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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. Please note that Lilypond's midi +output does not reproduce some dynamics and articulations. Moreover, the pdf +output uses modern notation style (except for old-style quarter rests).</p> + +<p>Where appropriate, the Lilypond source files contain Transcriber's Notes +regarding corrections to the music. 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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