = "bass" { \bass } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \verseTwo } + >> + + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } + +\midi { \context { \Score tempoWholesPerMinute = #(ly:make-moment 120 4 ) }} + } + diff --git a/22089-h/music/yespirits.midi b/22089-h/music/yespirits.midi Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..f2917d4 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/yespirits.midi diff --git a/22089-h/music/yespirits.pdf b/22089-h/music/yespirits.pdf Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..027fa0a --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/yespirits.pdf diff --git a/22089-h/music/zaza.ly b/22089-h/music/zaza.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..931ff2d --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-h/music/zaza.ly @@ -0,0 +1,100 @@ +\version "2.10" +\include "english.ly" + +\header { + title = "ZAZA--THE FEMALE SLAVE." + poet = "Words by Miss Ball." + composer = "Music by G. W. C." + source = "The Liberty Minstrel." + tagline = "" +} + +words = \lyricmode { + \set stanza = "1." + O my coun -- try, my coun -- try! how + long I for thee, Far o -- ver the + moun -- tain, Far o -- ver the + sea. Where the sweet Jo -- li -- ba, + kiss -- es the shore, Say, shall I wan -- der by + thee nev -- er more? Where the sweet Jo -- li -- ba Kiss -- es the + shore, Say, shall I wan -- der by thee nev -- er more. +} + +treble = \relative c' { + \key f \major + \time 2/4 + \clef treble + \autoBeamOff + \stemUp + + \tag #'toFINE { <f a>4. <e g>8 | + <e g>8 f4 f8 | + <e g>8 <g bf>4\fermata <bf d>8 | + + \break + <bf d>8[ <a c>8] <a c>8. <f a>16 | + <a c>2\fermata | + <a c>4.( <f a>8) | + <g bf>8[ <a c>8] <bf d>8 <c e>8 | + + \break + <d f>4.( <a c>8) | + <a c>2 ~ | + <a c>4 <f a>8[ <a c>8] | + <g bf>8[ <e g>8] <c f>8. <c e>16 | + + \break + <a f'>2\fermata ~ | + <a f'>4 r4^\markup { \bold Fine. } } \bar "||" + \tag #'toDC { <f' a> <g bf>8 <f a>8 | + <e g>8 <d f>8 <d f>4 | + + \break + <g bf> <e g>8 <g bf>8 | + <g bf>4( <f a>4\fermata) | + <f a> <g bf>8 <f a>8 | + <e g>8 <d f>8 <d f>4 | + + \break + <e g>8[ <g bf>8] <c, e>8 <c g'>8 | + <a f'>2^\fermata \repeat volta 2 { + <f' a>4 <g bf>8 <f a>8 | + <a c>4 <f a>8 <f a>8 | + <g bf>4 <e g>8 <g bf>8 | + + \break + <g bf>4( <f a>^\fermata) | + <f a> <g bf>8 <f a> | + <e g> f f4 | + <e g>8[ <g bf>] <c, e>8. <c g'>16 | + \once \override Script #'script-priority = #-100 + <a f'>2^\fermata^\markup { \hspace #4 \bold "D.C."} } } +} + + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \treble } + \new Lyrics \lyricsto "treble" { \words } + >> + + +\layout { + indent=0 + \context { \Staff \override Rest #'style = #'classical } + \context { \Score \remove "Bar_number_engraver" } + } +} + +\score { + \new ChoirStaff \with{systemStartDelimiter = #'SystemStartBrace } + << + \new Staff = "upper" \new Voice = "treble" { \unfoldRepeats { \treble } %%% from begining, through repeats, to D.C. + \removeWithTag #'toDC \treble } %%% D. 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files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..7c68da4 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089-page-images/p187.png diff --git a/22089.txt b/22089.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ffdc651 --- /dev/null +++ b/22089.txt @@ -0,0 +1,6078 @@ +The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Liberty Minstrel, by George W. Clark + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Liberty Minstrel + +Author: George W. Clark + +Release Date: July 16, 2007 [EBook #22089] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE LIBERTY MINSTREL *** + + + + +Produced by Carlo Traverso, collective PM for music, Linda +Cantoni, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +http://www.pgdp.net. (This file was produced from images +generously made available by the Library of Congress.) +Music transcribed by Linda Cantoni and the PGDP Music Team. + + + + + + + + + +THE + +LIBERTY MINSTREL. + + +[Illustration] + + + "When the striving of surges + Is mad on the main, + Like the charge of a column + Of plumes on the plain, + When the thunder is up + From his cloud cradled sleep + And the tempest is treading + The paths of the deep-- + There is beauty. But where is the beauty to see, + Like the sun-brilliant brow of a nation when free?" + + +BY + +GEO. W. CLARK. + + +NEW-YORK: + +LEAVITT & ALDEN, 7 CORNHILL, BOSTON: SAXTON & MILES, 205 +BROADWAY, N.Y.: MYRON FINCH, 120 NASSAU ST., N.Y.: +JACKSON & CHAPLIN, 38 DEAN ST., ALBANY, N.Y.: +JACKSON & CHAPLIN, CORNER GENESSEE AND +MAIN ST., UTICA, N.Y. + +1844. + +Entered according to act of Congress, in the year 1844, by + +GEORGE W. CLARK, + +In the Clerk's office of the District Court of the Southern District +of New York. + +S.W. BENEDICT & CO. +MUSIC STEREOTYPERS AND PRINTERS, +16 _Spruce St._ N.Y. + + + + +PREFACE. + + +All creation is musical--all nature speaks the language of song. + + 'There's music in the sighing of a reed, + There's music in the gushing of a rill; + There's music in _all things_, if man had ears; + The _earth_ is but an _echo_ of the spheres.' + +And who is not moved by music? "Who ever despises music," says Martin +Luther, "I am displeased with him." + + 'There is a charm--a power that sways the breast, + Bids every passion revel, or be still; + Inspires with rage, or all our cares dissolves; + Can soothe _destruction_, and _almost soothes despair_.' + +That music is capable of accomplishing vast good, and that it is a +source of the most elevated and refined enjoyment when rightly +cultivated and practiced, no one who understands its power or has +observed its effects, will for a moment deny. + + 'Thou, O music! canst assuage the pain and heal the wound + That hath defied the skill of sager comforters; + Thou dost restrain each wild emotion, + Thou dost the rage of fiercest passions chill, + Or lightest up the flames of holy fire, + As through the soul thy strains harmonious thrill. + +Who does not desire to see the day when music in this country, +_cultivated and practised by_ ALL--music of a chaste, refined and +elevated style, shall go forth with its angel voice, like a spirit of +love upon the wind, exerting upon all classes of society a rich and +healthful moral influence. When its wonderful power shall be made to +subserve every righteous cause--to aid every humane effort for the +promotion of man's social, civil and religious well-being. + +It has been observed by travellers, that after a short residence in +almost any of the cities of the eastern world, one would fancy "every +second person a musician." During the night, the streets of these +cities, particularly Rome, the capitol of Italy, are filled with all +sorts of minstrelsy, and the ear is agreeably greeted with a perpetual +confluence of sweet sounds. A Scotch traveller, in passing through one +of the most delightful villas of Rome, overheard a stonemason chanting +something in a strain of peculiar melancholy; and on inquiry, +ascertained it to be the "_Lament of Tasso_." He soon learned that +this celebrated piece was familiar to all the common people. Torquato +Tasso was an Italian poet of great merit, who was for many years +deprived of liberty, and subjected to severe trials and misfortunes by +the jealousy and cruelty of his patron, the Duke of Ferrara. That +master-piece of music, so justly admired and so much sung by the high +and low throughout all Italy, had its origin in the wrongs of Tasso. +An ardent love of humanity--a deep consciousness of the injustice of +slavery--a heart full of sympathy for the oppressed, and a due +appreciation of the blessings of freedom, has given birth to the +poetry comprising this volume. I have long desired to see these +sentiments of love, of sympathy, of justice and humanity, so +beautifully expressed in poetic measure, embalmed in sweet music; so +that _all the people_--the rich, the poor, the young, and the old, who +have hearts to feel, and tongues to move, may sing of the wrongs of +slavery, and the blessings of liberty, until every human being shall +recognise in his fellow an _equal_;--"a MAN and a BROTHER." Until by +familiarity with these sentiments, and their influence upon their +_hearts_, _the people_, whose _duty it is_, shall "undo the heavy +burdens and let the oppressed go free." + +I announced, sometime since, my intention of publishing such a work. +Many have been impatiently waiting its appearance. I should have been +glad to have issued it and scattered it like leaves of the forest over +the land, long ago, but circumstances which I could not control, have +prevented. I purpose to enlarge the work from time to time, as +circumstances may require. + +Let associations of singers, having the love of liberty in their +hearts, be immediately formed in every community. Let them study +thoroughly, and make themselves perfectly familiar with both the +poetry and the music, and enter into the _sentiment_ of the piece they +perform, that they may _impress it_ upon their hearers. Above all +things, let the enunciation of every word be _clear_ and _distinct_. +Most of the singing of the present day, is entirely too artificial, +stiff and mechanical. It should be easy and natural; flowing directly +from the soul of the performer, without affectation or display; and +then singing will answer its true end, and not only please the _ear_, +but affect and improve the _heart_. + +To the true friends of universal freedom, the LIBERTY MINSTREL is +respectfully dedicated. + +G.W. CLARK. + +NEW YORK, Oct. 1844. + + + + +THE + +LIBERTY MINSTREL. + + + + +GONE, SOLD AND GONE. + +Words by Whittier. Music by G.W. Clark. + + +[Music] + + 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 strews +Poison with the falling dews, +Where the sickly sunbeams glare +Through 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! + + Gone, gone--sold and gone, + To the rice-swamp dank and lone, +There no mother's eye is near them, +There no mother's ear can hear them; +Never when the torturing lash +Seams their back with many a gash, +Shall a mother's kindness bless them, +Or a mother's arms caress them. + Gone, gone--sold and gone, + To the rice-swamp dank and lone, + From Virginia's hills and waters, + Woe is me my stolen daughters! + + Gone, gone--sold and gone, + To the rice-swamp dank and lone, +Oh, when weary, sad, and slow, +From the fields at night they go, +Faint with toil, and rack'd with pain, +To their cheerless homes again-- +There no brother's voice shall greet them-- +There no father's welcome meet them.--_Gone, &c._ + + 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, &c._ + + Gone, gone--sold and gone, + To the rice-swamp dank and lone, +Toiling through the weary day, +And at night the Spoiler's prey; +Oh, that they had earlier died, +Sleeping calmly, side by side, +Where the tyrant's power is o'er, +And the fetter galls no more!--_Gone, &c._ + + Gone, gone--sold and gone, + To the rice-swamp dank and lone, +By the holy love He beareth-- +By the bruised reed He spareth-- +Oh, may He, to whom alone +All their cruel wrongs are known, +Still their hope and refuge prove, +With a more than mother's love.--_Gone, &c._ + + + + +WHAT MEANS THAT SAD AND DISMAL LOOK? + +Words by Geo. Russell. Arranged from "Near the Lake," by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +What means that sad and dismal look, + And why those falling tears? +No voice is heard, no word is spoke, + Yet nought but grief appears. + +Ah! Mother, hast thou ever known + The pain of parting ties? +Was ever infant from thee torn + And sold before thine eyes? + +Say, would not grief _thy_ bosom swell? + _Thy_ tears like rivers flow? +Should some rude ruffian seize and sell + The child thou lovest so? + +There's feeling in a _Mother's_ breast, + Though _colored_ be her skin! +And though at Slavery's foul behest, + She must not weep for kin. + +I had a lovely, smiling child, + It sat upon my knee; +And oft a tedious hour beguiled, + With merry heart of glee. + +That child was from my bosom torn, + And sold before my eyes; +With outstretched arms, and looks forlorn, + It uttered piteous cries. + +Mother! dear Mother!--take, O take + Thy helpless little one! +Ah! then I thought my heart would break; + My child--my child was gone. + +Long, long ago, my child they stole, + But yet my grief remains; +These tears flow freely--and my soul + In bitterness complains. + +Then ask not why "my dismal look," + Nor why my "falling tears," +Such wrongs, what human heart can brook? + No hope for me appears. + + + + +The Slave Boy's Wish. + +BY ELIZA LEE FOLLEN. + + +I wish I was that little bird, + Up in the bright blue sky; +That sings and flies just where he will, + And no one asks him why. + +I wish I was that little brook, + That runs so swift along; +Through pretty flowers and shining stones, + Singing a merry song. + +I wish I was that butterfly, + Without a thought or care; +Sporting my pretty, brilliant wings, + Like a flower in the air. + +I wish I was that wild, wild deer, + I saw the other day; +Who swifter than an arrow flew, + Through the forest far away. + +I wish I was that little cloud, + By the gentle south wind driven; +Floating along, so free and bright, + Far, far up into heaven. + +I'd rather be a cunning fox, + And hide me in a cave; +I'd rather be a savage wolf, + Than what I am--a slave. + +My mother calls me her good boy, + My father calls me brave; +What wicked action have I done, + That I should be a slave. + +I saw my little sister sold, + So will they do to me; +My Heavenly Father, let me die, + For then I shall be free. + + + + +THE BEREAVED FATHER. + +Words by Miss Chandler. Music by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +Ye've gone from me, my gentle ones! + With all your shouts of mirth; +A silence is within my walls, + A darkness round my hearth, + A darkness round my hearth. + +Woe to the hearts that heard, unmoved, + The mother's anguish'd shriek! +And mock'd, with taunting scorn, the tears + That bathed a father's cheek. + +Woe to the hands that tore you hence, + My innocent and good! +Not e'en the tigress of the wild, + Thus tears her fellow's brood. + +I list to hear your soft sweet tones, + Upon the morning air; +I gaze amidst the twilight's gloom, + As if to find you there. + +But you no more come bounding forth + To meet me in your glee; +And when the evening shadows fall, + Ye are not at my knee. + +Your forms are aye before my eyes, + Your voices on my ear, +And all things wear a thought of you, + But you no more are here. + +You were the glory of my life, + My blessing and my pride! +I half forgot the name of slave, + When you were by my side! + +Woe for your lot, ye doom'd ones! woe + A seal is on your fate! +And shame, and toil, and wretchedness, + On all your steps await! + + + + +SLAVE GIRL MOURNING HER FATHER. + +Parodied from Mrs. Sigourney by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +They say I was but four years old + When father was sold away; +Yet I have never seen his face + Since that sad parting day. +He went where brighter flowrets grow + Beneath the Southern skies; +Oh who will show me on the map + Where that far country lies? + +I begged him, "father, do not go! + For, since my mother died, +I love no one so well as you;" + And, clinging to his side, +The tears came gushing down my cheeks + Until my eyes were dim; +Some were in sorrow for the dead, + And _some_ in love for him. + +He knelt and prayed of God above, + "My little daughter spare, +And let us both here meet again, + O keep her in thy care." +He does not come!--I watch for him + At evening twilight grey, +Till every shadow wears his shape, + Along the grassy way. + +I muse and listen all alone, + When stormy winds are high, +And think I hear his tender tone, + And call, but no reply; +And so I've done these four long years, + Without a friend or home, +Yet every dream of hope is vain,-- + Why don't my father come? + +Father--dear father, are you sick, + Upon a stranger shore?-- +The people say it must be so-- + O send to me once more, +And let your little daughter come, + To soothe your restless bed, +And hold the cordial to your lips, + And press your aching head. + +Alas!--I fear me he is dead!-- + Who will my trouble share? +Or tell me where his form is laid, + And let me travel there? +By mother's tomb I love to sit, + Where the green branches wave; +Good people! help a friendless child + To find her father's grave. + + + + +The Slave and her Babe. + +WORDS BY CHARLOTTE ELIZABETH. + +"Can a woman forget her sucking child?" + +_Air--"Slave Girl mourning her Father."_ + + +O, massa, let me stay, to catch + My baby's sobbing breath; +His little glassy eye to watch, + And smooth his limbs in death, +And cover him with grass and leaf, + Beneath the plantain tree! +It is not sullenness, but grief-- + O, massa, pity me! + +God gave me babe--a precious boon, + To cheer my lonely heart, +But massa called to work too soon, + And I must needs depart. +The morn was chill--I spoke no word, + But feared my babe might die, +And heard all day, or thought I heard, + My little baby cry. + +At noon--O, how I ran! and took + My baby to my breast! +I lingered--and the long lash broke + My sleeping infant's rest. +I worked till night--till darkest night, + In torture and disgrace; +Went home, and watched till morning light, + To see my baby's face. + +The fulness from its cheek was gone, + The sparkle from its eye; +Now hot, like fire, now cold, like stone, + I _knew_ my babe must die. +I worked upon plantation ground, + Though faint with woe and dread, +Then ran, or flew, and here I found-- + See massa, almost dead. + +Then give me but one little hour-- + O! do not lash me so! +One little hour--one little hour-- + And gratefully I'll go. +Ah me! the whip has cut my boy, + I heard his feeble scream; +No more--farewell my only joy, + My life's first gladsome dream! + +I lay thee on the lonely sod, + The heaven is bright above; +These Christians boast they have a God, + And say his name is Love: +O gentle, loving God, look down! + My dying baby see; +The mercy that from earth is flown, + Perhaps may dwell with THEE! + + + + +THE NEGRO'S APPEAL. + +Words by Cowper. Tune--"Isle of Beauty." + + +[Music] + +Forced from home and all its pleasures, + Afric's coast I left forlorn; +To increase a stranger's treasures, + O'er the raging billows borne. +Christian people bought and sold me, + Paid my price in paltry gold: +But though slave they have enrolled me + _Minds_ are never to be sold. + +Is there, as ye sometimes tell me, + Is there one who reigns on high? +Has he bid you buy and sell me, + Speaking from his throne--the sky? +Ask him, if your knotted scourges, + Matches, blood-extorting screws, +Are the means that duty urges + Agents of his will to use. + +Hark! he answers--wild tornadoes, + Strewing yonder sea with wrecks, +Wasting towns, plantations, meadows, + Are the voice with which he speaks. +He, foreseeing what vexations + Afric's sons should undergo, +Fixed their tyrant's habitations, + Where his whirlwinds answer--No! + +By our blood in Afric' wasted, + Ere our necks received the chain; +By the miseries that we tasted, + Crossing in your barks the main: +By our sufferings, since ye brought us + To the man-degrading mart, +All sustained by patience, taught us + Only by a broken heart-- + +Deem our nation brutes no longer, + Till some reason ye shall find, +Worthier of regard and stronger + Than the _color_ of our kind. +Slaves of gold! whose sordid dealings + Tarnish all your boasted powers; +Prove that you have human feelings, + Ere you proudly question ours. + + + + +NEGRO BOY SOLD FOR A WATCH.[1] + +[Footnote 1: An African prince having arrived in England, and having +been asked what he had given for his watch, answered, "What I will +never give again--I gave a fine boy for it."] + +Words by Cowper. Arranged by G.W.C. from an old theme. + + +[Music] + +When avarice enslaves the mind, + And selfish views alone bear sway +Man turns a savage to his kind, + And blood and rapine mark his way. +Alas! for this poor simple toy, + I sold the hapless Negro boy. + +His father's hope, his mother's pride, + Though black, yet comely to the view +I tore him helpless from their side, + And gave him to a ruffian crew-- +To fiends that Afric's coast annoy, + I sold the hapless Negro Boy. + +From country, friends, and parents torn, + His tender limbs in chains confined, +I saw him o'er the billows borne, + And marked his agony of mind; +But still to gain this simple toy, + I gave the weeping Negro Boy. + +In isles that deck the western wave + I doomed the hapless youth to dwell, +A poor, forlorn, insulted slave! + A BEAST THAT CHRISTIANS BUY AND SELL! +And in their cruel tasks employ + The much-enduring Negro Boy. + +His wretched parents long shall mourn, + Shall long explore the distant main +In hope to see the youth return; + But all their hopes and sighs are vain: +They never shall the sight enjoy, + Of their lamented Negro Boy. + +Beneath a tyrant's harsh command, + He wears away his youthful prime; +Far distant from his native land, + A stranger in a foreign clime. +No pleasing thoughts his mind employ, + A poor, dejected Negro Boy. + +But He who walks upon the wind, + Whose voice in thunder's heard on high, +Who doth the raging tempest bind, + And hurl the lightning through the sky, +In his own time will sure destroy + The oppressor of the Negro Boy. + + + + +I AM MONARCH OF NOUGHT I SURVEY. + +A Parody. Air "Old Dr. Fleury." + + +I am monarch of nought I survey, + My wrongs there are none to dispute; +My master conveys me away, + His whims or caprices to suit. +O slavery, where are the charms + That "patriarchs" have seen in thy face; +I dwell in the midst of alarms, + And serve in a horrible place. + +I am out of humanity's reach, + And must finish my life with a groan; +Never hear the sweet music of speech + That tells me my body's my own. +Society, friendship, and love, + Divinely bestowed upon some, +Are blessings I never can prove, + If slavery's my portion to come. + +Religion! what treasures untold, + Reside in that heavenly word! +More precious than silver or gold, + Or all that this earth can afford. +But I am excluded the light + That leads to this heavenly grace; +The Bible is clos'd to my sight, + Its beauties I never can trace. + +Ye winds, that have made me your sport, + Convey to this sorrowful land, +Some cordial endearing report, + Of freedom from tyranny's hand. +My friends, do they not often send, + A wish or a thought after me? +O, tell me I yet have a friend, + A friend I am anxious to see. + +How fleet is a glance of the mind! + Compared with the speed of its flight; +The tempest itself lags behind, + And the swift-winged arrows of light. +When I think of Victoria's domain, + In a moment I seem to be there, +But the fear of being taken again, + Soon hurries me back to despair. + +The wood-fowl has gone to her nest, + The beast has lain down in his lair; +To me, there's no season of rest, + Though I to my quarter repair. +If mercy, O Lord, is in store, + For those who in slavery pine; +Grant me when life's troubles are o'er, + A place in thy kingdom divine. + + + + +THE AFRIC'S DREAM. + +Words by Miss Chandler. "Emigrant's Lament," arranged by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +Why did ye wake me from my sleep? It was a dream of bliss, +And ye have torn me from that land, to pine again in this; +Methought, beneath yon whispering tree, that I was laid to rest, +The turf, with all its with'ring flowers, upon my cold heart pressed. + +My chains, these hateful chains, were gone--oh, would that I might die, +So from my swelling pulse I could forever cast them by! +And on, away, o'er land and sea, my joyful spirit passed, +Till, 'neath my own banana tree, I lighted down at last. + +My cabin door, with all its flowers, was still profusely gay, +As when I lightly sported there, in childhood's careless day! +But trees that were as sapling twigs, with broad and shadowing bough, +Around the well-known threshhold spread a freshening coolness now. + +The birds whose notes I used to hear, were shouting on the earth, +As if to greet me back again with their wild strains of mirth; +My own bright stream was at my feet, and how I laughed to lave +My burning lip, and cheek, and brow, in that delicious wave! + +My boy, my first-born babe, had died amid his early hours, +And there we laid him to his sleep among the clustering flowers; +Yet lo! without my cottage-door he sported in his glee, +With her whose grave is far from his, beneath yon linden tree. + +I sprang to snatch them to my soul; when breathing out my name, +To grasp my hand, and press my lip, a crowd of loved ones came! +Wife, parents, children, kinsmen, friends! the dear and lost ones all, +With blessed words of welcome came, to greet me from my thrall. + +Forms long unseen were by my side; and thrilling on my ear, +Came cadences from gentle tones, unheard for many a year; +And on my cheeks fond lips were pressed, with true affection's kiss-- +And so ye waked me from my sleep--but 'twas a dream of bliss! + + + + +SONG OF THE COFFLE GANG.[2] + +[Footnote 2: This song is said to be sung by Slaves, as they are +chained in gangs, when parting from friends for the far off +South--children taken from parents, husbands from wives, and brothers +from sisters.] + +Words by the Slaves. Music by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + + See these poor souls from Africa, + Transported to America; +We are stolen, and sold to Georgia, will you go along with me? +We are stolen and sold to Georgia, go sound the jubilee. + + See wives and husbands sold apart, + The children's screams!--it breaks my heart; +There's a better day a coming, will you go along with me? +There's a better day a coming, go sound the jubilee. + + O gracious Lord! when shall it be, + That we poor souls shall all be free? +Lord, break them Slavery powers--will you go along with me? +Lord, break them Slavery powers, go sound the jubilee. + + Dear Lord! dear Lord! when Slavery'll cease, + Then we poor souls can have our peace; +There's a better day a coming, will you go along with me? +There's a better day a coming, go sound the jubilee. + + + + +HARK! I HEAR A SOUND OF ANGUISH. + +Air, "Calvary." + + +[Music] + +Hark! I hear a sound of anguish + In my own, my native land; +Brethren, doomed in chains to languish, + Lift to heaven the suppliant hand, + And despairing, + And despairing, + Death the end of woe demand. + +Let us raise our supplication + For the wretched suffering slave, +All whose life is desolation, + All whose hope is in the grave; + God of mercy! + From thy throne, O hear and save. + +Those in bonds we would remember + As if we with them were bound; +For each crushed, each suffering member + Let our sympathies abound, + Till our labors + Spread the smiles of freedom round. + +Even now the word is spoken; + "Slavery's cruel power must cease, +From the bound the chain be broken, + Captives hail the kind release," + While in splendor + Comes to reign the Prince of Peace. + + + + +BROTHERS BE BRAVE FOR THE PINING SLAVE. + +Air--"Sparkling and Bright." + + +[Music] + +Solo. + +Heavy and cold in his dungeon hold, + Is the yoke of the oppressor; +Dark o'er the soul is the fell control + Of the stern and dread transgressor. + +Chorus. + + Oh then come all to bring the thrall + Up from his deep despairing, + And out of the jaw of the bandit's law, + Retake the prey he's tearing: + O then come all to bring the thrall + Up from his deep despairing, + And out of the jaw of the bandit's law, + Retake the prey he's tearing. + +Brothers be brave for the pining slave, + From his wife and children riven; +From every vale their bitter wail + Goes sounding up to Heaven. + Then for the life of that poor wife, + And for those children pining; + O ne'er give o'er till the chains no more + Around their limbs are twining. + +Gloomy and damp is the low rice swamp, + Where their meagre bands are wasting; +All worn and weak, in vain they seek + For rest, to the cool shade hasting; + For drivers fell, like fiends from hell, + Cease not their savage shouting; + And the scourge's crack, from quivering back, + Sends up the red blood spouting. + +Into the grave looks only the slave, + For rest to his limbs aweary; +His spirit's light comes from that night, + To us so dark and dreary. + That soul shall nurse its heavy curse + Against a day of terror, + When the lightning gleam of his wrath shall stream + Like fire, on the hosts of error. + +Heavy and stern are the bolts which burn + In the right hand of Jehovah; +To smite the strong red arm of wrong, + And dash his temples over; + Then on amain to rend the chain, + Ere bursts the vallied thunder; + Right onward speed till the slave is freed-- + His manacles torn asunder. + +E.D.H. + + + + +THE QUADROON MAIDEN. + +Words by Longfellow. Theme from the Indian Maid. + + +[Music] + +The Slaver in the broad lagoon, + Lay moored with idle sail; +He waited for the rising moon, + And for the evening gale. + +The Planter under his roof of thatch, + Smoked thoughtfully and slow; +The Slaver's thumb was on the latch, + He seemed in haste to go. + +He said, "My ship at anchor rides + In yonder broad lagoon; +I only wait the evening tides, + And the rising of the moon." + +Before them, with her face upraised, + In timid attitude, +Like one half curious, half amazed, + A Quadroon maiden stood. + +And on her lips there played a smile + As holy, meek, and faint, +As lights, in some cathedral aisle, + The features of a saint. + +"The soil is barren, the farm is old," + The thoughtful Planter said, +Then looked upon the Slaver's gold, + And then upon the maid. + +His heart within him was at strife, + With such accursed gains; +For he knew whose passions gave her life, + Whose blood ran in her veins. + +But the voice of nature was too weak: + He took the glittering gold! +Then pale as death grew the maiden's cheek, + Her hands as icy cold. + +The Slaver led her from the door, + He led her by the hand, +To be his slave and paramour + In a far and distant land. + + + + +Domestic Bliss. + +BY REV. JAMES GREGG. + + +Domestic bliss; thou fairest flower + That erst in Eden grew, +Dear relic of the happy bower, + Our first grand parents knew! + +We hail thee in the rugged soil + Of this waste wilderness, +To cheer our way and cheat our toil, + With gleams of happiness. + +In thy mild light we travel on, + And smile at toil and pain; +And think no more of Eden gone, + For Eden won again. + +Such, Emily, the bliss, the joy + By Heaven bestowed on you; +A husband kind, a lovely boy, + A father fond and true. + +Religion adds her cheering beams, + And sanctifies these ties; +And sheds o'er all the brighter gleams, + She borrows from the skies. + +But ah! reflect; are _all_ thus blest? + Hath home such charms for _all_? +Can such delights as these invest + Foul slavery's wretched thrall? + +Can those be happy in these ties + Who wear her galling chain? +Or taste the blessed charities + That in the household reign? + +Can those be blest, whose hope, whose life, + Hang on a tyrant's nod; +To whom nor husband, child, nor wife + Are known--yea, scarcely God? + +Whose ties may all be rudely riven, + At avarice' fell behest; +Whose only hope of _home_ is heaven, + The grave their only rest. + +Oh! think of those, the poor, th' oppressed, + In your full hour of bliss; +Nor e'er from prayer and effort rest, + While earth bears woe like this. + + + + +O PITY THE SLAVE MOTHER. + +Words from the Liberator. Air, Araby's Daughter. + + +[Music] + +I pity the slave mother, careworn and weary, + Who sighs as she presses her babe to her breast; +I lament her sad fate, all so hopeless and dreary, + I lament for her woes, and her wrongs unredressed. +O who can imagine her heart's deep emotion, + As she thinks of her children about to be sold; +You may picture the bounds of the rock-girdled ocean, + But the grief of that mother can never be known. + +The mildew of slavery has blighted each blossom, + That ever has bloomed in her pathway below; +It has froze every fountain that gushed in her bosom, + And chilled her heart's verdure with pitiless woe: +Her parents, her kindred, all crushed by oppression; + Her husband still doomed in its desert to stay; +No arm to protect from the tyrant's aggression-- + She must weep as she treads on her desolate way. + +O, slave-mother, hope! see--the nation is shaking! + The arm of the Lord is awake to thy wrong! +The slave-holder's heart now with terror is quaking + Salvation and Mercy to Heaven belong! +Rejoice, O rejoice! for the child thou art rearing, + May one day lift up its unmanacled form, +While hope, to thy heart, like the rain-bow so cheering, + Is born, like the rain-bow, 'mid tempest and storm. + + + + +How long! O! how long! + + +How long will the friend of the slave plead in vain? +How long e'er the Christian will loosen the chain? +If he, by our efforts, more hardened should be, +O Father, forgive him! we trust but in thee. +That 'we're all free and equal,' how senseless the cry, +While millions in bondage are groaning so nigh! +O where is our freedom? equality where? +To this none can answer, but echo cries, where? + +O'er this stain on our country we'd fain draw a veil, +But history's page will proclaim the sad tale, +That Christians, unblushing, could shout 'we are free,' +Whilst they the oppressors of millions could be. +They can feel for themselves, for the Pole they can feel, +Towards Afric's children their hearts are like steel; +They are deaf to their call, to their wrongs they are blind; +In error they slumber nor seek truth to find. + +Though scorn and oppression on our pathway attend, +Despised and reviled, we the slave will befriend; +Our Father, thy blessing! we look but to thee, +Nor cease from our labors till all shall be free. +Should mobs in their fury with missiles assail, +The cause it is righteous, the truth will prevail; +Then heed not their clamors, though loud they proclaim +That freedom shall slumber, and slavery reign. + + + + +THE FUGITIVE SLAVE TO THE CHRISTIAN. + +Words by Elizur Wright, jr. Music arranged from Cracovienne. + + +[Music] + +The fetters galled my weary soul,-- +A soul that seemed but thrown away; +I spurned the tyrant's base control, +Resolved at last the man to play:-- + +Chorus. + + The hounds are baying on my track; + O Christian! will you send me back? + The hounds are baying on my track; + O Christian! will you send me back? + +I felt the stripes, the lash I saw, +Red, dripping with a father's gore; +And, worst of all their lawless law, +The insults that my mother bore! + The hounds are baying on my track, + O Christian! will you send me back? + +Where human law o'errules Divine, +Beneath the sheriff's hammer fell +My wife and babes,--I call them mine,-- +And where they suffer, who can tell? + The hounds are baying on my track, + O Christian! will you send me back? + +I seek a home where man is man, +If such there be upon this earth, +To draw my kindred, if I can, +Around its free, though humble hearth. + The hounds are baying on my track, + O Christian! will you send me back! + + + + +The Strength of Tyranny. + + +The tyrant's chains are only strong + While slaves submit to wear them; +And, who could bind them on the strong, + Determined not to wear them? +Then clank your chains, e'en though the links + Were light as fashion's feather: +The heart which rightly feels and thinks + Would cast them altogether. + +The lords of earth are only great + While others clothe and feed them! +But what were all their pride and state + Should labor cease to heed them? +The swain is higher than a king: + Before the laws of nature, +The monarch were a useless thing, + The swain a useless creature. + +We toil, we spin, we delve the mine, + Sustaining each his neighbor; +And who can hold a right divine + To rob us of our labor? +We rush to battle--bear our lot + In every ill and danger-- +And who shall make the peaceful cot + To homely joy a stranger? + +Perish all tyrants far and near, + Beneath the chains that bind us; +And perish too that servile fear + Which makes the slaves they find us: +One grand, one universal claim-- + One peal of moral thunder-- +One glorious burst in Freedom's name, + And rend our bonds asunder! + + + + +THE BLIND SLAVE BOY. + +Words by Mrs. Dr. Bailey. Music arranged from Sweet Afton. + + +[Music] + +Come back to me mother! why linger away +From thy poor little blind boy, the long weary day! +I mark every footstep, I list to each tone, +And wonder my mother should leave me alone! +There are voices of sorrow, and voices of glee, +But there's no one to joy or to sorrow with me; +For each hath of pleasure and trouble his share, +And none for the poor little blind boy will care. + +My mother, come back to me! close to thy breast +Once more let thy poor little blind one be pressed; +Once more let me feel thy warm breath on my cheek, +And hear thee in accents of tenderness speak! +O mother! I've no one to love me--no heart +Can bear like thine own in my sorrows a part, +No hand is so gentle, no voice is so kind, +Oh! none like a mother can cherish the blind! + +Poor blind one! No mother thy wailing can hear, +No mother can hasten to banish thy fear; +For the slave-owner drives her, o'er mountain and wild, +And for one paltry dollar hath sold thee, poor child! +Ah! who can in language of mortals reveal +The anguish that none but a mother can feel, +When man in his vile lust of mammon hath trod +On her child, who is stricken and smitten of God! + +Blind, helpless, forsaken, with strangers alone, +She hears in her anguish his piteous moan; +As he eagerly listens--but listens in vain, +To catch the loved tones of his mother again! +The curse of the broken in spirit shall fall +On the wretch who hath mingled this wormwood and gall, +And his gain like a mildew shall blight and destroy, +Who hath torn from his mother the little blind boy! + + + + +SLAVE'S WRONGS. + +Words by Miss Chandler. Arranged from "Rose of Allandale." + + +[Music] + +With aching brow and wearied limb, + The slave his toil pursued; +And oft I saw the cruel scourge + Deep in his blood imbrued; +He tilled oppression's soil where men + For liberty had bled, +And the eagle wing of Freedom waved + In mockery, o'er his head. + +The earth was filled with the triumph shout + Of men who had burst their chains; +But his, the heaviest of them all, + Still lay on his burning veins; +In his master's hall there was luxury, + And wealth, and mental light; +But the very book of the Christian law, + Was hidden from his sight. + +In his master's halls there was wine and mirth, + And songs for the newly free; +But his own low cabin was desolate + Of all but misery. +He felt it all--and to bitterness + His heart within him turned; +While the panting wish for liberty, + Like a fire in his bosom burned. + +The haunting thought of his wrongs grew changed + To a darker and fiercer hue, +Till the horrible shape it sometimes wore + At last familiar grew; +There was darkness all within his heart, + And madness in his soul; +And the demon spark, in his bosom nursed, + Blazed up beyond control. + +Then came a scene! oh! such a scene! + I would I might forget +The ringing sound of the midnight scream, + And the hearth-stone redly wet! +The mother slain while she shrieked in vain + For her infant's threatened life; +And the flying form of the frighted child, + Struck down by the bloody knife. + +There's many a heart that yet will start + From its troubled sleep, at night, +As the horrid form of the vengeful slave + Comes in dreams before the sight. +The slave was crushed, and his fetters' link + Drawn tighter than before; +And the bloody earth again was drenched + With the streams of his flowing gore. + +Ah! know they not, that the tightest band + Must burst with the wildest power?-- +That the more the slave is oppressed and wronged, + Will be fiercer his rising hour? +They may thrust him back with the arm of might, + They may drench the earth with his blood-- +But the best and purest of their own, + Will blend with the sanguine flood. + +I could tell thee more--but my strength is gone, + And my breath is wasting fast; +Long ere the darkness to-night has fled, + Will my life from the earth have passed: +But this, the sum of all I have learned, + Ere I go I will tell to thee;-- +If tyrants would hope for tranquil hearts, + They must let the oppressed go free. + + + + +MY CHILD IS GONE. + +Music by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +Hark! from the winds a voice of woe, +The wild Atlantic in its flow, +Bears on its breast the murmur low, + My child is gone! + +Like savage tigers o'er their prey, +They tore him from my heart away; +And now I cry, by night by day-- + My child is gone! + +How many a free-born babe is press'd +With fondness to its mother's breast, +And rocked upon her arms to rest, + While mine is gone! + +No longer now, at eve I see, +Beneath the sheltering plantain tree, +My baby cradled on my knee, + For he is gone! + +And when I seek my cot at night, +There's not a thing that meets my sight, +But tells me that my soul's delight, + My child, is gone! + +I sink to sleep, and then I seem +To hear again his parting scream +I start and wake--'tis but a dream-- + My child _is_ gone! + +Gone--till my toils and griefs are o'er, +And I shall reach that happy shore, +Where negro mothers cry no more-- + My child is gone! + + + + +COMFORT IN AFFLICTION. + +Words by William Leggett. Music by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +If yon bright stars which gem the night, + Be each a blissful dwelling sphere, +Where kindred spirits reunite + Whom death has torn asunder here, +How sweet it were at once to die, + And leave this blighted orb afar! +Mix soul with soul to cleave the sky, + And soar away from star to star! + +But oh! how dark, how drear, how lone, + Would seem the brightest world of bliss, +If, wandering through each radiant one, + We failed to find the loved of this! + +If there no more the ties should twine, + Which Death's cold hand alone can sever, +Ah! then those stars in mockery shine, + More hateful as they shine forever! + +It cannot be--each hope and fear, + That lights the eye or clouds the brow, +Proclaims there is a happier sphere + Than this bleak world that holds us now! + +There is a voice which sorrow hears, + When heaviest weighs life's galling chain, +'Tis heaven that whispers, "dry thy tears, + The pure in heart shall meet again." + + + + +The Poor Little Slave. + +FROM "THE CHARTER OAK." + + +O pity the poor little slave, + Who labors hard through all the day-- + And has no one, + When day is done, + To teach his youthful heart to pray. + +No words of love--no fond embrace-- + No smiles from parents kind and dear; + No tears are shed + Around his bed, + When fevers rage, and death is near. + +None feel for him when heavy chains + Are fastened to his tender limb; + No pitying eyes, + No sympathies, + No prayers are raised to heaven for him. + +Yes I will pity the poor slave, + And pray that he may soon be free; + That he at last, + When days are past, + In heaven may have his liberty. + + + + +THE BEREAVED MOTHER. + +Words by Jesse Hutchinson. Air, "Kathleen O'Moore." + + +[Music] + +Oh deep was the anguish of the slave mother's heart, +When called from her darling for ever to part; +So grieved that lone mother, that heart broken mother, + In sorrow and woe. + +The lash of the master her deep sorrows mock, +While the child of her bosom is sold on the block; +Yet loud shrieked that mother, poor heart broken mother, + In sorrow and woe. + +The babe in return, for its fond mother cries, +While the sound of their wailings together arise; +They shriek for each other, the child and the mother, + In sorrow and woe. + +The harsh auctioneer to sympathy cold, +Tears the babe from its mother and sells it for gold; +While the infant and mother, loud shriek for each other, + In sorrow and woe. + +At last came the parting of mother and child, +Her brain reeled with madness, that mother was wild; +Then the lash could not smother the shrieks of that mother, + Of sorrow and woe. + +The child was borne off to a far distant clime, +While the mother was left in anguish to pine; +But reason departed, and she sank broken hearted, + In sorrow and woe. + +That poor mourning mother, of reason bereft, +Soon ended her sorrows and sank cold in death: +Thus died that slave mother, poor heart broken mother, + In sorrow and woe. + +Oh! list ye kind mothers to the cries of the slave; +The parents and children implore you to save; +Go! rescue the mothers, the sisters and brothers, + From sorrow and woe. + + + + +HEARD YE THAT CRY. + +From "Wind of the Winter night." + + +[Music] + +Heard ye that cry! Twas the wail of a slave, +As he sank in despair, to the rest of the grave; +Behold him where bleeding and prostrate he lies, +Unfriended he lived, and unpitied he died. + +The white man oppressed him--the white man for gold, +Made him toil amidst tortures that cannot be told; +He robbed him, and spoiled him, of all that was dear, +And made him the prey of affliction and fear. + +But his anguish was seen, and his wailings were heard, +By the Lord God of Hosts; whose vengeance deferred, +Gathers force by delay, and with fury will burst, +On his impious oppressor--the tyrant accurst! + +Arouse ye, arouse ye! ye generous and brave, +Plead the rights of the poor--plead the cause of the slave; +Nor cease your exertions till broken shall be +The fetters that bind him, and the slave shall be free. + + + + +Sleep on my Child. + +BY R.J.H. + + +Sleep on, my child, in peaceful rest, +While lovely visions round thee play; +No care or grief has touched thy breast, +Thy life is yet a cloudless day. + +Far distant is my childhood's home-- +No mother's smiles--no father's care! +Oh! how I'd love again to roam, +Where once my little playmates were! + +Sleep on, thou hast not felt the chain; +But though 'tis yet unmingled joy, +I may not see those smiles again, +Nor clasp thee to my breast, my boy. + +And must I see thee toil and bleed! +Thy manly soul in fetters tied; +'Twill wring thy mother's heart indeed-- +Oh! would to God that I had died! + +That soul God's own bright image bears-- +But oh! no tongue thy woes can tell; +Thy lot is cast in blood and tears, +And soon these lips must say--farewell! + + + + +ZAZA--THE FEMALE SLAVE. + +Words by Miss Ball. Music by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +O my country, my country! how long I for thee, +Far over the mountain, far over the sea. +Where the sweet Joliba kisses the shore, +Say, shall I wander by thee never more? +Where the sweet Joliba kisses the shore, +Say, shall I wander by thee never more? +O my country, my country! how long I for thee, +Far over the mountain, far over the sea. + + Say, O fond Zurima, + Where dost thou stay? + Say, doth another + List to thy sweet lay? + Say, doth the orange still + Bloom near our cot? + Zurima, Zurima, + Am I forgot? +O, my country, my country! how long I for thee, +Far over the mountain, far over the sea. + + Under the baobab + Oft have I slept, + Fanned by sweet breezes + That over me swept. + Often in dreams + Do my weary limbs lay + 'Neath the same baobab, + Far, far away, +O my country, my country, how long I for thee, +Far over the mountain, far over the sea. + + O for the breath + Of our own waving palm, + Here, as I languish, + My spirit to calm-- + O for a draught + From our own cooling lake, + Brought by sweet mother, + My spirit to wake. +O my country, my country, how long I for thee, +Far over the mountain, far over the sea. + + + + +PRAYER FOR THE SLAVE. + +Tune--Hamburgh. + + +[Music] + +Oh let the pris'ner's mournful sighs + As incense in thy sight appear! +Their humble wailings pierce the skies, + If haply they may feel thee near. + +The captive exiles make their moans, + From sin impatient to be free; +Call home, call home, thy banished ones! + Lead captive their captivity! + +Out of the deep regard their cries, + The fallen raise, the mourners cheer, +Oh, Son of Righteousness, arise, + And scatter all their doubts and fear. + +Stand by them in the fiery hour, + Their feebleness of mind defend; +And in their weakness show thy power, + And make them patient to the end. + +Relieve the souls whose cross we bear, + For whom thy suffering members mourn: +Answer our faith's effectual prayer; + And break the yoke so meekly borne! + + + + +Remembering that God is just. + + +Oh righteous God! whose awful frown + Can crumble nations to the dust, +Trembling we stand before thy throne, + When we reflect that thou art just. + +Dost thou not see the dreadful wrong, + Which Afric's injured race sustains? +And wilt thou not arise ere long, + To plead their cause, and break their chains? + +Must not thine anger quickly rise + Against the men whom lust controls, +Who dare thy righteous laws despise + And traffic in the blood of souls? + + + + +THE FUGITIVE. + +Words by L.M.C. Air "Bonny Doon." + + +[Music] + +A noble man of sable brow +Came to my humble cottage door, +With cautious, weary step and slow, +And asked if I could feed the poor; +He begged if I had ought to give, +To help the panting fugitive. + +I told him he had fled away +From his kind master, friends, and home; +That he was black--a slave astray, +And should return as he had come; +That I would to his master give +The straying villain fugitive. + +He fell upon his trembling knee +And claimed he was a brother man, +That I was bound to set him free, +According to the gospel plan; +And if I would God's grace receive, +That I must help the fugitive. + +He showed the stripes his master gave, +The festering wound--the sightless eye, +The common badges of the slave, +And said he would be free, or die; +And if I nothing had to give, +I should not stop the fugitive. + +He owned his was a sable skin, +That which his Maker first had given; +But mine would be a darker sin, +That would exclude my soul from heaven: +And if I would God's grace receive, +I should relieve the fugitive. + +I bowed and took the stranger in, +And gave him meat, and drink, and rest, +I hope that God forgave my sin, +And made me with that brother blest; +I am resolved, long as I live, +To help the panting fugitive. + + + + +AM I NOT A MAN AND BROTHER? + +Words by A.C.L. Air--"Bride's Farewell." + + +[Music] + +Am I not a man and brother? + Ought I not, then, to be free? +Sell me not one to another, + Take not thus my liberty. +Christ our Saviour, Christ our Saviour, + Died for me as well as thee. + +Am I not a man and brother? + Have I not a soul to save? +Oh, do not my spirit smother, + Making me a wretched slave: +God of mercy, God of mercy, + Let me fill a freeman's grave! + +Yes, thou art a man and brother, + Though thou long hast groaned a slave, +Bound with cruel cords and tether + From the cradle to the grave! +Yet the Saviour, yet the Saviour, + Bled and died all souls to save. + +Yes, thou art a man and brother, + Though we long have told thee nay: +And are bound to aid each other, + All along our pilgrim way. +Come and welcome, come and welcome, + Join with us to praise and pray! + + + + +Am I not a Sister? + +BY A.C.L. + + +Am I not a sister, say? + Shall I then be bought and sold +In the mart and by the way, + For the white man's lust and gold? +Save me then from his foul snare, +Leave me not to perish there! + +Am I not a sister say, + Though I have a sable hue! +Lo! I have been dragged away, + From my friends and kindred true, +And have toiled in yonder field, +There have long been bruised and peeled! + +Am I not a sister, say? + Have I an immortal soul? +Will you, sisters, tell me nay? + Shall I live in lust's control, +To be chattled like a beast, +By the Christian church and priest? + +Am I not a sister, say? + Though I have been made a slave? +Will you not then for me pray, + To the God whose power can save, +High and low, and bond and free? +Toil and pray and vote for me! + + + + +YE HERALDS OF FREEDOM. + +Music by Kingsley. + + +[Music] + +Ye heralds of freedom, ye noble and brave, +Who dare to insist on the rights of the slave; +Go onward, go onward, your cause is of God, +And he will soon sever the oppressor's strong rod. + +The finger of slander may now at you point, +That finger will soon lose the strength of its joint; +And those who now plead for the rights of the slave, +Will soon be acknowledged the good and the brave. + +Though thrones and dominions, and kingdoms and powers, +May now all oppose you, the victory is yours; +The banner of Jesus will soon be unfurled, +And he will give freedom and peace to the world. + +Go under his standard and fight by his side, +O'er mountains and billows you'll then safely ride. +His gracious protection will be to you given, +And bright crowns of glory he'll give you in heaven. + + + + +I would not live alway. + +BY PIERPONT. + + +I would not live alway; I ask not to stay, +Where I must bear the burden and heat of the day: +Where my body is cut with the lash or the cord, +And a hovel and hunger are all my reward. + +I would not live alway, where life is a load +To the flesh and the spirit:--since there's an abode +For the soul disenthralled, let me breathe my last +And repose in thine arms, my deliverer, Death!-- + +I would not live alway to toil as a slave: +Oh no, let me rest, though I rest in my grave; +For there, from their troubling, the wicked shall +And, free from his master, the slave be at peace. + + + + +OUR PILGRIM FATHERS. + +Words by Pierpont. Music from "Minstrel Boy," by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +Our Pilgrim Fathers--where are they? + The waves that brought them o'er, +Still roll in the bay, and throw their spray + As they break along the shore; +Still roll in the bay, as they rolled that day, + When the Mayflower moored below; +When the sea around was black with storms, + And white the shore with snow. + +The mists that wrapped the Pilgrim's sleep, + Still brood upon the tide; +And his rocks yet keep their watch by the deep, + To stay its waves of pride. +But the snow-white sail, that she gave to the gale + When the heavens looked dark, is gone; +As an angel's wing, through an opening cloud, + Is seen, and then withdrawn. + +The Pilgrim exile--sainted name! + The hill, whose icy brow +Rejoiced when he came in the morning's flame, + In the morning's flame burns now. +And the moon's cold light, as it lay that night, + On the hill-side and the sea, +Still lies where he laid his houseless head; + But the Pilgrim--where is he? + +The Pilgrim Fathers are at rest; + When Summer's throned on high, +And the world's warm breast is in verdure dressed, + Go, stand on the hill where they lie. +The earliest ray of the golden day, + On that hallowed spot is cast; +And the evening sun as he leaves the world, + Looks kindly on that spot last. + +The Pilgrim _spirit_ has not fled-- + It walks in noon's broad light; +And it watches the bed of the glorious dead, + With the holy stars, by night. +It watches the bed of the brave who have bled, + And shall guard this ice-bound shore, +Till the waves of the bay, where the Mayflower lay, + Shall foam and freeze no more. + + + + +STANZAS FOR THE TIMES. + +Words by J.G. Whittier. Music by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +Is this the land our fathers loved, + The freedom which they toiled to win? +Is this the soil whereon they moved? + Are these the graves they slumber in? +Are we the sons by whom are borne, +The mantles which the dead have won? + +And shall we crouch above these graves, + With craven soul and fettered lip? +Yoke in with marked and branded slaves, + And tremble at the driver's whip? +Bend to the earth our pliant knees, +And speak--but as our masters please? + +Shall outraged Nature cease to feel? + Shall Mercy's tears no longer flow? +Shall ruffian threats of cord and steel-- + The dungeon's gloom--th' assassin's blow, +Turn back the spirit roused to save +The Truth--our Country--and the Slave? + +Of human skulls that shrine was made, + Round which the priests of Mexico +Before their loathsome idol prayed-- + Is Freedom's altar fashioned so? +And must we yield to Freedom's God +As offering meet, the negro's blood? + +Shall tongues be mute, when deeds are wrought + Which well might shame extremest Hell? +Shall freemen lock th' indignant thought? + Shall Mercy's bosom cease to swell? +Shall Honor bleed?--Shall Truth succumb? +Shall pen, and press, and soul be dumb? + +No--by each spot of haunted ground, + Where Freedom weeps her children's fall-- +By Plymouth's rock--and Bunker's mound-- + By Griswold's stained and shattered wall-- +By Warren's ghost--by Langdon's shade-- +By all the memories of our dead! + +By their enlarging souls, which burst + The bands and fetters round them set-- +By the free Pilgrim spirit nursed + Within our inmost bosoms, yet,-- +By all above--around--below-- +Be ours the indignant answer--no! + +No--guided by our country's laws, + For truth, and right, and suffering man, +Be ours to strive in Freedom's cause, + As Christians may--as freemen can! +Still pouring on unwilling ears +That truth oppression only fears. + + + + +TO THOSE I LOVE. + +Words by Miss E.M. Chandler. Music from an old air by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +Oh, turn ye not displeased away, though I should sometimes seem +Too much to press upon your ear, an oft repeated theme; +The story of the negro's wrongs is heavy at my heart, +And can I choose but wish from you a sympathizing part? + +I turn to you to share my joy,--to soothe me in my grief-- +In wayward sadness from your smiles, I seek a sweet relief: +And shall I keep this burning wish to see the slave set free, +Locked darkly in my secret heart, unshared and silently? + +If I had been a friendless thing--if I had never known, +How swell the fountains of the heart beneath affection's tone, +I might have, careless, seen the leaf torn rudely from its stem, +But clinging as I do to you, can I but feel for them? + +I could not brook to list the sad sweet music of a bird, +Though it were sweeter melody than ever ear hath heard, +If cruel hands had quenched its light, that in the plaintive song, +It might the breathing memory of other days prolong. + +And can I give my lip to taste the life-bought luxuries, wrung +From those on whom a darker night of anguish has been flung-- +Or silently and selfishly enjoy my better lot, +While those whom God hath bade me love, are wretched and forgot? + +Oh no!--so blame me not, sweet friends, though I should sometimes seem +Too much to press upon your ear an oft repeated theme; +The story of the negro's wrongs hath won me from my rest,-- +And I must strive to wake for him an interest in your breast! + + + + +WE'RE COMING! WE'RE COMING! + +Air, "Kinloch of Kinloch." + + +[Music] + +We're coming, we're coming, the fearless and free, +Like the winds of the desert, the waves of the sea! +True sons of brave sires who battled of yore, +When England's proud lion ran wild on our shore! +We're coming, we're coming, from mountain and glen, +With hearts to do battle for freedom again; +Oppression is trembling as trembled before, +The Slavery which fled from our fathers of yore. + +We're coming, we're coming, with banners unfurled, +Our motto is FREEDOM, our country the world; +Our watchword is LIBERTY--tyrants beware! +For the liberty army will bring you despair! +We're coming, we're coming, we'll come from afar, +Our standard we'll nail to humanity's car; +With shoutings we'll raise it, in triumph to wave, +A trophy of conquest, or shroud for the brave. + +Then arouse ye, brave hearts, to the rescue come on! +The man-stealing army we'll surely put down; +They are crushing their millions, but soon they must yield, +For _freemen_ have _risen_ and taken the field. +Then arouse ye! arouse ye! the fearless and free, +Like the winds of the desert, the waves of the sea; +Let the north, west, and east, to the sea-beaten shore, +_Resound_ with a _liberty triumph_ once more. + + + + +ROUSE UP, NEW ENGLAND. + +Words by a Yankee. Music by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +Rouse up, New England! Buckle on your mail of proof sublime, +Your stern old hate of tyranny, your deep contempt of crime; +A traitor plot is hatching now, more full of woe and shame, +Than ever from the iron heart of bloodiest despot came. + +Six slave States added at a breath! One flourish of a pen, +And fetters shall be riveted on millions more of men! +One drop of ink to sign a name, and slavery shall find +For all her surplus flesh and blood, a market to her mind! + +A market where good Democrats their fellow men may sell! +O, what a grin of fiendish glee runs round and round thro' hell! +How all the damned leap up for joy and half forget their fire, +To think men take such pains to claim the notice of God's ire. + +Is't not enough that we have borne the sneer of all the world, +And bent to those whose haughty lips in scorn of us are curled? +Is't not enough that we must hunt their living chattels back, +And cheer the hungry bloodhounds on, that howl upon their track? + +Is't not enough that we must bow to all that they decree,-- +These cotton and tobacco lords, these pimps of slavery? +That we must yield our conscience up to glut Oppression's maw, +And break our faith with God to keep the letter of Man's law? + +But must we sit in silence by, and see the chain and whip +Made firmer for all time to come in Slavery's bloody grip! +Must we not only half the guilt and all the shame endure, +But help to make our tyrant's throne of flesh and blood secure? + +Is water running in our veins? Do we remember still +Old Plymouth rock, and Lexington, and glorious Bunker Hill? +The debt we owe our Father's graves? and to the yet unborn, +Whose heritage ourselves must make a thing of pride or scorn? + +Grey Plymouth rock hath yet a tongue, and Concord is not dumb, +And voices from our father's graves, and from the future come; +They call on us to stand our ground, they charge us still to be +Not only free from chains ourselves, but foremost to make free! + +Awake, New England! While you sleep the foes advance their lines; +Already on your stronghold's wall their bloody banner shines; +Awake! and hurl them back again in terror and despair, +The time has come for earnest deeds, we've not a man to spare. + + + + +RISE, FREEMEN, RISE. + +Music by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +Rise, freemen rise! the call goes forth, + Attend the high command; +Obedience to the word of God, + Throughout this guilty land: + Throughout this guilty land. + +Rise, free the slave; oh, burst his chains, + And cast his fetters down; +Let virtue be your country's pride, + Her diadem and crown. + +Then shall the day at length arrive, + When all shall equal be, +And Freedom's banner, waving high, + Proclaim that all are free. + + + + +Remember Me. + + +O Thou, from whom all goodness flows! + I lift my heart to thee; +In all my wrongs, oppressions, woes, + Dear Lord! remember me. + +Afflictions sore obstruct my way, + And ills I cannot flee; +Lord! let my strength be as my day, + And still remember me. + +Oppressed with scourges, bonds, and grief, + This feeble body see; +Oh! give my burdened soul relief, + Hear, and remember me. + + + + +A BEACON HAS BEEN LIGHTED. + +Parody by G.W.C. Air, "Blue-eyed Mary." + + +[Music] + +A beacon has been lighted, + Bright as the noonday sun; +On worlds of mind benighted, + Its rays are pouring down; +Full many a shrine of error, + And many a deed of shame, +Dismayed, has shrunk in terror, + Before the lighted flame. + +Chorus. + + Victorious, on, victorious! + Proud beacon onward haste; + Till floods of light all glorious, + Illume the moral waste. + +Oppression foul has foundered, + The demon gasps for breath; +His rapid march is downward, + To everlasting death. +Old age and youth united, + His works shall prostrate hurl, +And soon himself, affrighted, + Shall hurry from this world. + Victorious, on, victorious, &c. + +Proud liberty untiring, + Strikes at the monster's heart; +Beneath her blows expiring, + He dreads her well-aimed dart. +Her blows--we'll pray "God speed" them, + Oppression to despoil; +And how we fought for freedom, + Let future ages tell. + Victorious, on, victorious, &c. + + + + +OUR COUNTRYMEN IN CHAINS. + +Words by Whittier. "Beatitude," by T. Hastings. + + +[Music] + +Our fellow countrymen in chains, + Slaves in a land of light and law! +Slaves crouching on the very plains + Where rolled the storm of Freedom's war! +A groan from Eutaw's haunted wood-- + A wail where Camden's martyrs fell-- +By every shrine of patriot blood, + From Moultrie's wall and Jasper's well. + +By storied hill and hallow'd grot, + By mossy wood and marshy glen, +Whence rang of old the rifle-shot, + And hurrying shout of Marion's men! +The groan of breaking hearts is there-- + The falling lash--the fetter's clank! +Slaves--SLAVES are breathing in that air, + Which old De Kalb and Sumter drank! + +What, ho!--our countrymen in chains! + The whip on WOMAN'S shrinking flesh! +Our soil yet reddening with the stains, + Caught from her scourging, warm and fresh! +What! mothers from their children riven! + What! God's own image bought and sold! +AMERICANS to market driven, + And barter'd as the brute for gold! + +Speak! shall their agony of prayer + Come thrilling to our hearts in vain? +To us, whose fathers scorn'd to bear + The paltry menace of a chain; +To us, whose boast is loud and long + Of holy Liberty and Light-- +Say, shall these writhing slaves of wrong, + Plead vainly for their plunder'd Right? + +Shall every flap of England's flag + Proclaim that all around are free, +From "farthest Ind" to each blue crag + That beetles o'er the Western Sea? +And shall we scoff at Europe's kings, + When Freedom's fire is dim with us, +And round our country's altar clings + The damning shade of Slavery's curse? + +Just God! and shall we calmly rest, + The Christian's scorn--the Heathen's mirth-- +Content to live the lingering jest + And by-word of a mocking Earth? +Shall our own glorious land retain + That curse which Europe scorns to bear? +Shall our own brethren drag the chain + Which not even Russia's menials wear? + +Down let the shrine of Moloch sink, + And leave no traces where it stood; +No longer let its idol drink + His daily cup of human blood: +But rear another altar there, + To Truth, and Love, and Mercy given, +And Freedom's gift, and Freedom's prayer, + Shall call an answer down from Heaven! + + + + +Myron Holley. + +BY W.H. BURLEIGH. + + +Yes--fame is his:--but not the fame + For which the conqueror pants and strives, +Whose path is tracked through blood and flame, + And over countless human lives! +His name no armed battalions hail + With bugle shriek or thundering gun,-- +No widows curse him, as they wail + For slaughtered husband and for son. + +Amid the moral strife alone, + He battled fearlessly and long, +And poured, with clear, untrembling tone, + Rebuke upon the hosts of Wrong-- +To break Oppression's cruel rod, + He dared the perils of the fight, +And in the name of FREEDOM'S GOD + Struck boldly for the TRUE and RIGHT! + +With faith, whose eye was never dim, + The triumph, yet afar, he saw, +When, bonds smote off from soul and limb, + And freed alike by Love and Law, +The slave--no more a slave--shall stand + Erect--and loud, from sea to sea, +Exultant burst o'er all the land + The glorious song of jubilee! + +Why should we mourn, thy labor done, + That thou art called to thy reward; +Rest, Freedom's war-worn champion! + Rest, faithful soldier of the LORD! +For oh, not vainly hast thou striven, + Through storm, and gloom, and deepest night-- +Not vainly hath thy life been given + For GOD, for FREEDOM, and for RIGHT. + + + + +VOICE OF NEW ENGLAND AGAINST SLAVERY. + +Words by Whittier. Music by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +Up the hill side, down the glen, +Rouse the sleeping citizen; +Summon out the might of men! +Like a lion growling low, +Like a nightstorm rising slow, +Like the tread of unseen foe. + +It is coming--it is nigh! +Stand your homes and altars by; +On your own free threshholds die. +Clang the bells in all your spires; +On the gray hills of your sires +Fling to heaven your signal fires. + +Whoso shrinks or falters now, +Whoso to the yoke would bow, +Brand the craven on his brow. +Freedom's soil hath only place +For a free and fearless race-- +None for traitors false and base. + +Take your land of sun and bloom; +Only leave to Freedom room +For her plough, and forge, and loom. +Take your slavery-blackened vales; +Leave us but our own free gales, +Blowing on our thousand sails. + +Onward with your fell design; +Dig the gulf and draw the line; +Fire beneath your feet the mine: +Deeply, when the wide abyss +Yawns between your land and this, +Shall ye feel your helplessness. + +By the hearth, and in the bed, +Shaken by a look or tread, +Ye shall own a guilty dread. +And the curse of unpaid toil, +Downward through your generous soil, +Like a fire shall burn and spoil. + +Our bleak hills shall bud and blow, +Vines our rocks shall overgrow, +Plenty in our valleys flow;-- +And when vengeance clouds your skies, +Hither shall ye turn your eyes, +As the damned on Paradise! + +We but ask our rocky strand, +Freedom's true and brother band, +Freedom's strong and honest hand, +Valleys by the slave untrod, +And the Pilgrim's mountain sod, +Blessed of our fathers' God! + + + + +THE CLARION OF FREEDOM. + +Words from the Emancipator. Music "The Chariot." + + +[Music] + +The clarion--the clarion of Freedom now sounds, +From the east to the west Independence resounds; +From the hills, and the streams, and the far distant skies, +Let the shout Independence from Slav'ry arise. + +The army--the army have taken the field, +And the Liberty hosts never, never will yield; +By free principles strengthened, each bosom now glows, +And with ardor immortal the struggle they close. + +The armor, the armor that girds every breast, +Is the hope of deliverance for millions oppressed; +O'er the tears, and the sighs, and the wrongs of the slave, +See the white flag of freedom triumphantly wave. + +The conflict--the conflict will shortly be o'er, +And the demon of slavery shall rule us no more; +And the laurels of victory shall surely reward +The heroes immortal who've conquered for God. + + + + +STRIKE FOR LIBERTY. + +Words from the Christian Freeman. Air, "Scots wha hae." + + +[Music] + +Sons of Freedom's honored sires, +Light anew your beacon fires, +Fight till every foe retires + From your hallowed soil. +Sons of Pilgrim Fathers blest, +Pilgrim Mothers gone to rest, +Listen to their high behest, + Strike for Liberty. + +Ministers of God to men, +Heed ye not the nation's sin? +Heaven's blessing can ye win + If ye falter now? +Men of blood now ask your vote, +O'er your heads their banners float; +Raise, Oh raise the warning note, + God and duty call! + +Men of justice, bold and brave, +To the ballot-box and save +Freedom from her opening grave-- + Onward! brothers, on! +Christian patriots, tried and true, +Freedom's eyes now turn to you; +Foes are many--are ye few? + Gideon's God is yours! + + + + +On to Victory. + +BY REV. MRS. MARTYN. + + +Children of the glorious dead, +Who for freedom fought and bled, +With her banner o'er you spread, + On to victory. +Not for stern ambition's prize, +Do our hopes and wishes rise; +Lo, our leader from the skies, + Bids us do or die. + +Ours is not the tented field-- +We no earthly weapons wield-- +Light and love, our sword and shield, + Truth our panoply. +This is proud oppression's hour; +Storms are round us; shall we cower? +While beneath a despot's power + Groans the suffering slave? + +While on every southern gale, +Comes the helpless captive's tale, +And the voice of woman's wail, + And of man's despair? +While our homes and rights are dear, +Guarded still with watchful fear, +Shall we coldly turn our ear + From the suppliant's prayer? + +Never! by our Country's shame-- +Never! by a Saviour's claim, +To the men of every name, + Whom he died to save. +Onward, then, ye fearless band-- +Heart to heart, and hand to hand; +Yours shall be the patriot's stand-- + Or the martyr's grave. + + + + +THE MAN FOR ME. + +Parody by J.N.T. Tucker. Air, "The Rose that all are praising." + + +[Music] + +Oh, he is not the man for me, + Who buys or sells a slave, +Nor he who will not set him free, + But sends him to his grave; +But he whose noble heart beats warm + For all men's life and liberty; +Who loves alike each human form-- + Oh that's the man for me, + Oh that's the man for me, + Oh that's the man for me. + +He's not at all the man for me, + Who sells a man for gain, +Who bends the pliant servile knee, + To Slavery's God of shame! +But he whose God-like form erect + Proclaims that all alike are free +To think, and speak, and vote, and act, + Oh that's the man for me. + +He sure is not the man for me + Whose spirit will succumb, +When men endowed with Liberty + Lie bleeding, bound and dumb; +But he whose faithful words of might + Ring through the land from shore to sea, +For man's eternal equal right, + Oh that's the man for me. + +No, no, he's not the man for me + Whose voice o'er hill and plain, +Breaks forth for glorious liberty, + But binds himself, the chain! +The mightiest of the noble band + Who prays and toils the world to free, +With head, and heart, and voice, and vote-- + Oh that's the man for me. + + + + +PILGRIM SONG. + +Words by Geo. Lunt. Air "Troubadour." + + +[Music] + +Over the mountain wave + See where they come; +Storm-cloud and wintry wind + Welcome them home; +Yet where the sounding gale + Howls to the sea, +There their song peals along, + Deep toned and free. + Pilgrims and wanderers, + Hither we come; + Where the free dare to be, + This is our home. + +England hath sunny dales, + Dearly they bloom; +Scotia hath heather-hills, + Sweet their perfume: +Yet through the wilderness + Cheerful we stray, +Native land, native land-- + Home far away! + Pilgrims, &c. + +Dim grew the forest path, + Onward they trod: +Firm beat their noble hearts, + Trusting in God! +Gray men and blooming maids, + High rose their song-- +Hear it sweep, clear and deep + Ever along! + Pilgrims, &c. + +Not theirs the glory-wreath, + Torn by the blast; +Heavenward their holy steps, + Heavenward they passed! +Green be their mossy graves! + Ours be their fame, +While their song peals along, + Ever the same! + Pilgrims, &c. + + + + +The Bondman. + +FROM THE LIBERATOR. + + +Feebly the bondman toiled, + Sadly he wept-- +Then to his wretched cot + Mournfully crept: +How doth his free-born soul + Pine 'neath his chain! +Slavery! Slavery! + Dark is thy reign. + +Long ere the break of day, + Roused from repose, +Wearily toiling + Till after its close-- +Praying for freedom, + He spends his last breath: +Liberty! Liberty! + Give me, or death. + +When, when, oh Lord! will right + Triumph o'er wrong? +Tyrants oppress the weak, + Oh Lord! how long? +Hark! hark! a peal resounds + From shore to shore-- +Tyranny! Tyranny! + Thy reign is o'er. + +E'en now the morning + Gleams from the East-- +Despots are feeling + Their triumph is past-- +Strong hearts are answering + To freedom's loud call-- +Liberty! Liberty! + Full and for all. + + + + +FOURTH OF JULY. + +Words by Mrs. Sigourney. Music by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +We have a goodly clime, + Broad vales and streams we boast; +Our mountain frontiers frown sublime, + Old Ocean guards our coast. + +Suns bless our harvests fair, + With fervid smile serene, +But a dark shade is gathering there, + What can its blackness mean? + +We have a birth-right proud, + For our young sons to claim-- +An eagle soaring o'er the cloud, + In freedom and in fame. + +We have a scutcheon bright, + By our dead fathers bought; +A fearful blot distains its white-- + Who hath such evil wrought? + +Our banner o'er the sea + Looks forth with starry eye, +Emblazoned glorious, bold and free, + A letter on the sky-- + +What hand with shameful stain, + Hath marred its heavenly blue? +The yoke, the fasces, and the chain, + Say, are these emblems true? + +This day doth music rare + Swell through our nation's bound, +But Afric's wailing mingles there, + And Heaven doth hear the sound. + +O God of power! we turn + In penitence to thee, +Bid our loved land the lesson learn-- + To bid the slave be free. + + + + +YE SPIRITS OF THE FREE. + +Air--"My faith looks up to thee." + + +[Music] + +Ye spirits of the free, +Can ye for ever see + Your brother man +A yoked and scourged slave, +Chains dragging to his grave, +And raise no hand to save? + Say if you can. + +In pride and pomp to roll, +Shall tyrants from the soul + God's image tear, +And call the wreck their own,-- +While from th' eternal throne, +They shut the stifled groan, + And bitter prayer? + +Shall he a slave be bound, +Whom God hath doubly crowned + Creation's lord? +Shall men of Christian name, +Without a blush of shame, +Profess their tyrant claim + From God's own word? + +No! at the battle cry, +A host prepared to die, + Shall arm for fight-- +But not with martial steel, +Grasped with a murderous zeal; +No arms their foes shall feel, + But love and light. + +Firm on Jehovah's laws, +Strong in their righteous cause, + They march to save. +And vain the tyrant's mail, +Against their battle-hail, +Till cease the woe and wail + Of tortured slave! + + + + +Sing Me a Triumph Song. + + +Sing me a triumph song, +Roll the glad notes along, + Great God, to thee! +Thine be the glory bright, +Source of all power and might! +For thou hast said, in might, + Man shall be free. + +Sing me a triumph song, +Let all the sound prolong, + Air, earth, and sea, +Down falls the tyrant's power, +See his dread minions cower; +Now, from this glorious hour, + Man will be free. + +Sing me a triumph song, +Sing in the mighty throng, + Sing Jubilee! +Let the broad welkin ring, +While to heaven's mighty King, +Honor and praise we sing, + For man is free. + + + + +WAKE, SONS OF THE PILGRIMS. + +Air--"M'Gregor's Gathering." + + +[Music] + +Wake, sons of the Pilgrims, and look to your right! +The despots of Slav'ry are up in their might: +Indulge not in sleep, it's like digging the graves +Of blood-purchased freedom--'tis yielding like slaves. +Then halloo, halloo, halloo to the contest, +Awake from your slumbers, no longer delay, +But struggle for freedom, while struggle you may-- +Then rally, rally, rally, rally, rally, rally, +While our forests shall wave or while rushes a river, +Oh, yield not your birth-right! maintain it for ever! + +Wake, Sons of the Pilgrims! why slumber ye on? +Your chains are now forging, your fetters are done; +Oh! sleep not, like Samson, on Slavery's foul arm, +For, Delilah-like, she's now planning your harm. +Then halloo, halloo, halloo, to the contest! +Awake from your sleeping--nor slumber again, +Once bound in your fetters, you'll struggle in vain; +While your eye-balls may move, O wake up now, or never-- +Wake, freemen! awake, or you're ruined forever! + +Yes, freemen are waking! we fling to the breeze, +The bright flag of freedom, the banner of Peace; +The slave long forgotten, forlorn, and alone, +We hail as a brother--our own mother's son! +Then halloo, halloo, halloo, to the contest! +For freedom we rally--for freedom to all-- +To rescue the slave, and ourselves too from thrall. +We rally, rally, rally, rally, rally, rally-- +While a slave shall remain, bound, the weak by the stronger, +We will never disband, but strive harder and longer. + + + + +OUR COUNTRYMEN ARE DYING. + +Words by C.W. Dennison. Tune--"From Greenland's Icy Mountains." + + +[Music] + +Our countrymen are dying + Beneath their cankering chains, +Full many a heart is sighing, + Where nought but slav'ry reigns; +No note of joy and gladness, + No voice with freedom's lay, +Fall on them in their sadness, + To wipe those tears away. + +Where proud Potomac dashes + Along its northern strand, +Where Rappahannock lashes + Virginia's sparkling sand; +Where Eutaw, famed in story, + Flows swift to Santee's stream, +There, there in grief and gory, + The pining slave is seen! + +And shall New England's daughters, + Descendants of the free, +Beside whose far-famed waters + Is heard sweet minstrelsy-- +Shall they, when hearts are breaking, + And woman weeps in woe, +Shall they, all listless waiting, + No hearts of pity show. + +No! let the shout for freedom + Ring out a certain peal, +Let sire and youthful maiden, + All who have hearts to feel, +Awake! and with the blessing + Of Him who came to save, +A holy, peaceful triumph, + Shall greet the kneeling slave! + + + + +We ask not Martial Glory. + + +We ask not "martial glory," + Nor "battles bravely won;" +We tell no boastful story + To laud our "favorite son;" +We do not seek to gather + From glory's field of blood, +The laurels of the warrior, + Steeped in the crimson flood-- + +But we can boast that Birney + Holds not the tyrant's rod, +Nor binds in chains and fetters, + The image of his God; +No vassal, at his bidding, + Is doomed the lash to feel; +No menial crouches near him, + No Charley's[3] at his heel. + +His heart is free from murder, + His hand without its stain; +His head and heart united, + To loose the bondman's chain: +His deeds of noble daring, + Shall make the tyrant cower; +Oppression flees before him, + With all its boasted power. + +Soon shall the voice of freedom, + O'er earth its echoes roll-- +And earth's rejoicing millions + Be free, from pole to pole. +Then rally round your leader, + Ye friends of liberty; +And let the shout for Birney, + Ring out o'er land and sea. + +[Footnote 3: Clay's body servant.] + + + + +COME, JOIN THE ABOLITIONISTS. + +Air--"When I can read my title clear." + + +[Music] + +Come, join the Abolitionists, + Ye young men bold and strong, +And with a warm and cheerful zeal, + Come, help the cause along: +Come help the cause along, +Come help the cause along; +And with a warm and cheerful zeal, +Come, help the cause along. +Oh that will be joyful, joyful, joyful, +Oh that will be joyful, +When Slav'ry is no more, +When Slav'ry is no more, +When Slav'ry is no more: +'Tis then we'll sing, and off'rings bring, +When Slav'ry is no more. + +Come, join the Abolitionists, + Ye men of riper years, +And save your wives and children dear, + From grief and bitter tears: +From grief and bitter tears, +From grief and bitter tears; +And save your wives and children dear, +From grief and bitter tears. +Oh that will be joyful, joyful, joyful, +Oh that will be joyful, +When Slav'ry is no more, +When Slav'ry is no more, +When Slav'ry is no more: +'Tis then we'll sing, and off'rings bring, +When Slav'ry is no more. + +Come join the Abolitionists, + Ye dames and maidens fair; +And breathe around us in our path, + Affection's hallowed air. +O that will be joyful, joyful, joyful, +O that will be joyful, +When woman cheers us on, +When woman cheers us on, +When woman cheers us on, +To conquests not yet won; +'Tis then we'll sing, and offerings bring, +When woman cheers us on. + +Come, join the Abolitionists, + Ye sons and daughters all; +Of this our own America, + Come at the friendly call. +O that will be joyful, joyful, +O that will be joyful, +When all shall proudly say, +This, this is Freedom's day, +Oppression flee away! +'Tis then we'll sing and offerings bring, +When Freedom wins the day. + + + + +WE ARE COME, ALL COME. + +By G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +We are come, all come, with the crowded throng, +To join our notes in a plaintive song; +For the bond man sighs, and the scalding tear +Runs down his cheek while we mingle here. + +We are come, all come, with a hallowed vow, +At the shrine of slavery never to bow, +For the despot's reign o'er hill and plain, +Spreads grief and woe in his horrid train. + +We are come, all come, a determined band, +To rescue the slave from the tyrant's hand; +And our prayers shall ascend with our songs to Him +Who sits in the midst of the cherubim. + +We are come, all come, in the strength of youth, +In the light of hope and the power of truth; +And we joy to see in our ranks to-day, +The honored locks of the good and grey. + +We are come, all come, in our holy might, +And freedom's foes shall be put to flight; +Oh God! with favoring smiles from thee, +Our songs shall soon chant the victory. + + + + +THE LAW OF LOVE. + +Words by a Lady. Music by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +Blest is the man whose tender heart + Feels all another's pain, +To whom the supplicating eye + Was never raised in vain, + Was never raised in vain. + +Whose breast expands with generous warmth, + A stranger's woe to feel, +And bleeds in pity o'er the wound, + He wants the power to heal, + He wants the power to heal. + +He spreads his kind supporting arms, + To every child of grief; +His secret bounty largely flows, + And brings unasked relief. + +To gentle offices of love + His feet are never slow; +He views, through mercy's melting eye, + A brother in his foe. + +To him protection shall be shown, + And mercy from above +Descend on those, who thus fulfil + The perfect law of love. + + + + +Oh! Charity! + + +Oh charity! thou heavenly grace, + All tender, soft, and kind, +A friend to all the human race, + To all that's good inclined. + +The man of charity extends + To all his helping hand; +His kindred, neighbors, foes, and friends, + His pity may command. + +The sick, the prisoner, deaf, and blind, + And all the sons of grief, +In him a benefactor find; + He loves to give relief. + +'Tis love that makes religion sweet + 'Tis love that makes us rise; +With willing minds, and ardent feet, + To yonder happy skies. + + + + +THE MERCY SEAT. + +Words by Mrs. Sigourney. Music by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +From every stormy wind that blows, +From every swelling tide of woes, +There is a calm, a sure retreat-- +Our refuge is the Mercy-seat. + +There is a place where Jesus sheds +The oil of gladness on our heads, +A place than all beside more sweet-- +We seek the blood-bought Mercy-seat. + +There is a spot where spirits blend, +Where friend holds fellowship with friend; +Though sundered far, by faith we meet, +Around one common Mercy-Seat. + +Ah! whither could we flee for aid, +When hunted, scourged, oppressed, dismayed,-- +Or how our bloody foes defeat, +Had suffering slaves no Mercy-Seat! + +Oh! let these hands forget their skill, +These tongues be silent, cold, and still, +These throbbing hearts forget to beat, +If we forget the Mercy-Seat. + + + + +Friend of the Friendless. + + +God of my life! to thee I call, +Afflicted at thy feet I fall; +When the great water-floods prevail, +Leave not my trembling heart to fail. + +Friend of the friendless and the faint! +Where should I lodge my deep complaint? +Where but with thee, whose open door +Invites the helpless and the poor? + +Did ever mourner plead with thee, +And thou refuse that mourner's plea? +Does not thy word still fixed remain, +That none shall seek thy face in vain? + +Poor though I am, despised, forgot, +Yet God, my God forgets me not; +And he is safe, he must succeed, +For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead. + + + + +WAKE YE NUMBERS! + +Words by Lewis. Air, "Strike the Cymbals." + + +[Music] + +Wake ye numbers! from your slumbers + Hear the song of freedom pour! +By its shaking, fiercely breaking, + Every chain upon our shore. +Flags are waving, all tyrants braving, + Proudly, freely, o'er our plains; +Let no minions check our pinions, + While a single grief remains. +Proud oblations, thou Queen of nations! + Have been poured upon they waters; + Afric's bleeding sons and daughters, +Now before us, loud implore us, + Looking to Jehovah's throne, +Chains are wearing, hearts despairing, + Will ye hear a nation's moan? +Soothe their sorrow, ere the morrow + Change their aching hearts to stone: +Then the light of nature's smile +Freedom's realm shall bless the while; +And the pleasure mercy brings +Flow from all her latent springs; +Delight shall spread, shall spread her shining wings, + Rejoicing, Rejoicing, Rejoicing. + +Daily, nightly, burning brightly, + Glory's pillar fills the air; +Hearts are waking, chains are breaking, + Freedom bids her sons prepare: +O'er the ocean, in proud devotion, + Incense rises to the skies; +From our mountains, o'er our fountains, + See, our Eagle proudly flies! +What deploring impedes his soaring? + Millions still in bondage sighing! + Long in deep oppression lying! +Shall their story mar our glory? + Must their life in sorrow flow? +Tears are falling! fetters galling! + Listen to the cry of woe! +Still oppressing! never blessing! + Shall their grief no ending know? +Yes! our nation yet shall feel; +Time shall break the chain of steel; +Then the slave shall nobly stand; +Peace shall smile with lustre bland; +Glory shall crown our happy land-- + Forever. + + + + +COMFORT FOR THE BONDMAN. + +Air--"Indian Philosopher." + + +[Music] + +Come on, my partners in distress, +My comrades in this wilderness, + Who groan beneath your chains; +A while forget your griefs and fears, +And look beyond this vale of tears, + To yon celestial plains. + +Beyond the bounds of time and space, +Look forward to that heavenly place, + Which mortals never trod; +On faith's strong eagle pinions rise, +Work out your passage to the skies, + And scale the mount of God. + +If, like our Lord, we suffer here, +We shall before his face appear, + And at his side sit down; +To patient faith the prize is sure, +For all who to the end endure + Shall wear a glorious crown. + +Thrice blessed, exalted, blissful hope! +It lifts our fainting spirits up, + It brings to life the dead; +Our bondage here will soon be past, +Then we shall rise and reign at last, + Triumphant with our Head. + + + + +Come and see the Works of God. + + +Lift up to God the shout of joy, +Let all the earth its powers employ, + To sound his glorious praise; +Say, unto God--"How great art thou! +Thy foes before thy presence bow! + How gracious are thy ways! + +"To thee all lands their homage bring, +They raise the song, they shout, they sing + The honors of thy name." +Come! see the wondrous works of God; +How dreadful is his vengeful rod! + How wide extends his fame! + +He made a highway through the sea, +His people, long-enslaved, to free, + And give them Canaan's land; +Through endless years his reign extends, +His piercing eye to earth he bends-- + Ye despots! fear his hand. + +O! bless our God, lift up your voice +Ye people! sing aloud--rejoice-- + His mighty praise declare; +The Lord hath made our bondage cease, +Broke off our chains, brought sure release, + And turned to praise our prayer. + + + + +HARK! A VOICE FROM HEAVEN. + +Words by Oliver Johnson. Music--"Zion." + + +[Music] + +Hark! a voice from heaven proclaiming, + Comfort to the mourning slave; +God has heard him long complaining, + And extends his arm to save; + Proud oppression + Soon shall find a shameful grave; + Proud oppression, + Soon shall find a shameful end. + +See, the light of truth is breaking + Full and clear on every hand; +And the voice of mercy speaking, + Now is heard through all the land: + Firm and fearless, + See the friends of freedom stand. + +Lo! the nation is arousing + From its slumber long and deep; +And the friends of God are waking, + Never, never more to sleep, + While a bondman, + In his chains remains to weep. + +Long, too long, have we been dreaming + O'er our country's sin and shame: +Let us now, the time redeeming, + Press the helpless captive's claim-- + Till exulting, + He shall cast aside his chain. + + + + +THE PLEASANT LAND WE LOVE. + +Words by N.P. Willis. Air, Carrier Dove. + + +[Music] + +Joy to the pleasant land we love, + The land our fathers trod! +Joy to the land for which they won + "Freedom to worship God." +For peace on all its sunny hills, + On every mountain broods, +And sleeps by all its gushing rills, + And all its mighty floods. + +The wife sits meekly by the hearth, + Her infant child beside; +The father on his noble boy + Looks with a fearless pride. +The grey old man, beneath the tree, + Tales of his childhood tells; +And sweetly in the hush of morn + Peal out the Sabbath bells. + +And we ARE free--but is there not + One blot upon our name? +Is our proud record written fair + Upon the scroll of fame? +Our banner floateth by the shore, + Our flag upon the sea; +But when the fettered slave is loosed, + We shall be truly free! + + + + +The Freed Slave. + + +Yet once again, once more again, + My bark bounds o'er the wave; +They know not, who ne'er clanked the chain, + What 'tis to be a slave: +To sit alone, beside the wood, + And gaze upon the sky: +This may, indeed, be solitude, + But 'tis not slavery. + +Fatigued with labor's noontide task, + To sigh in vain for sleep; +Or faintly smile, our griefs to mask, + When 't would be joy to weep; +To court the shade of leafy bower, + Thirst for the freedom wave, +But to obtain denied the power-- + This is to be a slave! + +Son of the sword! on honor's field + 'Tis thine to find a grave; +Yet, when from life's worst ill 'twould shield, + It comes not to the slave. +The lightsome to the heavy heart, + The laugh changed to the sigh; +To live from all we love apart-- + Oh! this is slavery. + + + + +The Liberty Flag. + +ALTERED FROM J.H. AIKMAN. + + +Fling abroad its folds to the cooling breeze, + Let it float at the mast-head high; +And gather around, all hearts resolved, + To sustain it there or die: +An emblem of peace and hope to the world, + Unstained let it ever be; +And say to the world, where'er it waves, + Our flag is the flag of the free! + +That banner proclaims to the list'ning earth, + That the reign of base tyrants is o'er, +The galling chain of the cruel lord, + Shall enslave mankind no more: +An emblem of hope to the poor and crushed, + O place it where all may see; +And shout with glad voice as you raise it high, + Our flag is the flag of the free! + +Then on high, on high let that banner wave, + And lead us the foe to meet, +Let it float in triumph o'er our heads, + Or be our winding sheet; +And never, oh, never be it furled, + 'Till it wave o'er earth and sea; +And all mankind shall swell the shout + Our flag is the flag of the free. + + + + +MARCH TO THE BATTLEFIELD. + +Parody by G.W.C. Air "Oft in the stilly night." + + +[Music] + +March to the battlefield, + The foe is now before us; +Each heart is freedom's shield, + And heaven is smiling o'er us. +The woes and pains of slavery's chains, + That bind three millions under; +In proud disdain we'll burst their chain, + And tear each link asunder. + +Who for his country brave, + Would fly from her invader? +Who his base life to save + Would traitor like degrade her? +Our hallowed cause-- + Our homes and laws, +'Gainst tyrant hosts sustaining, + We'll win a crown of bright renown, +Or die, man's rights maintaining, + March to the battlefield, &c. + + + + +Oft in the Chilly Night. + +BY PIERPONT. + + +Oft in the chilly night, + Ere slumber's chain has bound me, +When all her silvery light + The moon is pouring round me, +Beneath its ray I kneel and pray + That God would give some token +That slavery's chains on Southern plains, + Shall all ere long be broken: +Yes, in the chilly night, + Though slavery's chain has bound me, +Kneel I, and feel the might + Of God's right arm around me. + +When at the driver's call, + In cold or sultry weather, +We slaves, both great and small, + Turn out to toil together, +I feel like one from whom the sun + Of hope has long departed; +And morning's light, and weary night, + Still find me broken hearted: +Thus, when the chilly breath + Of night is sighing round me, +Kneel I, and wish that death + In his cold chain had bound me. + + + + +SONG OF THE FREE. + +Parodied by G.W.C. Tune, Lutzow's Wild Hunt. + + +[Music] + +From valley and mountain, from hilltop and glen, + What shouts thro' the air are rebounding! +And echo is sending the sounds back again, + And loud thro' the air they are sounding, + And loud through the air they are sounding: +And if you ask what those joyous strains? + 'Tis the songs of bondmen now bursting their chains. + +And who through our nation is waging the fight? + What host from the battle is flying? +Our true hearted freemen maintain the right, + And the monster oppression is dying, + And the monster oppression is dying: +And if you ask what you there behold? +'Tis the army of freemen, the true and the bold. + +Too long have slave-holders triumphantly reigned, + Too long in their chains have they bound us; +To freedom awaking, no longer enchained, + The goddess of freedom has saved us, + The goddess of freedom has saved us: +And if you ask what has made us free? +'Tis the vote that gave us our liberty. + + + + +Holy Freedom. + +BY PIERPONT. + + +The bondmen are free in the isles of the main! + The chains from their limbs they are flinging! +They stand up as men!--never tyrant again, + In the pride of his heart, shall God's image profane! + It is Liberty's song that is ringing! +Hark! loud comes the cry o'er the bounding sea, + "Freedom! Freedom! Freedom, our joy is in thee!" + +Alas! that to-day, on Columbia's shore, + The groans of her slaves are resounding! +On plains of the South their life-blood they pour! +O, Freemen! blest Freemen! your help they implore! + It is Slavery's wail that is sounding! +Hark! loud comes the cry on the Southern gale, +"Freedom! Freedom! Freedom or death, must prevail!" + +O ye who are blest with fair Liberty's light, + With courage and hope all abounding, +With weapons of love be ye bold for the right! +By the preaching of truth put oppression to flight! + Then, your altars triumphant surrounding, +Loud, loud let the anthem of joy ring out! +"Freedom! Freedom!" list all the world to the shout! + + + + +YE SONS OF FREEMEN. + +Words by Mrs. J.G. Carter. Air, "Marseilles Hymn." + + +[Music] + + Ye sons of freemen wake to sadness, + Hark! hark, what myriads bid you rise; + Three millions of our race in madness + Break out in wails, in bitter cries, + Break out in wails, in bitter cries; + Must men whose hearts now bleed with anguish, + Yes, trembling slaves, in freedom's land + Endure the lash, nor raise a hand? + Must nature 'neath the whip-cord languish? + Have pity on the slave, + Take courage from God's word; +Pray on, pray on, all hearts resolved, these captives shall be free. + + The fearful storm--it threatens lowering, + Which God in mercy long delays; + Slaves yet may see their masters cowering, + While whole plantations smoke and blaze! + While whole plantations smoke and blaze! + And we may now prevent the ruin, + Ere lawless force with guilty stride + Shall scatter vengeance far and wide-- + With untold crimes their hands embruing. + Have pity on the slave; + Take courage from God's word; +Pray, on, pray on, all hearts resolved--these captives shall be free! + + With luxury and wealth surrounded, + The southern masters proudly dare, + With thirst of gold and power unbounded, + To mete and vend God's light and air! + To mete and vend God's light and air; + Like beasts of burden, slaves are loaded, + Till life's poor toilsome day is o'er; + While they in vain for right implore; + And shall they longer still be goaded? + Have pity on the slave; + Take courage from God's word; +Toil on, toil on, all hearts resolved these captives shall be free. + + O Liberty! can man e'er bind thee? + Can overseers quench thy flame? + Can dungeons, bolts, or bars confine thee, + Or threats thy Heaven born spirit tame? + Or threats thy Heaven born spirit tame? + Too long the slave has groaned bewailing + The power these heartless tyrants wield; + Yet free them not by sword or shield, + For with men's heart's they're unavailing, + Have pity on the slave: + Take courage from God's word; +Vote on! vote on! all hearts resolved--these captives shall be free! + + + + +ARE YE TRULY FREE? + +Words by J.R. Lowell. Air, "Martyn." + + +[Music] + +Men! whose boast it is that ye +Come of fathers brave and free; +If there breathe on earth a slave, +Are ye truly free and brave? +Are ye not base slaves indeed, +Men unworthy to be freed? +If ye do not feel the chain, +When it works a brother's pain? + +Women! who shall one day bear +Sons to breathe God's bounteous air, +If ye hear without a blush, +Deeds to make the roused blood rush +Like red lava through your veins, +For your sisters now in chains; +Answer! are ye fit to be +Mothers of the brave and free? + +Is true freedom but to break +Fetters for our own dear sake, +And, with leathern hearts forget +That we owe mankind a debt? +No! true freedom is to share +All the chains our brothers wear, +And with hand and heart to be +Earnest to make others free. + +They are slaves who fear to speak +For the fallen and the weak; +They are slaves, who will not choose +Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, +Rather than, in silence, shrink +From the truth they needs must think; +They are slaves, who dare not be +In the right with _two_ or _three_. + + + + +That's my Country. + + +Does the land, in native might, +Pant for Liberty and Right? +Long to cast from human kind +Chains of body and of mind-- +That's my country, that's the land +I can love with heart and hand, +O'er her miseries weep and sigh, +For her glory live and die. + +Does the land her banner wave, +Most invitingly, to save; +Wooing to her arms of love, +Strangers who would freemen prove? +That's the land to which I cling, +Of her glories I can sing, +On her altar nobly swear +Higher still her fame to rear. + +Does the land no conquest make, +But the war for honor's sake-- +Count the greatest triumph won, +That which most of good has done-- +That's the land approved of God; +That's the land whose stainless sod +O'er my sleeping dust shall bloom, +Noblest land and noblest tomb! + + + + +LIBERTY BATTLE-SONG. + +From "The Emancipator." Air--"Our Warrior's Heart." + + +[Music] + +Arouse, ye friends of law and right, + Arouse, arouse, arouse! +All who in Freedom's cause delight, + Arouse, arouse, arouse! +The time, the time, is drawing near, +When we must at our posts appear; +Then clear the decks for action, clear! + Arouse, arouse, arouse! + +Awake, and couch Truth's fatal dart + Awake! awake! awake! +Bid error to the shades depart, + Awake! awake! awake! +Prepare to deal the deadly blow, +To lay the power of Slavery low, +A ballot, lads, is our veto; + Awake! awake! awake! + +Arise! ye sons of honest toil, + Arise! arise! arise! +Ye free-born tillers of the soil, + Arise! arise! arise! +Come from your workshops and the field, +We've sworn to conquer ere we'll yield; +The ballot-box is Freedom's shield, + Arise! arise! arise! + +Unite, and strike for equal laws, + Unite! unite! unite! +For equal Justice! that's our cause + Unite! unite! unite! +Shall the vile slavites win the day? +Shall men of whips and blood bear sway? +Unite, and dash their chains away, + Unite! unite! unite! + +March on! and vote the hireling down, + March on! march on! march on! +Our blighted land with blessings crown, + March on! march on! march on! +Shall Manhood ever wear the chain? +Shall Freedom look to us in vain? +Up to the struggle! Strike again! + March on! march on! march on! + +Hurrah! the word pass down the line, + Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! +Birney's and Morris' name shall shine, + Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! +Like comets, on their country's page, +Without a cloud, undimmed by age, +Revered by patriot and by sage; + Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! + + + + +Birney and Liberty. + + +Hurrah! the ball is rolling on, + Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! +In spite of whig or loco don, + Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! +Our country still has hopes to rise, +The bravest efforts win the prize, + Hurrah! &c. + +With joy elate our friends appear, + Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! +Our vaunting foes are filled with fear, + Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! +Ten thousand slaves have run away +From Georgia to Canada; + Hurrah! &c. + +Lo! all the world for Birney now, + Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! +See! as he comes the parties bow, + Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! +No iron mixed with miry clay, +Will ever do, the people say, + Hurrah! &c. + +Then up, ye hearties, one and all! + Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! +Be faithful to your country's call; + Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! +Let none the vote of freedom shun, +Run to the meeting--run, run, run! + Hurrah, &c. + +Be Birney's name the one you choose, + Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! +Let not a soul his ballot lose, + Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! +No other man in this our day +Will ever do, the people say: + Hurrah! &c. + + + + +THE BALLOT-BOX. + +Air--from "Lincoln." + + +[Music] + +Freedom's consecrated dower, + Casket of a priceless gem! +Nobler heritage of power, + Than imperial diadem! +Corner-stone, on which was reared, + Liberty's triumphal dome, +When her glorious form appeared, + 'Midst our own Green Mountain home. + +Guard it, Freemen! guard it well, + Spotless as your maiden's fame! +Never let your children tell + Of your weakness, of your shame; +That their fathers basely sold, + What was bought with blood and toil, +That you bartered right for gold, + Here, on Freedom's sacred soil. + +Let your eagle's quenchless eye, + Fixed, unerring, sleepless, bright, +Watch, when danger hovers nigh, + From his lofty mountain height; +While the stripes and stars shall wave + O'er this treasure, pure and free-- +The land's Palladium, it shall save + The home and shrine of liberty. + + + + +Christian Mother. + +BY MISS C. + + +Christian mother, when thy prayer, +Trembles on the twilight air, +And thou askest God to keep +In their waking and their sleep, +Those, whose love is more to thee +Than the wealth of land or sea-- +Think of those who wildly mourn +For the loved ones from them torn. + +Christian daughter, sister, wife, +Ye who wear a guarded life, +Ye, whose bliss hangs not, thank God, +On a tyrant's word or nod, +Will ye hear, with careless eye, +Of the wild, despairing cry, +Rising up from human hearts, +As their latest bliss departs. + +Blest ones, whom no hands on earth, +Dare to wrench from home and hearth, +Ye, whose hearts are sheltered well, +By affection's holy spell; +Oh, forget not those for whom +Life is nought but changeless gloom! +O'er whose days, so woe-begone, +Hope may paint no brighter dawn. + + + + +THE LIBERTY PARTY. + +Words by E. Wright, jr. Tune--"'Tis Dawn, the Lark is Singing." + + +[Music] + +Will ye despise the acorn, + Just thrusting out its shoot, +Ye giants of the forest, + That strike the deepest root? +Will ye despise the streamlets + Upon the mountain side; +Ye broad and mighty rivers, + On sweeping to the tide? + +Wilt thou despise the crescent, + That trembles, newly born, +Thou bright and peerless planet, + Whose reign shall reach the morn? +Time now his scythe is whetting, + Ye giant oaks, for you; +Ye floods, the sea is thirsting, + To drink you like the dew. + +That crescent, faint and trembling, + Her lamp shall nightly trim, +Till thou, imperious planet, + Shall in her light grow dim; +And so shall wax the Party, + Now feeble at its birth, +Till Liberty shall cover + This tyrant trodden earth. + +That party, as we term it, + The Party of the Whole-- +Has for its firm foundation, + The substance of the soul; +It groweth out of Reason, + The strongest soil below; +The smaller is its budding, + The more its room to grow! + +Then rally to its banners, + Supported by the true-- +The weakest are the waning, + The many are the few: +Of what is small, but living, + God makes himself the nurse; +While "Onward" cry the voices + Of all his universe. + +Our plant is of the cedar, + That knoweth not decay: +Its growth shall bless the mountains, + Till mountains pass away. +God speed the infant party, + The party of the whole-- +And surely he will do it, + While reason is its soul. + + + + +BE FREE, O MAN, BE FREE. + +Words by Mary H. Maxwell. Music by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +The storm-winds wildly blowing, + The bursting billows mock, +As with their foam-crests glowing, + They dash the sea-girt rock; +Amid the wild commotion, + The revel of the sea, +A voice is on the ocean, + Be free, O man, be free. + +Behold the sea-brine leaping + High in the murky air; +List to the tempest sweeping + In chainless fury there. +What moves the mighty torrent, + And bids it flow abroad? +Or turns the rapid current? + What, but the voice of God? + +Then, answer, is the spirit + Less noble or less free? +From whom does it inherit + The doom of slavery? +When man can bind the waters, + That they no longer roll, +Then let him forge the fetters + To clog the human soul. + +Till then a voice is stealing + From earth and sea, and sky, +And to the soul revealing + Its immortality. +The swift wind chants the numbers + Careering o'er the sea, +And earth aroused from slumbers, + Re-echoes, "Man, be free." + + + + +Arouse! Arouse! + + +Arouse, arouse, arouse! + Ye bold New England men! +No more with sullen brows, + Remain as ye have been: +Your country's freedom calls, + Once bought by patriots' blood; +Rouse, or that freedom falls + Beneath the tyrant's rod! + +Three million men in chains, + Your friendly aid implore; +Slight you the piteous strains + That from their bosoms pour? +Shall it be told in story, + Or troll'd in burning song, +New England's boasted glory + Forgot the bondman's wrong? + +Shall freeman's sons be taunted, + That freedom's spirit's fled; +That what the fathers vaunted, + With sordid sons is dead? +That they in grovelling gain + Have lost their ancient fire, +And 'neath the despot's chain, + Let liberty expire? + +Oh no, your father's bones + Would cry out from the ground; +Ay, e'en New England's stones + Would echo on the sound: +Rouse, then, New England men! + Rally in freedom's name! +In your bosoms once again + Light up the sleeping flame! + + + + +THE LAST NIGHT OF SLAVERY. + +Tune--"Cherokee Death-song." + + +[Music] + + Let the floods clap their hands, + Let the mountains rejoice, + Let all the glad lands + Breathe a jubilant voice; +The sun that now sets on the waves of the sea +Shall gild with his rising the land of the free. + + Let the islands be glad! + For their King in his might, + Who his glory hath clad + With a garment of light, +In the waters the beams of his chambers hath laid, +And in the green waters his pathway hath made. + + No more shall the deep, + Lend its awe-stricken waves, + In their caverns to steep + Its wild burden of slaves; +The Lord sitteth King--sitteth King on the flood, +He heard, and hath answered the voice of their blood. + + Dispel the blue haze, + Golden fountain of morn! + With meridian blaze + The wide ocean adorn: +The sunlight has touched the glad waves of the sea, +And day now illumines the land of the free. + + + + +THE LITTLE SLAVE GIRL. + +Words by a Lady. Air--Morgiana in Ireland. + + +[Music] + +When bright morning lights the hills, + Where free children sing most cheerily, +My young breast with sorrow fills, + While here I plod my way so wearily: + Sad my face, more sad my heart, +From home, from all I had to part, +A loving mother, my sister, my brother, +For chains and lash in hopeless misery, + Children try it, could you try it; +But one day to live in slavery, + Children try it, try it, try it; +Come, come, give me liberty. + +Ere I close my eyes to sleep, + Thoughts of home keep coming over me; +All alone I wake and weep-- + Yet mother hears not--no one pities me-- + Never smiling, sick, forlorn, +Oh that I had ne'er been born! +I should not sorrow to die to-morrow, +Then mother earth would kindly shelter me; + Children try it, could you try it! +Give me freedom, yes, from misery! + Children try it, try it, try it! +Come, come, give me Liberty! + + + + +STOLEN WE WERE. + +Words by a Colored Man. + + +[Music] + +Stolen we were from Africa, +Transported to America; +It's work all day and half the night, +And rise before the morning light; + Sinner! man! why don't you repent? + For the judgment is rolling around! + For the judgment is rolling around! + +Like the brute beast in public street, +Endure the cold and stand the heat; +King Jesus told you once before +To go your way and sin no more; + Sinner! man! &c. + +If e'er I reach the Northern shore, +I'll ne'er go back, no, never more; +I think I hear these ladies say, +We'll sing for Freedom night and day; + Sinner! man! &c. + +Now let us all, yes, every man, +Vote for the Slave, for now we can; +Break every chain and every yoke, +Vote not for Clay nor James K. Polk; + Sinner! man! &c. + +Come let us go for James G. Birney, +Who sells not flesh and blood for money; +He is the man you all can see, +Who gave his slaves their liberty; + Sinner! man! &c. + +We hail thee as an honest Man, +God made thee on his noblest plan; +To stand for freedom in that hour, +To thrust a blow at Slavery's power; + Sinner! man! &c. + + + + +A VISION.[4] + +Words by Crary. Music by G.W.C. + +[Footnote 4: Scene in the nether world--purporting to be a +conversation between the departed ghost of a Southern slaveholding +clergyman, and the devil!] + + +[Music] + +At dead of night, when others sleep, + Near Hell I took my station; +And from that dungeon, dark and deep, + O'erheard this conversation: +"Hail, Prince of Darkness, ever hail, + Adored by each infernal, +I come among your gang to wail, + And taste of death eternal." + +"Where are you from?" the fiend demands, + "What makes you look so frantic? +Are you from Carolina's strand, + Just west of the Atlantic? +Are you that man of blood and birth, + Devoid of human feeling? +The wretch I saw, when last on earth, + In human cattle dealing? + +"Whose soul, with blood and rapine stain'd, + With deeds of crime to dark it; +Who drove God's image, starved and chained, + To sell like beasts in market? +Who tore the infant from the breast, + That you might sell its mother? +Whose craving mind could never rest, + Till you had sold a brother? + +"Who gave the sacrament to those + Whose chains and handcuffs rattle? +Whose backs soon after felt the blows, + More heavy than thy cattle?" +"I'm from the South," the ghost replies, + "And I was there a teacher; +Saw men in chains, with laughing eyes: + I was a Southern Preacher! + +"In tassled pulpits, gay and fine, + I strove to please the tyrants, +To prove that slavery is divine, + And what the Scripture warrants. +And when I saw the horrid sight, + Of slaves by tortures dying, +And told their masters all was right, + I knew that I was lying. + +"I knew all this, and who can doubt, + I felt a sad misgiving? +But still, I knew, if I spoke out, + That I should lose my living. +They made me fat, they paid me well, + To preach down abolition, +I slept--I died--I woke in Hell, + How altered my condition! + +"I now am in a sea of fire, + Whose fury ever rages; +I am a slave, and can't get free, + Through everlasting ages. +Yes! when the sun and moon shall fade, + And fire the rocks dissever, +I must sink down beneath the shade, + And feel God's wrath for ever." + +Our Ghost stood trembling all the while-- + He saw the scene transpiring; +With soul aghast and visage sad, + All hope was now retiring. +The Demon cried, on vengeance bent, + "I say, in haste, retire! +And you shall have a negro sent + To attend and punch the fire." + + + + +GET OFF THE TRACK. + +Words by Jesse Hutchinson. Air, "Dan Tucker." + + +[Music] + +Ho! the car Emancipation +Rides majestic thro' our nation, +Bearing on its train the story, +Liberty! a nation's glory. + Roll it along, roll it along, roll it along, thro' the nation, + Freedom's car, Emancipation! + +Men of various predilections, +Frightened, run in all directions; +Merchants, editors, physicians, +Lawyers, priests, and politicians. + Get out of the way! every station! + Clear the track of 'mancipation! + +Let the ministers and churches +Leave behind sectarian lurches; +Jump on board the Car of Freedom, +Ere it be too late to need them. + Sound the alarm! Pulpits thunder! + Ere too late you see your blunder! + +Politicians gazed, astounded, +When, at first, our bell resounded: +_Freight trains_ are coming, tell these foxes, +With our _votes_ and _ballot boxes_. + Jump for your lives! politicians, + From your dangerous, false positions. + +Railroads to Emancipation +Cannot rest on _Clay_ foundation. +And the _tracks_ of '_The Polk-itian_' +Are but railroads to perdition! + Pull up the rails! Emancipation + Cannot rest on such foundation. + +All true friends of Emancipation, +Haste to Freedom's railroad station; +Quick into the cars get seated, +All is ready and completed.-- + Put on the steam! all are crying, + And the liberty flags are flying. + +On, triumphant see them bearing, +Through sectarian rubbish tearing; +The bell and whistle and the steaming, +Startle thousands from their dreaming. + Look out for the cars while the bell rings! + Ere the sound your funeral knell rings. + +See the people run to meet us; +At the depots thousands greet us; +All take seats with exultation, +In the Car Emancipation. + Huzza! Huzza!! Emancipation + Soon will bless our happy nation. + Huzza! Huzza! Huzza!!! + + + + +EMANCIPATION SONG. + +Words from the "Bangor Gazette." Air, "Crambambule." + + +[Music] + +Let waiting throngs now lift their voices, + As Freedom's glorious day draws near, +While every gentle tongue rejoices, + And each bold heart is filled with cheer, +The slave has seen the Northern star, +He'll soon be free, hurrah, hurrah! +Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah, hurrah! + +Though many still are writhing under + The cruel whips of "chevaliers," +Who mothers from their children sunder, + And scourge them for their helpless tears-- +Their safe deliv'rance is not far! +The day draws nigh!--hurrah, hurrah! + +Just ere the dawn the darkness deepest + Surrounds the earth as with a pall; +Dry up thy tears, O thou that weepest, + That on thy sight the rays may fall! +No doubt let now thy bosom mar: +Send up the shout--hurrah, hurrah! + +Shall we distrust the God of Heaven?-- + He every doubt and fear will quell; +By him the captive's chains are riven-- + So let us loud the chorus swell! +Man shall be free from cruel law,-- +Man shall be MAN!--hurrah, hurrah! + +No more again shall it be granted + To southern overseers to rule-- +No more will pilgrims' sons be taunted + With cringing low in slavery's school. +So clear the way for Freedom's car-- +The free shall rule!--hurrah, hurrah! + +Send up the shout Emancipation-- + From heaven let the echoes bound-- +Soon will it bless this franchised nation,-- + Come raise again the stirring sound? +Emancipation near and far-- +Swell up the shout--hurrah! hurrah! + + + + +HARBINGER OF LIBERTY. + +Words by a Lady. Music by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +See yon glorious star ascending, + Brightly o'er the Southern sea! +Truth and peace on earth portending, + Herald of a jubilee! + Hail it, Freemen! Hail it, Freemen! + 'Tis the star of Liberty. + +Dim at first--but widely spreading, + Soon 'twill burst supremely bright, +Life and health and comfort shedding + O'er the shades of moral night; + Hail it, Bondmen! + Slavery cannot bear its light. + +Few its rays--'t is but the dawning + Of the reign of truth and peace; +Joy to slaves--yet sad forewarning, + To the tyrants of our race; + Tremble, Tyrants! + Soon your cruel pow'r will cease. + +Earth is brighten'd by the glory + Of its mild and peaceful rays; +Ransom'd slaves shall tell the story, + See its light, and sing its praise; + Hail it, Christians! + Harbinger of better days. + + + + +Light of Truth. + + +Hark! a voice from heaven proclaiming + Comfort to the mourning slave; +God has heard him long complaining, + And extends his arm to save; + Proud Oppression + Soon shall find a shameful grave. + +See! the light of truth is breaking, + Full and clear on ev'ry hand; +And the voice of mercy, speaking, + Now is heard through all the land; + Firm and fearless, + See the friends of Freedom stand! + +Lo! the nation is arousing + From its slumbers, long and deep; +And the church of God is waking, + Never, never more to sleep, + While a bondman, + In his chains remains to weep. + +Long, too long, have we been dreaming, + O'er our country's sin and shame; +Let us now, the time redeeming, + Press the helpless captive's claim, + Till, exulting, + He shall cast aside his chain. + + + + +ODE TO JAMES G. BIRNEY. + +Words by Elizur Wright. Music by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +We hail thee, Birney, just and true, + The calm and fearless, staunch and tried, +The bravest of the valiant few, + Our country's hope, our country's pride! +In Freedom's battle take the van; +We hail thee as an honest man. + +Thy country, in her darkest hour, + When heroes bend at Mammon's shrine, +And virtue sells herself to Power, + Lights up in smiles at deeds like thine! +Then welcome to the battle's van-- +We _hail_ thee as an HONEST MAN! + +Thy own example leads the way + From Egypt's gloom to Canaan's light; +Thy justice is the breaking day + Of Slavery's long and guilty night; +Then welcome to the battle's van-- +We hail thee as an honest man. + +Thine is the eagle eye to see, + And thine a human heart to feel; +A worthy leader of the free, + We'll trust thee with a Nation's weal; +We'll trust thee in the battle's van-- +We _hail_ thee as an honest man. + +An _honest man_--an _honest man_-- + God made thee on his noblest plan, +To do the right and brave the scorn; + To stand in Freedom's "hope forlorn;" +Then welcome to the triumph's van-- +WE HAIL THEE AS OUR CHOSEN MAN! + + + + +A TRIBUTE TO DEPARTED WORTH.[5] + +[Footnote 5: As sung by G.W.C. at the erection of the monument to the +memory of Myron Holley, Mount Hope, Rochester. It may be sung as a +Dirge.] + + +[Music] + +Oh, it is not the tear at this moment shed, + When the cold turf has just been laid o'er him, +That can tell how beloved was the soul that's fled, + Or how deep in our hearts we deplore him: +'Tis the tear through many a long day wept, + Through a life by his loss all shaded, +'Tis the sad remembrance fondly kept, + When all other griefs have faded. + +Oh! thus shall we mourn, and his memory's light + While it shines through our hearts will improve them; +For worth shall look fairer, and truth more bright, + When we think how he lived but to love them. +And as buried saints the grave perfume, + Where fadeless they've long been lying;-- +So our hearts shall borrow a sweetening bloom + From the image he left there in dying. + + + + +THE LIBERTY VOTER'S SONG. + +Words by E. Wright, jr. Air, from "Niel Gow's Farewell." + + +[Music] + +The vote, the vote, the mighty vote, +Though once we used a humbler note, +And prayed our servants to be just, +We tell the now they must, they must. + +Chorus. + + The tyrant's grapple, by our vote, + We'll loosen from our brother's throat, + With Washington we here agree, + The vote's the weapon of the free. + +We'll scatter not the precious power +On parties that to slavery cower; +But make it one against the wrong, +Till down it comes, a million strong. + The tyrant's grapple, &c. + +We'll bake the dough-face with our vote, +Who stood the scorching when we wrote; +And paler than the milky way, +We'll bake the plastic face of CLAY. + The tyrant's grapple, &c. + +Our vote shall teach all statesmen law, +Who in the Southern harness draw; +So well contented to be slaves, +They fain would prove their fathers knaves! + The tyrant's grapple, &c. + +We'll not provoke our wives to use +A power that we through fear abuse; +His mother shall not blush to own +One voter of us for a son. + The tyrant's grapple, by our vote, + We'll loosen from our brother's throat; + With Washington we here agree, + Whose MOTHER taught him to be free! + + + + +THE LIBERTY BALL. + +G.W.C. Air, "Rosin the Bow." + + +[Music] + +Come all ye true friends of the nation, + Attend to humanity's call; +Come aid the poor slave's liberation, + And roll on the liberty ball-- + And roll on the liberty ball-- + And roll on the liberty ball, + Come aid the poor slave's liberation, + And roll on the liberty ball. + +The Liberty hosts are advancing-- + For freedom to _all_ they declare; +The down-trodden millions are sighing-- + Come, break up our gloom of despair. + Come break up our gloom of despair, &c. + +Ye Democrats, come to the rescue, + And aid on the liberty cause, +And millions will rise up and bless you + With heart-cheering songs of applause, + With heart-cheering songs, &c. + +Ye Whigs forsake CLAY and _John Tyler_! + And boldly step into our ranks; +We'll spread our pure banner still wider, + And invite all the friends of the banks,-- + And invite all the friends of the banks, &c. + +And when we have formed the blest union + We'll firmly march on, one and all-- +We'll sing when we meet in communion, + And _roll on_ the liberty ball, + And roll on the liberty ball, &c. + +How can you stand halting while virtue + Is sweetly appealing to all; +Then haste to the standard of duty, + And roll on the liberty ball; + And roll on the liberty ball, &c. + +The question of test is now turning, + And freedom or slavery must fall, +While hope in the bosom is burning, + We'll roll on the liberty ball; + We'll roll on the liberty ball, &c. + +Ye freemen attend to your voting, + Your ballots will answer the call; +And while others attend to _log-rolling_, + We'll roll on the liberty ball-- + We'll roll on the liberty ball, &c. + + + + +The Trumpet of Freedom. + + +HARK! hark! to the TRUMPET of FREEDOM! + Her rallying signal she blows: +Come, gather around her broad banner, + And battle 'gainst Liberty's foes. + +Our forefathers plighted their honor, + Their lives and their property, too, +To maintain in defiance of Britain, + Their principles, righteous and true. + +We'll show to the world we are worthy + The blessings our ancestors won, +And finish the temple of Freedom, + That HANCOCK and FRANKLIN begun. + +Hurra, for the old-fashioned doctrine, + That men are created all free! +We ever will boldly maintain it, + Nor care who the tyrant may be. + +When Poland was fighting for freedom, + Our voices went over the sea, +To bid her God-speed in the contest-- + That Poland, like us, might be free. + +When down-trodden Greece had up-risen, + And baffled the Mahomet crew; +We rejoiced in the glorious issue, + That Greece had her liberty, too. + +Repeal, do we also delight in-- + Three cheers for the "gem of the sea!" +And soon may the bright day be dawning, + When Ireland, like us, shall be free. + +Like us, who are foes to oppression; + But not like America now. +With shame do we blush to confess it, + Too many to slavery bow. + +We're foes unto wrong and oppression, + No matter which side of the sea; +And ever intend to oppose them, + Till all of God's image are free. + +Some tell us because men are colored, + They should not our sympathy share; +We ask not the form or complexion-- + The seal of our Maker is there! + +Success to the old-fashioned doctrine, + That men are created all free! +And down with the power of the despot, + Wherever his strongholds may be. + +We're proud of the name of a freeman, + And proud of the character, too; +And never will do any action, + Save such as a freeman may do. + +We'll finish the Temple of Freedom, + And make it capacious within, +That all who seek shelter may find it, + Whatever the hue of their skin. + +For thus the Almighty designed It, + And gave to our fathers the plan; +Intending that liberty's blessings, + Should rest upon every man. + +Then up with the cap-stone and cornice, + With columns encircle its wall, +Throw open its gateway, and make it + A HOME AND A REFUGE FOR ALL! + + + + +BREAK EVERY YOKE. + +Tune--"O no, we never mention her." + + +[Music] + +Break every yoke, the Gospel cries, +And let th' oppressed go free, +Let every captive taste the joys +Of peace and liberty. + +Send thy good Spirit from above, +And melt th' oppressor's heart, +Send sweet deliv'rance to the slave, +And bid his woes depart. + +Lord, when shall man thy voice obey, +And rend each iron chain, +Oh when shall love its golden sway, +O'er all the earth maintain. + +With freedom's blessings crown his day-- +O'erflow his heart with love, +Teach him that straight and narrow way, +Which leads to rest above. + + + + +THE YANKEE GIRL. + +Words by Whittier. Music by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +She sings by her wheel at that low cottage door, +Which the long evening shadow is stretching before; +With a music as sweet as the music which seems +Breathed softly and faint in the ear of our dreams! + +How brilliant and mirthful the light of her eye, +Like a star glancing out from the blue of the sky! +And lightly and freely her dark tresses play +O'er a brow and a bosom as lovely as they! + +Who comes in his pride to that low cottage-door-- +The haughty and rich to the humble and poor? +'Tis the great Southern planter--the master who waves +His whip of dominion o'er hundreds of slaves. + +"Nay, Ellen--for shame! Let those Yankee fools spin, +Who would pass for our slaves with a change of their skin; +Let them toil as they will at the loom or the wheel, +Too stupid for shame, and too vulgar to feel! + +"But thou art too lovely and precious a gem +To be bound to their burdens and sullied by them-- +For shame, Ellen, shame!--cast thy bondage aside, +And away to the South, as my blessing and pride. + +"Oh, come where no winter thy footsteps can wrong, +But where flowers are blossoming all the year long, +Where the shade of the palm tree is over my home, +And the lemon and orange are white in their bloom! + +"Oh, come to my home, where my servants shall all +Depart at thy bidding and come at thy call; +They shall heed thee as mistress with trembling and awe, +And each wish of thy heart shall be felt as a law." + +Oh, could ye have seen her--that pride of our girls-- +Arise and cast back the dark wealth of her curls, +With a scorn in her eye which the gazer could feel, +And a glance like the sunshine that flashes on steel! + +"Go back, haughty Southron! thy treasures of gold +Are dim with the blood of the hearts thou hast sold! +Thy home may be lovely, but round it I hear +The crack of the whip and the footsteps of fear! + +"And the sky of thy South may be brighter than ours, +And greener thy landscapes, and fairer thy flowers; +But, dearer the blast round our mountains which raves, +Than the sweet summer zephyr which breathes over slaves! + +"Full low at thy bidding thy negroes may kneel, +With the iron of bondage on spirit and heel; +Yet know that the Yankee girl sooner would be +In _fetters_ with _them_, than in freedom with _thee_!" + + + + +FREEDOM'S GATHERING. + +Words from the Pennsylvania Freeman. Music by G.W.C. + + +[Music] + +A voice has gone forth, and the land is awake! +Our freemen shall gather from ocean to lake, +Our cause is as pure as the earth ever saw, +And our faith we will pledge in the thrilling huzza. + Then huzza, then huzza, +Truth's glittering falchion for freedom we draw. + +Let them blacken our names and pursue us with ill, +Our hearts shall be faithful to liberty still; +Then rally! then rally! come one and come all, +With harness well girded, and echo the call. + +Thy hill-tops, New England, shall leap at the cry, +And the prairie and far distant south shall reply; +It shall roll o'er the land till the farthermost glen +Gives back the glad summons again and again. + +Oppression shall hear in its temple of blood, +And read on its wall the handwriting of God; +Niagara's torrent shall thunder it forth, +It shall burn in the sentinel star of the North. + +It shall blaze in the lightning, and speak in the thunder, +Till Slavery's fetters are riven asunder, +And freedom her rights has triumphantly won, +And our country her garments of beauty put on. + Then huzza, then huzza, +Truth's glittering falchion for freedom we draw. + +Let them blacken our names, and pursue us with ill, +We bow at thy altar, sweet liberty still! +As the breeze f'm the mountain sweeps over the river, +So, changeless and free, shall our thoughts be, for ever. + +Then on to the conflict for freedom and truth; +Come Matron, come Maiden, come Manhood and youth, +Come gather! come gather! come one and come all, +And soon shall the altars of Slavery fall. + +The forests shall know it, and lift up their voice, +To bid the green prairies and valleys rejoice; +And the "Father of Waters," join Mexico's sea, +In the anthem of Nature for millions set free. + Then huzza! then huzza! +Truth's glittering falchion for freedom we draw. + + + + +Be kind to each other. + +BY CHARLES SWAIN. + + +Be kind to each other! + The night's coming on, +When friend and when brother + Perchance may be gone! +Then 'midst our dejection, + How sweet to have earned +The blest recollection, + Of kindness--returned! + +When day hath departed, + And memory keeps +Her watch, broken-hearted, + Where all she loved sleeps! +Let falsehood assail not, + Nor envy disprove-- +Let trifles prevail not + Against those ye love! + +Nor change with to-morrow, + Should fortune take wing, +But the deeper the sorrow, + The closer still cling! +Oh! be kind to each other! + The night's coming on, +When friend and when brother + Perchance may be gone. + + + + +PRAISE AND PRAYER. + +Words by Miss Chandler. + + +[Music] + +Praise for slumbers of the night, +For the wakening morning's light, +For the board with plenty spread, +Gladness o'er the spirit shed; +Healthful pulse and cloudless eye, +Opening on the smiling sky. + +Praise! for loving hearts that still +With life's bounding pulses thrill; +Praise, that still our own may know-- +Earthly joy and earthly woe. +Praise for every varied good, +Bounteous round our pathway strew'd! + +Prayer! for grateful hearts to raise +Incense meet of prayer and praise! +Prayer, for spirits calm and meek, +Wisdom life's best joys to seek; +Strength 'midst devious paths to tread-- +That through which the Saviour led. + +Prayer! for those who, day by day, +Weep their bitter life away; +Prayer, for those who bind the chain +Rudely on their throbbing vein-- +That repentance deep may win +Pardon for the fearful sin! + + + + +THE SLAVE'S LAMENTATION. + +A Parody by Tucker. Air, "Long, long ago." + + +[Music] + +Where are the friends that to me were so dear, + Long, long ago, long, long ago! +Where are the hopes that my heart used to cheer? + Long, long ago, long, long ago! +Friends that I loved in the grave are laid low, +All hope of freedom hath fled from me now. +I am degraded, for man was my foe, + Long, long ago, long, long ago! + +Sadly my wife bowed her beautiful head-- + Long, long ago--long ago! +Oh, how I wept when I found she was dead! + Long, long ago--long ago! +She was my angel, my love and my pride-- +Vainly to save her from torture I tried, +Poor broken heart! She rejoiced as she died, + Long, long ago--long, long ago! + +Let me look back on the days of my youth-- + Long, long ago--long ago! +Master withheld from me knowledge and truth-- + Long, long ago--long ago! +Crushed all the hopes of my earliest day, +Sent me from father and mother away-- +Forbade me to read, nor allowed me to pray-- + Long, long ago--long, long ago! + + + + +THE STRANGER AND HIS FRIEND. + +Montgomery and Denison. Tune, "Duane Street." + + +[Music] + +A poor wayfaring man of grief, + Hath often crossed me on my way, +Who sued so humbly for relief, + That I could never answer nay; +I had not power to ask his name, +Whither he went or whence he came; +Yet there was something in his eye, +Which won my love, I knew not why. + +Once, when my scanty meal was spread, + He entered--not a word he spake-- +Just perishing for want of bread, + I gave him all; he blessed it, brake, +And ate, but gave me part again: +Mine was an angel's portion then, +For while I fed with eager haste, +The crust was manna to my taste. + +'Twas night. The floods were out, it blew + A winter hurricane aloof: +I heard his voice abroad, and flew + To bid him welcome to my roof; +I warmed, I clothed, I cheered my guest, +I laid him on my couch to rest: +Then made the ground my bed and seemed +In Eden's garden while I dreamed. + +I saw him bleeding in his chains, + And tortured 'neath the driver's lash, +His sweat fell fast along the plains, + Deep dyed from many a fearful gash: +But I in bonds remembered him, +And strove to free each fettered limb, +As with my tears I washed his blood, +Me he baptized with mercy's flood. + +I saw him in the negro pew, + His head hung low upon his breast, +His locks were wet with drops of dew, + Gathered while he for entrance pressed +Within those aisles, whose courts are given +That black and white may reach one heaven; +And as I meekly sought his feet, +He smiled, and made a throne my seat. + +In prison I saw him next condemned + To meet a traitor's doom at morn; +The tide of lying tongues I stemmed, + And honored him midst shame and scorn. +My friendship's utmost zeal to try, +He asked if I for him would die; +The flesh was weak, my blood ran chill, +But the free spirit cried, "I will." + +Then in a moment to my view, + The stranger darted from disguise; +The tokens in his hands I knew, + My Saviour stood before my eyes! +He spoke, and my poor name he named-- +"Of me thou hast not been ashamed, +These deeds shall thy memorial be; +Fear not, thou didst them unto me." + + + + +WE'RE FOR FREEDOM THROUGH THE LAND. + +Words by J.E. Robinson. Music arranged from the "Old Granite State." + + +[Music] + +We are coming, we are coming! freedom's battle is begun! +No hand shall furl her banner ere her victory be won! +Our shields are locked for liberty, and mercy goes before: +Tyrants tremble in your citadel! oppression shall be o'er. + We will vote for Birney, + We will vote for Birney, + We're for Morris and for Birney, + And for Freedom through the land. + +We have hatred, dark and deep, for the fetter and the thong; +We bring light for prisoned spirits, for the captive's wail a song; +We are coming, we are coming! and, "No league with tyrant man," +Is emblazoned on our banner, while Jehovah leads the van! + We will vote for Birney, + We will vote for Birney, + We're for Morris and for Birney, + And for Freedom through the land! + +We are coming, we are coming! but we wield no battle brand: +We are armed with truth and justice, with God's charter in our hand, +And our voice which swells for freedom--freedom now and ever more-- +Shall be heard as ocean's thunder, when they burst upon the shore! + We will vote for Birney, + We will vote for Birney, + We're for Morris and for Birney, + And for Freedom through the land. + +Be patient, O, be patient! ye suffering ones of earth! +Denied a glorious heritage--our common right by birth; +With fettered limbs and spirits, your battle shall be won! +O be patient--we are coming! suffer on, suffer on! + We will vote for Birney, + We will vote for Birney, + We're for Morris and for Birney, + And for Freedom through the land. + +We are coming, we are coming! not as comes the tempest's wrath, +When the frown of desolation sits brooding o'er its path; +But with mercy, such as leaves his holy signet-light upon +The air in lambent beauty, when the darkened storm is gone. + We will vote for Birney, + We will vote for Birney, + We're for Morris and for Birney, + And for Freedom through the land. + +O, be patient in your misery! be mute in your despair! +While your chains are grinding deeper, there's a voice upon the air! +Ye shall feel its potent echoes, ye shall hear its lovely sound, +We are coming! we are coming! bringing freedom to the bound! + We will vote for Birney, + We will vote for Birney, + We're for Morris and for Birney, + And for Freedom through the land. + + NOTE.--Suggested by a song sung by George W. Clark, at a + recent convention in Rochester, N.Y. + + + + +WE ARE ALL CHILDREN OF ONE PARENT. + +Words from the Youth's Cabinet. Music by L. Mason. + + +[Music] + +Sister, thou art worn and weary, + Toiling for another's gain; +Life with thee is dark and dreary, + Filled with wretchedness and pain, +Thou must rise at dawn of light, + And thy daily task pursue, +Till the darkness of the night + Hide thy labors from thy view. + +Oft, alas! thou hast to bear + Sufferings more than tongue can tell; +Thy oppressor will not spare, + But delights thy griefs to swell; +Oft thy back the scourge has felt, + Then to God thou'st raised the cry +That the tyrant's heart he'd melt + Ere thou should'st in tortures die. + +Injured sister, well we know + That thy lot in life is hard; +Sad thy state of toil and wo, + From all blessedness debarred; +While each sympathizing heart + Pities thy forlorn distress; +We would sweet relief impart, + And delight thy soul to bless. + +And what lies within our power + We most cheerfully will do, +That will haste the blissful hour + Fraught with news of joy to you; +And when comes the happy day + That shall free our captive friend, +When Jehovah's mighty sway + Shall to slavery put an end: + +Then, dear sister, we with thee + Will to heaven direct our voice; +Joyfully with voices free + We'll in lofty strains rejoice; +Gracious God! thy name we'll bless, + Hallelujah evermore, +Thou hast heard in righteousness, + And our sister's griefs are o'er. + + + + +Manhood. + +BY ROBERT BURNS. + +Tune, "Our Warrior's Hearts," page 128. + + +Is there, for honest poverty, + That hangs his head, and a' that; +The coward-slave, we pass him by, + We dare be poor, for a' that; +For a' that and a' that; + Our toils obscure, and a' that, +The rank is but the guinea's stamp, + The man's the gowd, for a' that. + +What though on homely fare we dine, + Wear hodden gray and a' that, +Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, + A man's a man for a' that; +The honest man tho' e'er so poor, + Is king o' men for a' that; +The rank is but the guinea's stamp, + The man's the gowd for a' that. + +Then let us pray that come it may, + As come it will, for a' that, +That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, + May bear the gree, and a' that; +For a' that, and a' that, + It's coming yet, for a' that, +That man to man, the world all o'er + Shall brothers be, for a' that. + + Terms explained:-- + _Gowd_--gold. + _Hodden_--homespun, or mean. + _Gree_--honor, or victory. + + + + +The Poor Voter's Song. + +Air, "Lucy Long." + + +They knew that I was poor, + And they thought that I was base; +They thought that I'd endure + To be covered with disgrace; +They thought me of their tribe, + Who on filthy lucre doat, +So they offered me a bribe + For my vote, boys! my vote! + O shame upon my betters, + Who would my conscience buy! + But I'll not wear their fetters, + Not I, indeed, not I! + +My vote? It is not mine + To do with as I will; +To cast, like pearls, to swine, + To these wallowers in ill. +It is my country's due, + And I'll give it, while I can, +To the honest and the true, + Like a man, like a man! + O shame, &c. + +No, no, I'll hold my vote, + As a treasure and a trust, +My dishonor none shall quote, + When I'm mingled with the dust; +And my children when I'm gone, + Shall be strengthened by the thought, +That their father was not one + To be bought, to be bought! + O shame, &c. + + + + +The Flying Slave. + +FROM THE BANGOR GAZETTE. + +AIR:--"_To Greece we give our shining blades_." + + +The night is dark, and keen the air, +And the Slave is flying to be free; +His parting word is one short prayer: +Oh God, but give me Liberty! + Farewell--farewell: +Behind I leave the whips and chains, +Before me spreads sweet Freedom's plains. + +One star shines in the heavens above +That guides him on his lonely way;-- +Star of the North--how deep his love +For thee, thou star of Liberty! + Farewell--farewell: +Behind he leaves the whips and chains, +Before him spreads sweet Freedom's plains. + + + + +For the Election. + +TUNE:--'_Scots wha hae with Wallace bled_.' + + +Ye who know and do the right, +Ye who cherish honor bright, +Ye who worship love and light, + Choose your side to-day. +Succor Freedom, now you can, +Voting for an honest man; +Or you may from Slavery's span, + Pick a Polk or Clay. + +Boasts your vote no higher aim, +Than between two blots of shame +That would stain our country's fame, + Just to choose the least? +Let it sternly answer no! +Let it straight for Freedom go; +Let it swell the winds that blow + From the north and east. + +Blot!--the smaller--is a curse +Blighting conscience, honor, purse; +Give us any, give the worse, + 'Twill be less endured. +Freemen, is it God who wills +You to choose, of foulest ills, +That which only latest kills? + No; he wills it cured. + +Do your duty, He will aid; +Dare to vote as you have prayed; +Who e'er conquered, while his blade + Served his open foes. +Right established, would you see? +Feel that you yourselves are free; +Strike for that which ought to be-- + God will bless the blows. + + + + +Hail the Day! + +AIR:--"_Wreathe the bowl_." + + + Hail the day + Whose joyful ray +Speaks of emancipation! + The day that broke + Oppression's yoke-- +The birth-day of a nation! + + When England's might + Put forth for right, +Achieved a fame more glorious + Than armies tried, + Or navies' pride, +O'er land and sea victorious! + + Soon may we gain + An equal name +In honor's estimation! + And righteousness + Exalt and bless +Our glorious happy nation! + + Brave hearts shall lend + Strong hands to rend +Foul slavery's bonds asunder, + And liberty + Her jubilee +Proclaim, in tones of thunder! + + We hail afar + Fair freedom's star, +Her day-star brightly glancing; + We hear the tramp + From freedom's camp, +Assembling and advancing! + + No noisy drum + Nor murderous gun, +No deadly fiends contending; + But love and right + Their force unite, +In peaceful conflict blending. + + Fair freedom's host, + In joyful boast, +Unfolds her banner ample! + With Channing's fame, + And Whittier's name, +And BIRNEY'S bright example! + + Come join your hands + With freedom's bands, +New England's sons and daughters! + Speak your decree-- + Man shall be free-- +As mountains, winds and waters! + + And haste the day + Whose coming ray +Speaks our emancipation! + Whose glorious light, + Enthroning right, +Shall bless and save the nation! + + + + +(From the Globe.) + +The Ballot. + +BY J.E. DOW. + +Air, "Bonnie Doon," page 54. + + +Dread sovereign, thou! the chainless WILL-- + Thy source the nation's mighty heart-- +The ballot box thy cradle still-- + Thou speak'st, and nineteen millions start; +Thy subjects, sons of noble sires; + Descendants of a patriot band-- +Thy lights a million's household fires-- + Thy daily walk, my native land. + +And shall the safeguard of the free, + By valor won on gory plains, +Become a solemn mockery + While freemen breathe and virtue reigns? +Shall liberty be bought and sold + By guilty creatures clothed with power? +Is HONOR but a name for GOLD, + And PRINCIPLE A WITHERED FLOWER? + +The parricide's accursed steel + Has pierced thy sacred sovereignty; +And all who think, and all who feel, + Must act or never more be free. +No party chains shall bind us here; + No mighty name shall turn the blow: +Then, wounded sovereignty, appear, + And lay the base apostates low. + +The wretch, with hands by murder red, + May hope for mercy at the last; +And he who steals a nation's bread, + May have oblivion's statute passed. +But he who steals a sacred right, + And brings his native land to scorn, +Shall die a traitor in her sight, + With none to pity or to mourn. + + + + +The Spirit of the Pilgrims. + +Tune, "Be free, Oh man, be free," page 134. + + +The spirit of the Pilgrims + Is spreading o'er the earth, +And millions now point to the land + Where Freedom had her birth: +Hark! Hear ye not the earnest cry + That peals o'er every wave? + "God above, + In thy love, + O liberate the slave!" + +Ye heard of trampled Poland, + And of her sons in chains, +And noble thoughts flashed through your minds + And fire flowed through your veins. +Then wherefore hear ye not the cry + That breaks o'er land and sea?-- + "On each plain, + Rend the chain, + And set the captive free!" + +Oh, think ye that our fathers, + (That noble patriot band,) +Could now look down with kindling joy, + And smile upon the land? +Or would a trumpet-tone go forth, + And ring from shore to shore;-- + "All who stand, + In this land, + Shall be free for evermore!" + +Great God, inspire thy children, + And make thy creatures just, +That every galling chain may fall, + And crumble into dust: +That not one soul throughout the land + Our fathers died to save, + May again, + By fellow-men, + Be branded as a Slave! + + + + +What Mean Ye? + +TUNE--'_Ortonville_.' + + +What mean ye that ye bruise and bind + My people, saith the Lord, +And starve your craving brother's mind, + Who asks to hear my word? + +What mean ye that ye make them toil; + Through long and dreary years, +And shed like rain upon your soil + Their blood and bitter tears? + +What mean ye, that ye dare to rend + The tender mother's heart? +Brothers from sisters, friend from friend, + How dare you bid them part? + +What mean ye when God's bounteous hand, + To you so much has given, +That from the slave who tills your land, + Ye keep both earth and heaven? + +When at the judgment God shall call, + Where is thy brother? say, +What mean ye to the Judge of all + To answer on that day? + + + + +Hymn for Children. + +AIR:--"_Miss Lucy Long_." + +BY W.S. ABBOTT. + + +While we are happy here, + In joy and peace and love, +We'll raise our hearts, with holy fear, + To thee, great God, above. + +God of our infant hours! + The music of our tongues, +The worship of our nobler powers, + To thee, to thee belongs. + +The little, trembling slave + Shall feel our sympathy; +O God! arise with might to save, + And set the captive free. + +No parent's holy care + Provides for him repose, +But oft the hot and briny tear, + In sorrow freely flows. + +The God of Abraham praise; + The curse he will remove; +The slave shall welcome happy days, + With liberty and love. + +Pray without ceasing, pray, + Ye saints of God Most High, +That all who hail this glorious day, + May have their liberty. + + + + +Liberty Glee. + +TUNE:--"_The Pirate's Glee_." + + +March on! march on! we love the Liberty flag, + That's waving o'er our land; +As fearless as the eagle soaring + O'er the cloud-capped mountain crag, +Slavery in terror flies before us; + We fling our banner to the blast; +It there shall float triumphant o'er us, + We will defend it to the last. + March on! march on, &c. + +Vote on! vote on, we hail the Liberty flag, + That leads us on our way; +We'll boldly vote, our country saving, + And bravely conquer while we may. +The world is up--for freedom moving, + The thunders' distant roar we hear-- +From land to land the free are calling, + And slaves with joy and rapture hear. + Vote on! vote on, &c. + + + + +March on! March on! + +TUNE:--"_The Pirate's Glee_." + + +March on! march on, ye friends of freedom for all, + For truth and right contend; +Be ever ready at humanity's call, + Till tyrant's power shall end. +The proud slave-holders rule the nation, + The people's groans are loud and long; +Arouse, ye men, in every station, + And join to crush the power of wrong.--March on, etc. + +Fight on! fight on, ye brave till victory's won, + And justice shall prevail; +Till all shall feel the rays of liberty's sun, + Streaming o'er hill and dale. +The tyrants know their guilt and tremble, + The glowing light of truth they fear; +Then let them all their hosts assemble, + And Slavery's dreadful sentence hear. + Fight on! fight on, &c. + +Roll on! roll on, ye brave, the liberty car, + Our country's name to save; +Soon shall our land be known to nations afar, + As the home of the free and brave. +The voice of freemen loud hath spoken, + A brighter day we soon shall see; +When Slavery's chains shall all be broken, + And all the captive millions free. + Roll on, roll on, &c. + + + + +INDEX. + + +[Transcriber's Note: The original order of the entries in this index +has been preserved.] + + PAGE + +Am I not a Man and Brother? 56 +Am I not a Sister? 57 +Afric's Dream 20 +A Beacon has been lighted 74 +A vision 142 +Are ye truly Free? 126 +A Tribute to departed worth 152 + +Brothers be Brave for the pining Slave 26 +Blind Slave Boy 37 +Bereaved Father 10 +Birney and Liberty 129 +Ballot-Box 130 +Be free! O man, be free! 134 +Break every yoke 159 +Be kind to each other 166 + +Comfort in affliction 44 +Clarion of Freedom 80 +Come join the Abolitionists 96 +Comfort for the bondmen 108 +Come and see the works of God 109 +Christian Mother 131 + +Domestic Bliss 31 + +Emancipation Song 146 + +Fugitive Slave to the Christian 34 +Fourth of July 88 +Freedom's Gathering 164 +Friend of the Friendless 103 + +Gone! gone, sold and gone 5 +Get off the Track 144 + +Heard ye that Cry? 48 +How long! O, how long! 33 +Hark! I hear a sound of anguish 24 +Hail the day! 180 +Hark! a voice from Heaven 110 +Holy freedom 120 +Harbinger of Liberty 148 +Hymn for Children 183 + +I would not live alway 59 +I am Monarch of naught I survey 18 + +Liberty battle Song 128 +Light of Truth 149 +Liberty Glee 184 + +Manhood 178 +My child is gone 43 +March to the Battle-field 115 +Myron Holly 77 +March on! march on! 184 + +Negro Boy sold for a watch 16 + +O Pity the Slave Mother 32 +Our Pilgrim Fathers 60 +Our Countrymen in chains! 76 +On to Victory 83 +Our Countrymen are dying 94 +O Charity! 101 +Oft in the chilly night 117 +Ode to James G. Birney 150 + +Prayer for the Slave 52 +Pilgrim Song 86 +Praise and Prayer 167 +Poor Voter's Song 178 + +Quadroon Maiden 29 + +Remembering God is just 53 +Rise! Freeman rise! 73 +Rouse up, New England! 70 +Remember me 73 + +Sleep on, my Child 49 +Song of the Coffle gang 22 +Slave's Wrongs 40 +Stanzas for the times 63 +Slave Boy's Wish 9 +Slave Girl mourning her Father 12 +Slave Mother and her babe 13 +Strike for liberty 82 +Sing me a triumph Song 91 +Song of the Free 118 +Stolen we were 140 + +The law of love 100 +The fugitive 54 +The poor little slave 45 +The Bereaved Mother 46 +The Negro's appeal 14 +The Strength of tyranny 36 +To those I Love 66 +The Bondman 87 +The man for me 84 +The Mercy-Seat 102 +The pleasant land we love 112 +The freed Slave 114 +The Liberty Flag 114 +The Liberty party 132 +The last night of Slavery 136 +The Little Slave Girl 138 +The Liberty Voter's Song 154 +The Liberty Ball 156 +The Trumpet of Freedom 157 +The Slave's Lamentation 168 +The Stranger and his Friend 170 +That's my Country 127 +The flying Slave 179 +The Election 180 +The Ballot 181 +The Spirit of the Pilgrims 181 +The Ballot-Box 130 + +Voice of New England 78 + +Wake sons of the Pilgrims 92 +What means that sad and dismal Look 8 +We're coming, We're coming 68 +Wake, Sons of the Pilgrims 92 +We are Come, all Come 99 +We're for Freedom through the Land 173 +We are all children of one Parent 167 +Wake, Ye Numbers 104 +What mean ye, that ye bruise and bind? 182 +We ask not Martial Glory 95 + +Ye Heralds of Freedom 58 +Ye spirits of the Free 90 +Ye Sons of Freemen 121 +Yankee Girl 160 + +Zaza 50 + + + + + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Liberty Minstrel, by George W. 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