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POETRY.
I. ETHIOPIA.
But Ethiopia hath stretch'd out
Her hands to God on high;
And midst her many fears and doubts
Her voice hath reach'd the sky.
Her hands to God on high;
And midst her many fears and doubts
Her voice hath reach'd the sky.
And God hath heard Eth'opia's cries,
And brought salvation near:
He promises her tears and sighs
Shall surely disappear.
And brought salvation near:
He promises her tears and sighs
Shall surely disappear.
Although her sons are scatter'd wide
O'er many distant climes,
Yet God commands that they shall bide
His own appointed times.
O'er many distant climes,
Yet God commands that they shall bide
His own appointed times.
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If stretching forth to God her hands
Means supplicating pray'r,
Then, from her own and distant lands,
Her groans have filled the air.
Means supplicating pray'r,
Then, from her own and distant lands,
Her groans have filled the air.
That grace which brings salvation down
Hath unto her appear'd;
And thousands of her sons around
The gracious truth have heard.
Hath unto her appear'd;
And thousands of her sons around
The gracious truth have heard.
And millions more in ev'ry land,
Who've felt the heavenly love,
Join with Eth'opia's outstretch'd hands,
To praise their Lord above.
Who've felt the heavenly love,
Join with Eth'opia's outstretch'd hands,
To praise their Lord above.
Then stretch, Eth'opia, stretch thy hands,
Thy God remembers thee;
And all throughout thy sunny lands,
Declares thou shalt be free.
Thy God remembers thee;
And all throughout thy sunny lands,
Declares thou shalt be free.
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II. AN ACROSTIC.
Hast thou, kind lady, broach'd a theme,—
A cord that's reach'd the human soul,
(Round which there hangs a hazy dream,)
Resistlessly from pole to pole?
Indeed, though thou art still accus'd,
E'en when thou'rt call'd from earth away,
Thy “Cabin” oft will be perus'd
A cord that's reach'd the human soul,
(Round which there hangs a hazy dream,)
Resistlessly from pole to pole?
Indeed, though thou art still accus'd,
E'en when thou'rt call'd from earth away,
Thy “Cabin” oft will be perus'd
By thousands at some future day;
E'en now, in almost ev'ry place,
Earnest and swift thy plea is sent,
Calling—appealing to thy race.
Hear! hear! the captive's sad lament!
Enamour'd by thy sparkling wit,
Reluctant Truth has been confess'd:
E'en now, in almost ev'ry place,
Earnest and swift thy plea is sent,
Calling—appealing to thy race.
Hear! hear! the captive's sad lament!
Enamour'd by thy sparkling wit,
Reluctant Truth has been confess'd:
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Slav'ry has been pronounc'd unfit
To be supported or caress'd!
Our thanks we tender unto thee—
Welcome thy “Cabin” and thy “Key,”
Exposing sin and slavery!
To be supported or caress'd!
Our thanks we tender unto thee—
Welcome thy “Cabin” and thy “Key,”
Exposing sin and slavery!
III. SING UNTO GOD.
Sing unto God on high,
And to Emmanuel,
Who reigns in yonder spacious sky,
And yet with men doth dwell.
And to Emmanuel,
Who reigns in yonder spacious sky,
And yet with men doth dwell.
Declare abroad His fame;
Let ev'ry heart rejoice,
And praise the Saviour's sacred name
With a united voice.
Let ev'ry heart rejoice,
And praise the Saviour's sacred name
With a united voice.
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Dear Jesus! let Thy grace
Be in us, and inspire
Our hearts to run the heav'nly race
With an intense desire.
Be in us, and inspire
Our hearts to run the heav'nly race
With an intense desire.
Thou art the Christians' friend
In ev'ry trying hour;
And Thou wilt save them in the end
From Satan's grasping power!
In ev'ry trying hour;
And Thou wilt save them in the end
From Satan's grasping power!
Then, when our work is done,
And all our trials o'er,
Permit us to surround Thy throne,
And praise Thee evermore.
And all our trials o'er,
Permit us to surround Thy throne,
And praise Thee evermore.
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IV. IN MEMORIAM, On the late Right Reverend Richard Allen, first Bishop of the A. M. E. Church.
Peace to thee, father! thou hast gone
To that blest shore;—
Thy last great battle's fought and won;
Thy conflict's o'er.
To that blest shore;—
Thy last great battle's fought and won;
Thy conflict's o'er.
As dew-drops from the clouds above
On earth distill'd,
Thy melting words, like floods of love,
Our hearts have fill'd.
On earth distill'd,
Thy melting words, like floods of love,
Our hearts have fill'd.
The helpless in thee found relief;
And the distress'd
Of every kind, though torn by grief,
Pronounce thee bless'd!
And the distress'd
Of every kind, though torn by grief,
Pronounce thee bless'd!
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Thou lab'redst hard to teach thy race
A Saviour's love,
And point them to that better place
In heav'n above.
A Saviour's love,
And point them to that better place
In heav'n above.
A murky light thou didst not give,
But brilliant, clear!
Thy deeds of piety shall live
Full many a year.
But brilliant, clear!
Thy deeds of piety shall live
Full many a year.
Not like a transient meteor, thou,
But a bright star,
Whose glorious light is seen e'en now,
Both near and far.
But a bright star,
Whose glorious light is seen e'en now,
Both near and far.
Loud sang the angels to God's praise
In chorus high,
When thou hadst crowned thy lengthen'd days
In victory!
In chorus high,
When thou hadst crowned thy lengthen'd days
In victory!
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Waiting around thy couch they stood
To guide thee o'er
The surging waves of death's cold flood,
To Canaan's shore.
To guide thee o'er
The surging waves of death's cold flood,
To Canaan's shore.
Then rest thee, father, till that day
When saints shall rise,
And burst the bands of mortal clay,
To mount the skies.
When saints shall rise,
And burst the bands of mortal clay,
To mount the skies.
Thou shalt then rewarded be, and
Thy robe so bright,
Outshine the sun throughout that land
Of love and light.
Thy robe so bright,
Outshine the sun throughout that land
Of love and light.
Then in thy crown shall many stars
To thee be given;
And all thy tears, and wounds, and scars,
Be heal'd in heaven.
To thee be given;
And all thy tears, and wounds, and scars,
Be heal'd in heaven.
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V. HYMN.
[Lord, condescend to bless us now]
Lord, condescend to bless us now,
Whilst at Thy feet we humbly bow;
And let Thy Spirit from above
Descend and fill our hearts with love.
Whilst at Thy feet we humbly bow;
And let Thy Spirit from above
Descend and fill our hearts with love.
Make us to feel Thy presence near,
And fill this place with holy fear.
Oh! let Thy pard'ning love be found,
And grace, and faith, and hope abound.
And fill this place with holy fear.
Oh! let Thy pard'ning love be found,
And grace, and faith, and hope abound.
May sinners wonder, feel, and fear,
And tremble with a penitent tear.
May mourners now embrace Thy love,
And Christians praise Thee, Lord, above.
And tremble with a penitent tear.
May mourners now embrace Thy love,
And Christians praise Thee, Lord, above.
Thus shall we serve Thee, gracious Lord!
And walk obedient to Thy Word;
And live, and love, and hope, and sing,
Redemption to our God and King!
And walk obedient to Thy Word;
And live, and love, and hope, and sing,
Redemption to our God and King!
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VI. HAMAN.
A monarch sat on Persia's throne—
Whose sceptre sway'd the world alone—
In royal state;
None dar'd his sovereign will dispute;
Around him stood his vassals mute,—
For he was great.
Whose sceptre sway'd the world alone—
In royal state;
None dar'd his sovereign will dispute;
Around him stood his vassals mute,—
For he was great.
Throughout the whole of Persia's land
One only dar'd approach the hand
Of royalty.
Haman! the chieftain of that king—
Whose heart conceiv'd a wicked thing
'Gainst Mordecai.
One only dar'd approach the hand
Of royalty.
Haman! the chieftain of that king—
Whose heart conceiv'd a wicked thing
'Gainst Mordecai.
He issued, first, a firm decree,
That all should worship when they'd see
His image rise.
But Mordecai, the righteous Jew,
Refus'd, as ev'ry one should do,
To his surprise!
That all should worship when they'd see
His image rise.
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Refus'd, as ev'ry one should do,
To his surprise!
At length a gallows high he swung,
Upon which all were to be hung,
As he did vow.
But as he rode, in royal state,
Sat Mordecai at the gate,
And would not bow.
Upon which all were to be hung,
As he did vow.
But as he rode, in royal state,
Sat Mordecai at the gate,
And would not bow.
For this his wrath was kindled sore,
And at the banquet loud he swore
He'd hang the Jews.
But Esther said,—“Before the king
I'll go, and stop this wicked thing,
If he refuse.”
And at the banquet loud he swore
He'd hang the Jews.
But Esther said,—“Before the king
I'll go, and stop this wicked thing,
If he refuse.”
The king receiv'd Queen Esther's plea,
Releas'd the Jews immediately,
And Haman hung!
Thus on the gallows, high and new,
He'd built for Mordecai, the Jew,
Himself was swung.
Releas'd the Jews immediately,
And Haman hung!
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He'd built for Mordecai, the Jew,
Himself was swung.
How many thousands, since that day,
Have built a gallows, so that they
Some one could hang!
But, to their horror and surprise,
They've found, with all their deep disguise,
Themselves have swang.
Have built a gallows, so that they
Some one could hang!
But, to their horror and surprise,
They've found, with all their deep disguise,
Themselves have swang.
VII. LABOR.
Occupy some worthy place,
Care not if it soil;
Honest labor's no disgrace;
Man was made to toil.
Care not if it soil;
Honest labor's no disgrace;
Man was made to toil.
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Therefore, labor ever on—
Have an end in view,
Though you may be look'd upon
By an idle crew.
Have an end in view,
Though you may be look'd upon
By an idle crew.
Labor with the head or hand,
With the heart or pen;
Labor, and you'll understand
How to do, and when!
With the heart or pen;
Labor, and you'll understand
How to do, and when!
Labor, and make no complaint
That the time is long;
Work in earnest,—never faint
Till the weak be strong.
That the time is long;
Work in earnest,—never faint
Till the weak be strong.
Labor! zealous, calm, secure!
Aim at something high.
Hope and labor till you're sure
Your reward is nigh.
Aim at something high.
Hope and labor till you're sure
Your reward is nigh.
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Labor while the day is long,
Lest the night be near.
Battle manfully with wrong,
Till the right appear.
Lest the night be near.
Battle manfully with wrong,
Till the right appear.
VIII. WINDS.
Winds echo through the trees,
And are unseen,
Though we may feel the breeze
Ever so keen.
And are unseen,
Though we may feel the breeze
Ever so keen.
So deeds, however kind,
When they are past,
Are driven from the mind,
Like the rude blast.
When they are past,
Are driven from the mind,
Like the rude blast.
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IX. THE EMIGRANT.
Adieu to the land of my birth—
Proud land of the slave and the free!
What charms have thy bosom on earth
For men of complexion like me?
Proud land of the slave and the free!
What charms have thy bosom on earth
For men of complexion like me?
In this boasted land of the free
I've suffered contumely and scorn;
And cannot relate what I see
Is reserved for millions unborn.
I've suffered contumely and scorn;
And cannot relate what I see
Is reserved for millions unborn.
If places on earth can be found
Untainted by slavery's breath,
I'll find them, or search the world round
Till my sorrows are ended in death.
Untainted by slavery's breath,
I'll find them, or search the world round
Till my sorrows are ended in death.
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Thy liberty is but a name—
A byword—a jargon, in fine!
Thy freemen of colour—oh shame!—
Are glad to escape from thy clime!
A byword—a jargon, in fine!
Thy freemen of colour—oh shame!—
Are glad to escape from thy clime!
Adieu to thy stripes and thy stars,
That vauntingly float o'er the main!
Adieu to thy Lynch-laws and jars,
Thy fetters, thy charter, and chain!
That vauntingly float o'er the main!
Adieu to thy Lynch-laws and jars,
Thy fetters, thy charter, and chain!
I go to the Isles of the Sea,
Where men are not judged by their hue!
Where all are protected and free—
My native land, therefore, adieu!
Where men are not judged by their hue!
Where all are protected and free—
My native land, therefore, adieu!
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X. FRIENDSHIP.
Friendship is seldom found on earth—
At least we've heard it said—
For, when enjoying pleasant mirth,
We seldom need its aid.
At least we've heard it said—
For, when enjoying pleasant mirth,
We seldom need its aid.
Is Friendship, then, an empty dream—
A phantom in disguise—
A vision only to be seen
By those of double eyes?
A phantom in disguise—
A vision only to be seen
By those of double eyes?
Or is it really felt or found
By those in deep distress—
Like rain upon the parched ground,
Or barren wilderness?
By those in deep distress—
Like rain upon the parched ground,
Or barren wilderness?
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Ye who have felt the bitter pang
Of unrelenting grief,
Tell me, when Friendship never sprang
To offer you relief?
Of unrelenting grief,
Tell me, when Friendship never sprang
To offer you relief?
When, like the solitary dove
In woodbine, all alone,
Your pensive notes of absent love
Have caus'd your heart to moan,—
In woodbine, all alone,
Your pensive notes of absent love
Have caus'd your heart to moan,—
Has not the hand of some kind friend
Assuaged your troubl'd breast?
Has no one offered to defend,
Or aid you when distress'd?
Assuaged your troubl'd breast?
Has no one offered to defend,
Or aid you when distress'd?
Is Friendship only felt at best
Where plenty reigns supreme;
And seldom to be found the guest
Of poverty unseen?
Where plenty reigns supreme;
And seldom to be found the guest
Of poverty unseen?
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Oh, no! disint'rested friendship can,
And has been found, we know—
A purer, sweeter friendship than
This earth can e'er bestow.
And has been found, we know—
A purer, sweeter friendship than
This earth can e'er bestow.
A friendship that is undefiled
Flows down from heaven above;—
Then seek it, as a little child
First seeks its parents' love.
Flows down from heaven above;—
Then seek it, as a little child
First seeks its parents' love.
XI. ON SEEING A SNOW-BIRD.
The woodman sits snug at his hearth,
The ground is all cover'd with snow,
The foliage has gone from the earth,
Then go, little snow-bird, now go!
The ground is all cover'd with snow,
The foliage has gone from the earth,
Then go, little snow-bird, now go!
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The woodpecker, raven, and all,
Have hid them secure in their hold;
And the snow yet continues to fall,—
The weather is chilly and cold.
Have hid them secure in their hold;
And the snow yet continues to fall,—
The weather is chilly and cold.
Thou art a precursor of ill
To the sad, unfortunate poor;
For the snowflakes follow thee still,
And lie cold at the poor man's door.
To the sad, unfortunate poor;
For the snowflakes follow thee still,
And lie cold at the poor man's door.
The swallow hath gone to the barn,
And the cuckoo, the robin, and wren;—
Then go, little bird, when 'tis warm,
Nor pay us a visit again.
And the cuckoo, the robin, and wren;—
Then go, little bird, when 'tis warm,
Nor pay us a visit again.
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XII. AN ACROSTIC.
Consistent friend of right,
Hast thou been called hence?
Armed with power and might,
Receive thy recompense!
Liberty's advocate,
Ever noble and great!
Soon found a wat'ry grave
Hast thou been called hence?
Armed with power and might,
Receive thy recompense!
Liberty's advocate,
Ever noble and great!
Soon found a wat'ry grave
Far from thy native land.
Oh! was there none to save?
Love for the human kind
Led thee to seek no rest!
Engrav'd within the mind,
Nations will call thee blest!
Oh! was there none to save?
Love for the human kind
Led thee to seek no rest!
Engrav'd within the mind,
Nations will call thee blest!
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XIII. TO SPRING.
Old Winter's past,
With storm and blast,
Let's be no longer sad!
For Spring has come,
With all its bloom,
And earth again is glad!
With storm and blast,
Let's be no longer sad!
For Spring has come,
With all its bloom,
And earth again is glad!
The smiling field
Its harvests yield,
The brooks with waters flow;
Then let's rejoice
With cheerful voice,
And on to duty go!
Its harvests yield,
The brooks with waters flow;
Then let's rejoice
With cheerful voice,
And on to duty go!
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The joyful bird
Can now be heard
With melody to sing!
All nature, too,
Unites to view
The pleasant days of Spring.
Can now be heard
With melody to sing!
All nature, too,
Unites to view
The pleasant days of Spring.
Industriously
The stirring bee
Prepares to take his round
Among the bow'rs
And smiling flow'rs,
Where'er they may be found.
The stirring bee
Prepares to take his round
Among the bow'rs
And smiling flow'rs,
Where'er they may be found.
The sweetest green
Can now be seen,—
The worm begins to creep;
Then why should we
Act sluggishly,
Or waste our time in sleep?
Can now be seen,—
The worm begins to creep;
Then why should we
Act sluggishly,
Or waste our time in sleep?
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No time to rest—
Life's short at best—
Let's work while yet we may;
With cheerful heart
We'll do our part,
Ere we be called away.
Life's short at best—
Let's work while yet we may;
With cheerful heart
We'll do our part,
Ere we be called away.
XIV. THE SLAVE-CATCHER.
Hark! the cry,
“A slave ran by!”
Quick, pursue the track;
Don't delay—
He'll get away
Ere we get him back.
“A slave ran by!”
Quick, pursue the track;
Don't delay—
He'll get away
Ere we get him back.
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I regard
The large reward
By the master giv'n;
And I go
Through rain and snow,
As by it I'm driv'n.
The large reward
By the master giv'n;
And I go
Through rain and snow,
As by it I'm driv'n.
I am, sir,
The master's cur,
As I'm known to scout
Through the fen,
The bog, and glen,
When a slave is out.
The master's cur,
As I'm known to scout
Through the fen,
The bog, and glen,
When a slave is out.
Hark! the cry,
“A slave's gone by!”
Quick, pursue the track;
Don't delay—
He'll get away
Ere we get him back!
“A slave's gone by!”
Quick, pursue the track;
Don't delay—
He'll get away
Ere we get him back!
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XV. LINES Inscribed to Benjamin Lundy, Esq.
Lundy! thy mighty zeal—
Persecution!—strife!—
Call'd forth a host of friends
Into active life.
Persecution!—strife!—
Call'd forth a host of friends
Into active life.
If noble deeds could speak,
They would tell of thee,
Who to the world proclaim'd
Man was created free.
They would tell of thee,
Who to the world proclaim'd
Man was created free.
Thou labour'dst to secure
Freedom in this great land,
Not only to the white,
But to the colour'd band.
Freedom in this great land,
Not only to the white,
But to the colour'd band.
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But thou art called hence
Before the battle's won;
Still with thine armour on,
All blazing in the sun.
Before the battle's won;
Still with thine armour on,
All blazing in the sun.
Although of stature small,
Thou wert large in heart,
And for thy fellow-men
Didst act a brother's part.
Thou wert large in heart,
And for thy fellow-men
Didst act a brother's part.
Thou didst not cease to call
On all men to repent,
And to their brother give
Liberty and content.
On all men to repent,
And to their brother give
Liberty and content.
Onward! thy watchword was,
To set the captive free,
Until, throughout the earth,
All men shall brothers be.
To set the captive free,
Until, throughout the earth,
All men shall brothers be.
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See! what a host has now
Quick rallied to the call;
And who, like thee, demands
Full liberty for all!
Quick rallied to the call;
And who, like thee, demands
Full liberty for all!
Fearlessly they defend
All those that are oppress'd,
And nobly condescend
To succour the distress'd.
All those that are oppress'd,
And nobly condescend
To succour the distress'd.
Onward! their motto is;
Agitate! their plan;
Emancipate! their cry;
Make the slave a man.
Agitate! their plan;
Emancipate! their cry;
Make the slave a man.
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XVI. THE SLAVE-HOLDER'S APOLOGY.
These slaves I now possess are mine,
Sanction'd by laws of earth and Heaven.
We thank Thee, gracious power divine,
That unto us this boon is given.
Sanction'd by laws of earth and Heaven.
We thank Thee, gracious power divine,
That unto us this boon is given.
In Scripture thou hast bidden us make
Slaves of the heathen and the stranger;
And if we heathen people take,
There is no harm, and much less danger.
Slaves of the heathen and the stranger;
And if we heathen people take,
There is no harm, and much less danger.
Slav'ry's a system that's ordain'd
On earth to be, and to us given;
This can be read in language plain,
And thus we thank Thee, Lord in heaven,
On earth to be, and to us given;
This can be read in language plain,
And thus we thank Thee, Lord in heaven,
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That, in Thy wisdom, Thou mad'st us
The instruments to show Thy power,
And thus fulfil on them the curse
Of “Cain,” nay “Ham,” until this hour!
The instruments to show Thy power,
And thus fulfil on them the curse
Of “Cain,” nay “Ham,” until this hour!
What care we for the Northern fool,
Who talks about the rights of niggers?
We know that we were made to rule,
And they ordain'd to be the diggers.
Who talks about the rights of niggers?
We know that we were made to rule,
And they ordain'd to be the diggers.
Besides, it can be seen at sight,
Our slaves, if freed, would turn out lazy;
And if the “fanatics” are right,
The Scriptures' wrong, or we are crazy.
Our slaves, if freed, would turn out lazy;
And if the “fanatics” are right,
The Scriptures' wrong, or we are crazy.
It says, old Abraham held slaves,
And Paul sent back Onesimus:
Those patr'archs would spring from their graves
To hear the prate of Abolition'sts!
And Paul sent back Onesimus:
Those patr'archs would spring from their graves
To hear the prate of Abolition'sts!
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They say, “Great Britain has set free
Some few of her poor, lazy creatures!”
But if they'd just reflect, they'd see
They've missed the mark by many figures.
Some few of her poor, lazy creatures!”
But if they'd just reflect, they'd see
They've missed the mark by many figures.
For who will cultivate the soil,
Or plant their sugar-cane and cotton?
Their niggers now are freed from toil,
And soon their ills will be forgotten.
Or plant their sugar-cane and cotton?
Their niggers now are freed from toil,
And soon their ills will be forgotten.
Then hold on, brethren of the South—
They tell me Abolition 's dying:
This cry 's in almost ev'ry mouth,
Unless you think the rascal 's lying.
They tell me Abolition 's dying:
This cry 's in almost ev'ry mouth,
Unless you think the rascal 's lying.
Whether or not, this corner-stone
Of our Republic shall not crumble;
Our laws and “niggers” are our own,
So let the poor “fanatics” grumble!
Of our Republic shall not crumble;
Our laws and “niggers” are our own,
So let the poor “fanatics” grumble!
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XVII. WHAT IS TRUTH?
What is Truth? said those of old,
Who, oft warned by Israel's God,
Whose daring deeds, then all untold,
Brought down on them the Avenger's rod.
Who, oft warned by Israel's God,
Whose daring deeds, then all untold,
Brought down on them the Avenger's rod.
What is Truth? was asked by one
Whom Israel had been taught to fear,
Whilst, with scorn, he looked upon
The very truth that was so near.
Whom Israel had been taught to fear,
Whilst, with scorn, he looked upon
The very truth that was so near.
What is Truth? said Pilate, when
The truth had reached his inmost heart
Washing clean his hands again,
In murder, said he'd have no part.
The truth had reached his inmost heart
Washing clean his hands again,
In murder, said he'd have no part.
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What is Truth? the sland'rer says—
Is it to blast my neighbours' name;
Them defaming all my days—
Acting as though I had no shame?
Is it to blast my neighbours' name;
Them defaming all my days—
Acting as though I had no shame?
What is Truth? the tyrant said,
Whilst he enslav'd his fellow-man:
Now my will shall be obey'd,
For who my right will dare to scan?
Whilst he enslav'd his fellow-man:
Now my will shall be obey'd,
For who my right will dare to scan?
What is Truth? the miser says,
While counting o'er his ill-got gain:
What care I for her good ways,
So I the “yellow dross” obtain.
While counting o'er his ill-got gain:
What care I for her good ways,
So I the “yellow dross” obtain.
What is Truth? the sceptic says,
While doubt and fears annoy his path:
Shall I heed her peaceful ways,
Or meet at last indignant wrath?
While doubt and fears annoy his path:
Shall I heed her peaceful ways,
Or meet at last indignant wrath?
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What is Truth? the Christian cries,
Publishing a Saviour's love,
While from earth to heaven he hies—
To the starry realms above.
Publishing a Saviour's love,
While from earth to heaven he hies—
To the starry realms above.
What is Truth? I may not tell—
What is “the Truth” shall be made known;
What is Truth, remember well,
Is firm as God's eternal throne!
What is “the Truth” shall be made known;
What is Truth, remember well,
Is firm as God's eternal throne!
XVIII. PRAYER.
Grant us, O Lord, a heart to pray,
A heart to walk in wisdom's way,
A heart resign'd to Thee;
And while we journey here below,
May streams of peace and comfort flow
As rivers—bold and free.
A heart to walk in wisdom's way,
A heart resign'd to Thee;
And while we journey here below,
May streams of peace and comfort flow
As rivers—bold and free.
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Grant us a heart—true and sincere,
Endued with grace and holy fear,
Resolv'd to love Thee still;—
To follow Thee in all thy ways,
And spend the remnant of our days
Obedient to Thy will.
Endued with grace and holy fear,
Resolv'd to love Thee still;—
To follow Thee in all thy ways,
And spend the remnant of our days
Obedient to Thy will.
Grant, gracious Lord, whene'er we stray
From Thee, thy Holy Spirit may
Incline us to repent.
Oh! keep us from presumptuous sin,
Let thy good Spirit dwell within,
And give us peace—content.
From Thee, thy Holy Spirit may
Incline us to repent.
Oh! keep us from presumptuous sin,
Let thy good Spirit dwell within,
And give us peace—content.
Oh! grant, that we may always act
To others just and right, in fact
As they to us should do;
That, when our time on earth shall end,
With all the good we may ascend
The heavenly land to view.
To others just and right, in fact
As they to us should do;
That, when our time on earth shall end,
With all the good we may ascend
The heavenly land to view.
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Grant that our parents, children, wife,
May also lead a spotless life,
While here on earth we stay;
And, oh! where'er our lot be cast,
May we remember that, at last
We shall be call'd away.
May also lead a spotless life,
While here on earth we stay;
And, oh! where'er our lot be cast,
May we remember that, at last
We shall be call'd away.
XIX. ON THE FUGITIVE LAW.
And so you will not hear the prayer
Of thousands who, in common, share
Rights that are equal, just, and fair,—
Ye've not discuss'd!
Beware!—we warn you well!—
For soon ye must!
Of thousands who, in common, share
Rights that are equal, just, and fair,—
Ye've not discuss'd!
Beware!—we warn you well!—
For soon ye must!
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None dare, ye say, dispute our claim;
Nay, more!—none shall discuss or blame
“Our sacred institution!”—Shame!
This warning take:
Beware!—we warn you well!—
The laws ye make!
Nay, more!—none shall discuss or blame
“Our sacred institution!”—Shame!
This warning take:
Beware!—we warn you well!—
The laws ye make!
Your cry, so much like those of old,—
“Our time 's not come!” Then cease to scold,
For, when it does, we still will hold
This system given,—
Beware!—we warn you well!—
The frowns of Heaven!
“Our time 's not come!” Then cease to scold,
For, when it does, we still will hold
This system given,—
Beware!—we warn you well!—
The frowns of Heaven!
Think ye can stop the march of mind?
Go,—think of chaining fast the wind!
Your “fugitive laws,” all combined,
Must cease to be—
Beware!—we warn you well!—
Man will be free!
Go,—think of chaining fast the wind!
Your “fugitive laws,” all combined,
Must cease to be—
Beware!—we warn you well!—
Man will be free!
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The world is rack'd with many plans
T' ameliorate this state of man's,
While every nation closely scans
Each other's ways:
Beware!—we warn you well!—
Your number'd days!
T' ameliorate this state of man's,
While every nation closely scans
Each other's ways:
Beware!—we warn you well!—
Your number'd days!
As certain birds prefer the night,
So tyrants always dread the light
Of Freedom! and the laws of right,—
As well they may:
Beware!—we warn you well!—
The people pray!
So tyrants always dread the light
Of Freedom! and the laws of right,—
As well they may:
Beware!—we warn you well!—
The people pray!
Men, for a time, may bear the ill,
To be enslav'd at human will;
Yet, in despite of tyrants' skill,
Will burst their chains:
Beware!—we warn you well!—
This truth remains!
To be enslav'd at human will;
Yet, in despite of tyrants' skill,
Will burst their chains:
Beware!—we warn you well!—
This truth remains!
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XX. ACROSTIC.
Bold in the cause of truth;—
Ever maintained the right;—
Not in the strength of man!—
In God!—the infinite!
Always consistent,—true
'Midst difficulties, strife;—
Into the battle call'd;—
Never despair'd through life!
Ever maintained the right;—
Not in the strength of man!—
In God!—the infinite!
Always consistent,—true
'Midst difficulties, strife;—
Into the battle call'd;—
Never despair'd through life!
Let tyrants rage the more,
Until their anger's o'er,—
Nor let them us allure;
Dear friend! we rest secure
Your trust in God is sure.
Until their anger's o'er,—
Nor let them us allure;
Dear friend! we rest secure
Your trust in God is sure.
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XXI. THE SEMINOLÉ.
Bold champion of a noble race,
Who never fear'd the pale man's face,
Or nation tried'st thou to disgrace,
Or name of Seminolé;
Who never fear'd the pale man's face,
Or nation tried'st thou to disgrace,
Or name of Seminolé;
Who, for the rescue of thy wife,
Upraised the tomahawk and knife,
And led thy brethren to the strife,—
'Twas the brave Oceola!
Upraised the tomahawk and knife,
And led thy brethren to the strife,—
'Twas the brave Oceola!
Roused by the war-whoop's distant sound,
Scatter'd thou death and carnage round
Thine everglade, or sacred mound,
And lands of Seminolé.
Scatter'd thou death and carnage round
Thine everglade, or sacred mound,
And lands of Seminolé.
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But, ah! the fatal moment, when
Thou placed reliance on the men,
Who, under flag of truce, did then
Deceive thee, Oceola!
Thou placed reliance on the men,
Who, under flag of truce, did then
Deceive thee, Oceola!
Fame will record it to the shame
Of those who plann'd, and those who came
To desecrate fair Freedom's name
By robbing Seminolé.
Of those who plann'd, and those who came
To desecrate fair Freedom's name
By robbing Seminolé.
But thou, Floridan, art the boast
Through thy wild romantic coast,
While all thy brave unconquered host
Remember Oceola!
Through thy wild romantic coast,
While all thy brave unconquered host
Remember Oceola!
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XXII. TO MY MOTHER—LETTY WALLACE.
Mother!—we have seen thee wasting,
Hour by hour, as time has fled,
And we sometimes fear thee hast'ning
To be number'd with the dead.
Hour by hour, as time has fled,
And we sometimes fear thee hast'ning
To be number'd with the dead.
Yet, the thought of separation
From thee, oft disturbs our sleep,
And, with ceaseless observation,
We, the watchful vigils keep.
From thee, oft disturbs our sleep,
And, with ceaseless observation,
We, the watchful vigils keep.
Mother!—we have known thy kindness
In our early childhood days,
When in unknown infant blindness
We have stray'd from wisdom's ways.
In our early childhood days,
When in unknown infant blindness
We have stray'd from wisdom's ways.
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Mother!—we have seen thee languish,
And have wept to hear thee sigh;
While, with pain and bitter anguish
We could do no more than cry.
And have wept to hear thee sigh;
While, with pain and bitter anguish
We could do no more than cry.
Mother!—we will smooth thy pillow
Whilst the spark of life shall last;
“Hang our harps upon the willow,”
Till the fun'ral train has pass'd.
Whilst the spark of life shall last;
“Hang our harps upon the willow,”
Till the fun'ral train has pass'd.
We will think of thee, dear mother!
When thou'rt in the silent grave;
And we'll comfort one another
With the dying words thou gave.
When thou'rt in the silent grave;
And we'll comfort one another
With the dying words thou gave.
Should the Lord be pleased to take thee
From thy children, to thee given;
Oh! we pray that He may make thee
Pure and spotless—fit for heav'n.
From thy children, to thee given;
Oh! we pray that He may make thee
Pure and spotless—fit for heav'n.
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XXIII. THE TWO FUGITIVES.
Hard by, within a southern clime,
There liv'd a patriarch sublime,
With slaves to tremble at his nod,
As heathens to a wooden god.
There liv'd a patriarch sublime,
With slaves to tremble at his nod,
As heathens to a wooden god.
Two fav'rite slaves this lord possess'd,
(Perhaps more knowing than the rest,)
Who long desir'd to seek a place
Where slav'ry dar'd not show its face.
(Perhaps more knowing than the rest,)
Who long desir'd to seek a place
Where slav'ry dar'd not show its face.
At length they heard that liberty
Was found beyond the States called free,
So they determined, come what may,
To leave their lord without delay.
Was found beyond the States called free,
So they determined, come what may,
To leave their lord without delay.
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Accordingly, as night approach'd,
Snugly ensconc'd within a coach,
They quickly left their lord's domain,
Through storm, and snow, and hail, and rain.
Snugly ensconc'd within a coach,
They quickly left their lord's domain,
Through storm, and snow, and hail, and rain.
An hour or so had scarce gone by,
Ere there was raised a great outcry:—
“Pursue! pursue! you'll find their track—
Fly quick! and overtake the hack!”
Ere there was raised a great outcry:—
“Pursue! pursue! you'll find their track—
Fly quick! and overtake the hack!”
The nags were faint—the snow was deep—
And up the hills they scarce could creep—
When, suddenly, three men cried out,
“Stop! stop that hack; turn quick about!
And up the hills they scarce could creep—
When, suddenly, three men cried out,
“Stop! stop that hack; turn quick about!
“We wish to know if you 've white men,
Or ‘niggers,’ for we've come for them!
We're authorized to take them now—
Two thousand doll's are ours, we vow.”
Or ‘niggers,’ for we've come for them!
We're authorized to take them now—
Two thousand doll's are ours, we vow.”
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The driver, tremb'ling, soon obey'd,—
Their orders to fulfil essayed;—
The men within said, “'Tis but death—
We'll fight them while we've life and breath!”
Their orders to fulfil essayed;—
The men within said, “'Tis but death—
We'll fight them while we've life and breath!”
A scuffle quickly now ensued;
With moral power they were endued.
They fired,—they missed,—they fired again,—
“Two thousand dollars” lost—and men!
With moral power they were endued.
They fired,—they missed,—they fired again,—
“Two thousand dollars” lost—and men!
The “slaves” at length a refuge found,
Until the snow had left the ground—
When off they marched for Canada,
Protected by Victoria!
Until the snow had left the ground—
When off they marched for Canada,
Protected by Victoria!
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XXIV. PARAPHRASE, Luke XXIV.
It happen'd on a summer even-tide,
Soon after Christ had freely bled and died,
Two travellers, upon the dusty road,
Each going to his own belov'd abode.
Soon after Christ had freely bled and died,
Two travellers, upon the dusty road,
Each going to his own belov'd abode.
And, walking on, their conversation turn'd,
From many things, to that they just discern'd.
“Sure there are things,” said one, “beyond our thought;
Wonders have been, this day, in Israel wrought.”
From many things, to that they just discern'd.
“Sure there are things,” said one, “beyond our thought;
Wonders have been, this day, in Israel wrought.”
They both conversed about things they had seen,
Until a stranger joined them, but unseen:
“Say, what communion is it, sirs, I pray,
Ye seem to have along this lonely way?”
Until a stranger joined them, but unseen:
“Say, what communion is it, sirs, I pray,
Ye seem to have along this lonely way?”
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“Art thou, indeed, a stranger, sir, who says,
Thou know'st not what has happen'd in these days?
How that our people did one Jesus bleed.
We thought 'twas He that would have Isr'el freed!”
Thou know'st not what has happen'd in these days?
How that our people did one Jesus bleed.
We thought 'twas He that would have Isr'el freed!”
“Oh fools!” said He, “ought Christ not to have died?
Foretold of yore, and by Him prophesied.”
Then Moses and the Prophets He reveal'd,
Which to their eyelids heretofore were seal'd.
Foretold of yore, and by Him prophesied.”
Then Moses and the Prophets He reveal'd,
Which to their eyelids heretofore were seal'd.
Then to the village, as they all drew near,
He fain would go; but, said they, “Tarry here;
The day is spent, we cannot let thee go;
More of thy name and nature we would know.”
He fain would go; but, said they, “Tarry here;
The day is spent, we cannot let thee go;
More of thy name and nature we would know.”
The three together straightway sat at meat:
He took, He bless'd, He broke the bread, they eat.
They saw Him ere He vanish'd from their sight:
“How burn'd our hearts within us here this night!”
He took, He bless'd, He broke the bread, they eat.
They saw Him ere He vanish'd from their sight:
“How burn'd our hearts within us here this night!”
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XXV. ON JEALOUSY.
What wretched thoughts disturb my breast;
Deprive me of my daily rest;
Destroy my equanimity!
“Tell me, can this be jealousy?”
Deprive me of my daily rest;
Destroy my equanimity!
“Tell me, can this be jealousy?”
Why is it that I hate to see
My neighbours in prosperity?
Why am I fill'd with misery?
“Tell me, can this be jealousy?”
My neighbours in prosperity?
Why am I fill'd with misery?
“Tell me, can this be jealousy?”
Does this incline me to traduce,
To envy, slander, and abuse?
Make mountains, when they mole-hills be?
“Tell me, is not this jealousy?”
To envy, slander, and abuse?
Make mountains, when they mole-hills be?
“Tell me, is not this jealousy?”
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To e'en suspect, to e'en believe,
That ev'ry person will deceive,
And do some secret injury—
“Tell me, is this not jealousy?”
That ev'ry person will deceive,
And do some secret injury—
“Tell me, is this not jealousy?”
By inuendoes stab, beguile
A friend, yet meet him with a smile,
And make him think I'm open, free—
“Tell me, is this not jealousy?”
A friend, yet meet him with a smile,
And make him think I'm open, free—
“Tell me, is this not jealousy?”
Oh! cruel monster, I'm thy slave—
The more I have, the more I crave;
I envy ev'ry one I see—
This—this is surely “jealousy.”
The more I have, the more I crave;
I envy ev'ry one I see—
This—this is surely “jealousy.”
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XXVI. I'VE SEEN.
I've seen, in Democratic States,
Within the Nation's Hall,
Where Congress meets, and legislates
About the rights of all;
Within the Nation's Hall,
Where Congress meets, and legislates
About the rights of all;
A legal trade in human flesh,
That most of men despise;
And men bought for the market—fresh!—
Before the members' eyes.
That most of men despise;
And men bought for the market—fresh!—
Before the members' eyes.
I've seen the Southern members rave,
And in their places swear,
Because some poor, degraded slave
Had offer'd them a prayer!
And in their places swear,
Because some poor, degraded slave
Had offer'd them a prayer!
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I've seen the trafficker in blood,
With coppels on before,
Drive by, while legislators stood
Discussing on the floor—
With coppels on before,
Drive by, while legislators stood
Discussing on the floor—
Declaiming, loudly, to the world
That all this land is free,
And, with their stripes and stars unfurl'd,
They shouted “Liberty!”
That all this land is free,
And, with their stripes and stars unfurl'd,
They shouted “Liberty!”
I've seen excitement raging high
Throughout this wide domain,
Because some slaves had dared to fly
From slav'ry's galling chain.
Throughout this wide domain,
Because some slaves had dared to fly
From slav'ry's galling chain.
I've seen in these United States—
This consecrated soil—
Men bought and sold by pounds and weights,
In Southern fields to toil.
This consecrated soil—
Men bought and sold by pounds and weights,
In Southern fields to toil.
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I've seen a slave, though not by day,
Whose back was mark'd with scars,
Unable to discern his way,
Stand gazing at the stars.
Whose back was mark'd with scars,
Unable to discern his way,
Stand gazing at the stars.
I've seen the hunter on his track,
And men and dogs at bay,
Determined to regain him back
This side of Canada.
And men and dogs at bay,
Determined to regain him back
This side of Canada.
I've seen—the half I ne'er can tell,
Of chains, and slaves, and strife;
I've seen the priest and man-thief sell
His brother man for life.
Of chains, and slaves, and strife;
I've seen the priest and man-thief sell
His brother man for life.
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XXVII. NO ENEMIES.
“He has no enemies!” you say.
I pity his condition;
His manhood he has thrown away,
His candour and position.
I pity his condition;
His manhood he has thrown away,
His candour and position.
“He has no enemies!” Well, then,
The reason is,—he never
Has heart enough to act but when
He sees “which way's the weather.”
The reason is,—he never
Has heart enough to act but when
He sees “which way's the weather.”
His principles are very light,
If he is not contented
To be traduced for doing right,
When once he has assented.
If he is not contented
To be traduced for doing right,
When once he has assented.
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“He has no enemies!” Indeed!
Then what has he been doing?
Or, what on earth can be his creed?
What has he been pursuing?
Then what has he been doing?
Or, what on earth can be his creed?
What has he been pursuing?
A truckling—vacillating course,—
Unmanly, undecided;—
His little puny soul is worse
Than sixpence twice divided!
Unmanly, undecided;—
His little puny soul is worse
Than sixpence twice divided!
Then give me one of upright heart,
Who dares the truth to utter,
And act a nobler, manlier part,
Though enemies do mutter.
Who dares the truth to utter,
And act a nobler, manlier part,
Though enemies do mutter.
A man of earnest, iron will,
Whose enemies are many;
And yet, whose virtue, strength, and skill,
Are undeterred by any:
Whose enemies are many;
And yet, whose virtue, strength, and skill,
Are undeterred by any:
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Whose fearless love for truth and right
Keeps falsehood ever distant;
And though he may be crushed by might,
Yet always acts consistent.
Keeps falsehood ever distant;
And though he may be crushed by might,
Yet always acts consistent.
Aye! like the sturdy forest oak,
Through which the winds do rattle,
Stands firmer from the heavy stroke,
Prepared for Truth to battle.
Through which the winds do rattle,
Stands firmer from the heavy stroke,
Prepared for Truth to battle.
Such is the man, whose noble soul,
When roused to proper action,
Disdains a sordid, base control,
Or enemies' detraction.
When roused to proper action,
Disdains a sordid, base control,
Or enemies' detraction.
Who knows, when virtue's lost or fled,
That time is really trying;
For if the man is not then dead,
He truly must be dying.
That time is really trying;
For if the man is not then dead,
He truly must be dying.
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XXVIII. WHAT IS A SLAVE?
A slave is—what?
A thing that's got
Nothing, and that alone!
His time—his wife—
And e'en his life,
He dare not call his own.
A thing that's got
Nothing, and that alone!
His time—his wife—
And e'en his life,
He dare not call his own.
A slave is—what?
Ah! dreadful lot
Is his that's doomed to toil,
Without regard,
Or just reward,
Upon another's soil.
Ah! dreadful lot
Is his that's doomed to toil,
Without regard,
Or just reward,
Upon another's soil.
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A slave is—what?
Ah! cruel thought,
That I should have to be,
In constant strife,
Throughout my life,
Deprived of liberty.
Ah! cruel thought,
That I should have to be,
In constant strife,
Throughout my life,
Deprived of liberty.
A slave is—what?
A perfect naught,
Shorn of his legal right;
And then compelled
To work, he's held,
The remnant of his life.
A perfect naught,
Shorn of his legal right;
And then compelled
To work, he's held,
The remnant of his life.
A slave is—what?
A being bought,
Or stolen from himself,
By Christians, who
This trade pursue,
For sordid, paltry pelf.
A being bought,
Or stolen from himself,
By Christians, who
This trade pursue,
For sordid, paltry pelf.
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A slave is—what?
A being sought
Throughout this wide domain;
Through bog and glen,
By dogs and men,
For lucre—cursed gain!
A being sought
Throughout this wide domain;
Through bog and glen,
By dogs and men,
For lucre—cursed gain!
A slave is—what?
I pray do not
Insist; I cannot know,
Nor words impart,
Or, painter's art,
Describe a slave—ah, no!
I pray do not
Insist; I cannot know,
Nor words impart,
Or, painter's art,
Describe a slave—ah, no!
A slave is—what?
Tell I can not,—
The task I would not crave:
If you would know,
Then straightway go,
And be yourself a slave!
Tell I can not,—
The task I would not crave:
If you would know,
Then straightway go,
And be yourself a slave!
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XXIX. ON PREJUDICE.
What green-ey'd monster now is this,Strolling our land o'er in triumph—
With great boldness? Whence his country,
Or his home? Stranger is he, or,
Native of our land, peculiar?
Indigenous, or by whatever
Name is he known? If he be friend,
He comes in shapes most comely,
Yet most questionable; indeed,
The mark of falsehood is upon
His brow. He has and wears a face
Double—nay more, e'en his very
Judgments warped are—his eye not
Single. Reason! he hath it not!
Nor will he be reasoned with.
Yet most wilily hath he entwined
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Politicians. In sanctuaries
Hath he gone, throwing his influence
There among—corrupting, and, yea
Poisoning all the clear, pure streams
Of piety and peace. The name
He bears is, Prejudice!—his home
America!—birthplace, the pit!
XXX. ON BUBBLES.
Often, in our waking dreams,
We invent a thousand schemes,
That bring with them troubles;
But, too late! we find, indeed,
That, alas! they can't succeed,
And are empty bubbles.
We invent a thousand schemes,
That bring with them troubles;
But, too late! we find, indeed,
That, alas! they can't succeed,
And are empty bubbles.
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Men are seen, with anxious care,
“Building castles in the air,”
With an interest double;
But their fancied visions bright,
By experience brought to light,
Are but one great bubble.
“Building castles in the air,”
With an interest double;
But their fancied visions bright,
By experience brought to light,
Are but one great bubble.
Some are preaching to their shame;
And, to get a godly name,
Preach a language double;—
Drag the Holy Scriptures in,—
Justify the Man of Sin,
And secure a bubble.
And, to get a godly name,
Preach a language double;—
Drag the Holy Scriptures in,—
Justify the Man of Sin,
And secure a bubble.
Men of genius, skill, and art,
Statesmen, lawyers, and, in short,
All experience trouble,
After wasting years and health,
To procure a name, or wealth,
Find they've but a bubble.
Statesmen, lawyers, and, in short,
All experience trouble,
After wasting years and health,
To procure a name, or wealth,
Find they've but a bubble.
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Then, if peace we wish below,
Our joys from Heaven must flow—
Our exertions double;
So, when death appears in view,
We may bid the world adieu,
With its mighty bubble.
Our joys from Heaven must flow—
Our exertions double;
So, when death appears in view,
We may bid the world adieu,
With its mighty bubble.
XXXI. BRING FLOWERS.
Bring flowers—gay flowers, to garnish the tomb,
Where, enshrined, the poor feeble body shall rest;
Let violets and dahlias continue to bloom,—
Be careful to keep them well dress'd.
Where, enshrined, the poor feeble body shall rest;
Let violets and dahlias continue to bloom,—
Be careful to keep them well dress'd.
How very desirous to select a place where,
With fine gravelled walks, and high iron rail,
Where gay roses grow with profusion and care,
To inter the body so frail!
With fine gravelled walks, and high iron rail,
Where gay roses grow with profusion and care,
To inter the body so frail!
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'Tis well! but how many forget the poor soul
Is vastly more lasting than poor feeble dust;
Neglect to preserve it a mansion or goal,
With God and the holy and just.
Is vastly more lasting than poor feeble dust;
Neglect to preserve it a mansion or goal,
With God and the holy and just.
Let flattering tombstones of marble denote
The places where wealth is decaying to dust;
And epitaphs tell of their virtues in rote,—
How wise they have lived, and how just.
The places where wealth is decaying to dust;
And epitaphs tell of their virtues in rote,—
How wise they have lived, and how just.
Bring flowers—sweet flowers, to strew on the grave
Where virtue neglected lies hid from the eyes,
And where lie the righteous, the noble, and brave,
Till called from above to arise.
Where virtue neglected lies hid from the eyes,
And where lie the righteous, the noble, and brave,
Till called from above to arise.
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XXXII. THE CAPTIVE.
By the wayside lay a poor bleeding stranger,
Lone and forsaken, in anguish and pain,
Sore and oppressed—in imminent danger—
Begging for mercy, but begging in vain.
Lone and forsaken, in anguish and pain,
Sore and oppressed—in imminent danger—
Begging for mercy, but begging in vain.
Many pass'd by him who saw his dejection,
Yet none in their kindness his deep wants relieved:
Both “Priest and Levite” passed by in succession,
With cold-like indifference to the bereav'd.
Yet none in their kindness his deep wants relieved:
Both “Priest and Levite” passed by in succession,
With cold-like indifference to the bereav'd.
Some thought him so poor, so hopelessly mangled,
That to assist him would do him no good;
And each with the other alternately wrangled,
What was best for him—removal or food.
That to assist him would do him no good;
And each with the other alternately wrangled,
What was best for him—removal or food.
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Churchmen, and lawyers, and keen politicians,—
The rich in chariots, rode by in haste;
None seemed dispos'd to shew e'en compassion
To one, in their view, so mean and debased.
The rich in chariots, rode by in haste;
None seemed dispos'd to shew e'en compassion
To one, in their view, so mean and debased.
At length, one proposed for him colonization,
Who said, “He ne'er can get well while he's here;
Besides, I detest an amalgamation,
Which will be the case, as seems to appear.”
Who said, “He ne'er can get well while he's here;
Besides, I detest an amalgamation,
Which will be the case, as seems to appear.”
While this debate was in rapid progression,
Preacher and man-thief were found to agree:
A “fanatic” cried out, “This is oppression,—
Heal the poor captive, and then set him free.”
Preacher and man-thief were found to agree:
A “fanatic” cried out, “This is oppression,—
Heal the poor captive, and then set him free.”
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XXXIII. LINES On hearing of the Burning of the Steamer “Lexington.”
See! the boat is dashing onward,
Through the trackless ocean, bold,
While the merry chit-chat gaily
Echoes through her splendid hold.
Through the trackless ocean, bold,
While the merry chit-chat gaily
Echoes through her splendid hold.
But, amidst the busy concourse,
Hark! there is a sudden cry,—
“Fire! fire! fire!—the boat's on fire!
Oh, have mercy! must we die?”
Hark! there is a sudden cry,—
“Fire! fire! fire!—the boat's on fire!
Oh, have mercy! must we die?”
“Where's my treasure? must I lose it?
Where's my husband, brother, friend?
Some are burning! some are drowning!
Ah! woe's me, is this their end?”
Where's my husband, brother, friend?
Some are burning! some are drowning!
Ah! woe's me, is this their end?”
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Some on bales of cotton venture—
Others, desperate, try to leap;
Some attempt the boats to enter,
But are plunged into the deep.
Others, desperate, try to leap;
Some attempt the boats to enter,
But are plunged into the deep.
Still the boat is fiercely burning,
Hopes of life for ever fled!
One last look, and then, for ever,
All are numbered with the dead!
Hopes of life for ever fled!
One last look, and then, for ever,
All are numbered with the dead!
XXXIV. LIFE'S STRUGGLE.
Life is a splendid vision,
Short and bright;
Then should we make provision
To do what's right.
Short and bright;
Then should we make provision
To do what's right.
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Press onward—struggle ever,
Work with zeal!
Time waits on mortals never—
Life—life is real!
Work with zeal!
Time waits on mortals never—
Life—life is real!
If we should find a creature
Who's unbless'd,
Care-worn in every feature,
And sore distress'd;—
Who's unbless'd,
Care-worn in every feature,
And sore distress'd;—
Stretch forth the hand of kindness,
And sustain,
One, who through mental blindness,
May have been slain.
And sustain,
One, who through mental blindness,
May have been slain.
If you should find another,
Who has need,
Ask not, “Is this my brother?”
But help with speed.
Who has need,
Ask not, “Is this my brother?”
But help with speed.
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If you can soothe his sorrow,
Don't delay;
Stay not “until to-morrow!”—
Haste—haste away!
Don't delay;
Stay not “until to-morrow!”—
Haste—haste away!
Old Time is onward urging
Every soul;
And all are swiftly verging
On to the goal.
Every soul;
And all are swiftly verging
On to the goal.
Therefore, be ever ready
Thus to declare
Truth to the poor and needy,
Everywhere.
Thus to declare
Truth to the poor and needy,
Everywhere.
Thought—that seems a trifle
In its birth,
Although we partly stifle,
May shake the earth.
In its birth,
Although we partly stifle,
May shake the earth.
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Then, if some thought or other
Should leak out,
It may assist a brother,
And ease a doubt.
Should leak out,
It may assist a brother,
And ease a doubt.
One word, one pleasant feature,
Has reliev'd
A needy fellow-creature,
When aggriev'd!
Has reliev'd
A needy fellow-creature,
When aggriev'd!
Nature around is busy—
Why should we
Remain contented, easy,
Continually?
Why should we
Remain contented, easy,
Continually?
Though life is but a bubble
Here below,
And a continual trouble
Where'er we go,—
Here below,
And a continual trouble
Where'er we go,—
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Yet, it hath many lessons
To impart,
And brings a thousand blessings
Around the heart.
To impart,
And brings a thousand blessings
Around the heart.
Who would not do a favour,
If he could;
And thereby help a neighbour,
Just as he should?
If he could;
And thereby help a neighbour,
Just as he should?
Work, then, while you have power,—
Work and wait;
Lest there should come an hour
When it is too late.
Work and wait;
Lest there should come an hour
When it is too late.
Work for God and one another,—
Work with zeal!
Be candid with your brother;—
Life—life is real!
Work with zeal!
Be candid with your brother;—
Life—life is real!
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XXXV. THE TREE.
This tree, this fine old tree!
Must needs be trimm'd this year,
Its fruits, deliciously,
Will then again appear,
And well repay the labour lent—
Besides the time we've on it spent.
Must needs be trimm'd this year,
Its fruits, deliciously,
Will then again appear,
And well repay the labour lent—
Besides the time we've on it spent.
This is the talk of some
About a certain tree,
Whose very fruit alone
Brings death and misery;
And yet they say it's fit for food,
And trim it for the nation's good.
About a certain tree,
Whose very fruit alone
Brings death and misery;
And yet they say it's fit for food,
And trim it for the nation's good.
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Thus have we, many years,
This tree of slav'ry fed,
Until its root appears
Quite far from dead;
But rather grown so tall and great
As to have seal'd the nation's fate.
This tree of slav'ry fed,
Until its root appears
Quite far from dead;
But rather grown so tall and great
As to have seal'd the nation's fate.
XXXVI. ON DEATH.
O Death! thou scourge most mighty, thou!
Must all to thy dread summons bow?
Oh, stay thy coming, shield thy dart!
In thee are all to share a part?
Must all to thy dread summons bow?
Oh, stay thy coming, shield thy dart!
In thee are all to share a part?
Wilt thou respect no dignity?
Must nobles and the peasantry
Be subject to thy great command?
Insatiate, cease to scourge the land!
Must nobles and the peasantry
Be subject to thy great command?
Insatiate, cease to scourge the land!
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Thou great destroyer of our life,
Hast thou no pity for the wife,
Or husband, brother, orphan, say?
Prolong for them another day.
Hast thou no pity for the wife,
Or husband, brother, orphan, say?
Prolong for them another day.
Consumption, palsy, plague, and pain,
Are due attendants on thy train,
Before thee go—invite thee on,
To finish what they have begun.
Are due attendants on thy train,
Before thee go—invite thee on,
To finish what they have begun.
O Death! when shall our labour cease,
And we from terror find release?
When shall we from thy pangs be free,
And death be lost in victory?
And we from terror find release?
When shall we from thy pangs be free,
And death be lost in victory?
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XXXVII. THE SLAVE'S LAMENT.
Can it be so? Has God intended
Me to be another's slave?
To toil in anguish, undefended,
From the cradle to the grave;
Yes, and bow my head in sorrow,
Lest I live to see the morrow?
Me to be another's slave?
To toil in anguish, undefended,
From the cradle to the grave;
Yes, and bow my head in sorrow,
Lest I live to see the morrow?
If so, why am I not contented
To endure this hateful chain?
Why have I constantly invented
Schemes my liberty to gain;
And with firm, heroic brav'ry,
Ventur'd my life to flee from slav'ry?
To endure this hateful chain?
Why have I constantly invented
Schemes my liberty to gain;
And with firm, heroic brav'ry,
Ventur'd my life to flee from slav'ry?
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No! God, in truth, condemns a system
That is wretched, vile, and base;
And e'en all nature bids the victim
Of it “fly from its embrace!”
Now, I bid adieu to slav'ry—
Its woes, its wrongs, its cunning knav'ry.
That is wretched, vile, and base;
And e'en all nature bids the victim
Of it “fly from its embrace!”
Now, I bid adieu to slav'ry—
Its woes, its wrongs, its cunning knav'ry.
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Meekly, at an important post
Obey thy Maker—Lord!
Regardless of a scornful host,
Declare His truth abroad.
Endeavor to sustain the right,—
Constant, true, and clear;
Ask Him to aid you by His might,
In goodness persevere!
Obey thy Maker—Lord!
Regardless of a scornful host,
Declare His truth abroad.
Endeavor to sustain the right,—
Constant, true, and clear;
Ask Him to aid you by His might,
In goodness persevere!
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Make it a point to help the poor,
And succour the oppress'd;
Never consent to bar their door,
Nor give their tyrants rest.
Alone! you cannot be alone!
Since truth is always nigh,
So persevere! assur'd that One
Above, still reigns on high!
And succour the oppress'd;
Never consent to bar their door,
Nor give their tyrants rest.
Alone! you cannot be alone!
Since truth is always nigh,
So persevere! assur'd that One
Above, still reigns on high!
Call'd to defend a brother's cause,
Let heart, and tongue, and pen,
And conscience, plead that righteous laws
Remain to govern, then
Keep thou in view the right.—Amen!
Let heart, and tongue, and pen,
And conscience, plead that righteous laws
Remain to govern, then
Keep thou in view the right.—Amen!
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XXXIX. HYMN, On the Celebration of the Freedom of the West Indies.
Let's celebrate this day,
With holy, mirthful glee,
And to the God of ages pray,
Who set the captives free.
With holy, mirthful glee,
And to the God of ages pray,
Who set the captives free.
This day we sing Thy praise,
And dedicate to Thee,
Because eight hundred thousand slaves
Received their liberty!
And dedicate to Thee,
Because eight hundred thousand slaves
Received their liberty!
'Twas Thy great power that wrought
This bloodless victory;
That brought th' enslaver's pow'r to naught,
And made Thy people free!
This bloodless victory;
That brought th' enslaver's pow'r to naught,
And made Thy people free!
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Their birthright now they claim,
Free from the master's rod;
And now—in Freedom's sacred name—
They worship only God.
Free from the master's rod;
And now—in Freedom's sacred name—
They worship only God.
Free! by Thy power divine!
Free to enjoy Thy rest!
Free! may their hearts to Thee incline,
And be for ever blest!
Free to enjoy Thy rest!
Free! may their hearts to Thee incline,
And be for ever blest!
XL. AUTUMN.
Autumn! I love thy tinted looks,
Thy fading leaves, and rippling brooks,
And variegated flowers;
Thy cooling winds and wither'd grass,
Precursor of the stormy blast,
And fluctuating showers.
Thy fading leaves, and rippling brooks,
And variegated flowers;
Thy cooling winds and wither'd grass,
Precursor of the stormy blast,
And fluctuating showers.
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Thy cloudy days and sultry nights,
And ripen'd fruits and pleasant sights,
Tell, in language plain,
That thou, whose frigid looks are seen
In blighted trees, with yellow, green,
Hath call'd on us again.
And ripen'd fruits and pleasant sights,
Tell, in language plain,
That thou, whose frigid looks are seen
In blighted trees, with yellow, green,
Hath call'd on us again.
Thy varied hills and vernal plains,
Wide fields, are stock'd with ripened grains,
And Indian summer's sun;
The crimson shadows of the sky,
And transient clouds rush swiftly by,
And tell us, Summer's done.
Wide fields, are stock'd with ripened grains,
And Indian summer's sun;
The crimson shadows of the sky,
And transient clouds rush swiftly by,
And tell us, Summer's done.
The cat-bird's pensive notes, unheard,
The keen winds blow, and ev'ry bird
Is silent through the land;
The varied foliage is seen,
Autumnal glory reigns supreme,
Spread by Almighty hand.
The keen winds blow, and ev'ry bird
Is silent through the land;
The varied foliage is seen,
Autumnal glory reigns supreme,
Spread by Almighty hand.
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Autumn! I love thy cloudy sky,
Thy many storms that pass us by,
Thy not infrequent rain;
As ancient time still steals away
“Our years, and makes our whiskers gray,”
Permits us to remain.
Thy many storms that pass us by,
Thy not infrequent rain;
As ancient time still steals away
“Our years, and makes our whiskers gray,”
Permits us to remain.
Thy annual visit and decay
Teach us a lesson, that we may
By learning well, prepare
To live consistently below,
And be prepared, when call'd to go,
The common fate to share.
Teach us a lesson, that we may
By learning well, prepare
To live consistently below,
And be prepared, when call'd to go,
The common fate to share.
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XLI. ODE TO DEITY.
Not unto us, but unto Thee,
Be endless praises given,
In time and in eternity,
On earth, and then in heaven!
Be endless praises given,
In time and in eternity,
On earth, and then in heaven!
For Thou art worthy to be praised
By all that dwell above;
And saints on earth their songs have raised
For Thy redeeming love.
By all that dwell above;
And saints on earth their songs have raised
For Thy redeeming love.
Creative goodness speaks Thy power,
While nature shows Thy skill;
And ev'ry moment—ev'ry hour—
Proclaim Thy favour still.
While nature shows Thy skill;
And ev'ry moment—ev'ry hour—
Proclaim Thy favour still.
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If angels worship God, their King,
And pay Him honours due,
Why should not Christians gladly sing
To their Creator too?
And pay Him honours due,
Why should not Christians gladly sing
To their Creator too?
Dear Lord! inspire our hearts anew,
To run the heavenly race—
With hope and happiness in view—
Until we see Thy face!
To run the heavenly race—
With hope and happiness in view—
Until we see Thy face!
XLII. GOD SPEED.
God speed the temperance cause
Throughout this favour'd land!
May nations make their laws
Bow to its mild command!
Until intemperance
No more pollutes the soil,
But peace and competence
Reward our toil!
Throughout this favour'd land!
May nations make their laws
Bow to its mild command!
Until intemperance
No more pollutes the soil,
But peace and competence
Reward our toil!
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Intemperance has spread—
Its poisoned stream has run
O'er young and hoary head—
O'er father and o'er son!
But since a light, not small,
Has shone along our way,
We hope King Alcohol
Has had his day!
Its poisoned stream has run
O'er young and hoary head—
O'er father and o'er son!
But since a light, not small,
Has shone along our way,
We hope King Alcohol
Has had his day!
Then let united aim,
To save our fellow-men
From drunkenness and pain
And degradation,—then
Shall men no longer be
Enslaved by drinking rum,
But from its wiles be free
All time to come!
To save our fellow-men
From drunkenness and pain
And degradation,—then
Shall men no longer be
Enslaved by drinking rum,
But from its wiles be free
All time to come!
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XLIII. ODE.
[In bonds of friendship sweet]
In bonds of friendship sweet,
To soothe each other's woe,
Samaria's sons and daughters meet
In lodges here below.
To soothe each other's woe,
Samaria's sons and daughters meet
In lodges here below.
While selfishness and sin
Cause thousands to lament,
These consecrated walls within,
We here behold content.
Cause thousands to lament,
These consecrated walls within,
We here behold content.
By obligations bound
Intemperance to shun,
Oh, may we constantly be found
The enemies of rum;
Intemperance to shun,
Oh, may we constantly be found
The enemies of rum;
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And vice, and crime, and sin,
And enmity, and pain,
Be never suffered to come in
To mar our peace again—
And enmity, and pain,
Be never suffered to come in
To mar our peace again—
Until we're called away
To the Grand Lodge above,
And praise and adoration pay
To purity and love.
To the Grand Lodge above,
And praise and adoration pay
To purity and love.
XLIV. THE REAPER.
There's a reaper who's been reaping
Ever since “Old Time” began,
And he claims for his theatre,
Earth,—and for his harvest, man!
Ever since “Old Time” began,
And he claims for his theatre,
Earth,—and for his harvest, man!
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On the battle-field he reapeth,
By the way-side, on the sea,
Everywhere this mighty reaper
Reapeth frail mortality.
By the way-side, on the sea,
Everywhere this mighty reaper
Reapeth frail mortality.
Unlike 'most all other reapers,
Who ne'er let their crops decay,
He reaps on, the rapid reaper
Reaps—but lets the harvest lay.
Who ne'er let their crops decay,
He reaps on, the rapid reaper
Reaps—but lets the harvest lay.
Since this reaper began reaping,
Millions have by him been hurl'd,
And have, from life's busy scenes, been
Gathered—to the “spirit-world.”
Millions have by him been hurl'd,
And have, from life's busy scenes, been
Gathered—to the “spirit-world.”
Though he has been constant reaping,
Still the harvest is not done;
Whilst he passes by, he tells us
That our reaping-time will come.
Still the harvest is not done;
Whilst he passes by, he tells us
That our reaping-time will come.
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Stern and bold this reaper's reaping,
And his locks are thin and white,
Yet he bravely wields the sickle,
And is reaping day and night.
And his locks are thin and white,
Yet he bravely wields the sickle,
And is reaping day and night.
No distinction does this reaper
Make—but reaps without delay;
Some of ev'ry tongue and nation
Have by him been swept away.
Make—but reaps without delay;
Some of ev'ry tongue and nation
Have by him been swept away.
If we're ready for this reaper,
In the final deadly strife,
When the conflict's fairly over
We shall enter into life.
In the final deadly strife,
When the conflict's fairly over
We shall enter into life.
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XLV. ODE.
[Behold! a noble band]
Behold! a noble band,
United heart and hand,
To keep from rum!
Who now stand pledg'd to save,
All men and women brave,
From the poor drunkard's grave,
All time to come.
United heart and hand,
To keep from rum!
Who now stand pledg'd to save,
All men and women brave,
From the poor drunkard's grave,
All time to come.
We raise our banners high,—
Old Alcohol defy—
We scorn his power!
Samaria's daughters, we,
And sons, are pledged to be,
In bonds of unity,
This sacred hour.
Old Alcohol defy—
We scorn his power!
Samaria's daughters, we,
And sons, are pledged to be,
In bonds of unity,
This sacred hour.
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And in the hour of prayer
We feel each other's care
In friendship bind.
And now and ever more
The wounded we'll restore,
And feed and clothe the poor
Of all mankind.
We feel each other's care
In friendship bind.
And now and ever more
The wounded we'll restore,
And feed and clothe the poor
Of all mankind.
In this, our humble sphere,
While thus we journey here,
We'll raise our voice,
And with a noble shout,
We'll find the drunkard out,
And turn him right about,
And then rejoice!
While thus we journey here,
We'll raise our voice,
And with a noble shout,
We'll find the drunkard out,
And turn him right about,
And then rejoice!
Our “Grand Master” on high,
Who reigns triumphantly,
And dwells above,
Bids us go on, and bind
The worst of human kind—
The poor, the halt, the blind—
With cords of love.
Who reigns triumphantly,
And dwells above,
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The worst of human kind—
The poor, the halt, the blind—
With cords of love.
Then, when our work is done,
When the last sand is run,
When we're no more;
Then may our sentence be—
“Thou hast done faithfully,
Enter eternity,
Thy God adore!”
When the last sand is run,
When we're no more;
Then may our sentence be—
“Thou hast done faithfully,
Enter eternity,
Thy God adore!”
XLVI. FORGET THEE.
Forget thee! no, not I indeed—
The time appears as yesterday,
And thoughts bring back again with speed
The simple words we used to say.
The time appears as yesterday,
And thoughts bring back again with speed
The simple words we used to say.
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Forget thee! no, I cannot while
I think, and reason doth its part,
Thy features—form—thy very smile,
Have made an impress on my heart.
I think, and reason doth its part,
Thy features—form—thy very smile,
Have made an impress on my heart.
Forget thee! yes, indeed I may,
When nature withers through neglect,
And sun grows dim, and stars decay;
Not until then can I forget.
When nature withers through neglect,
And sun grows dim, and stars decay;
Not until then can I forget.
Forget thee! can I? surely not;
Until all things shall cease to be;
Till earth itself shall be forgot,
And time breaks in eternity.
Until all things shall cease to be;
Till earth itself shall be forgot,
And time breaks in eternity.
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XLVII. TO WRITE.
Upon being asked to write in an Album by Miss A. C. C.
To write in your “Album” I am not inclined,
Although I no reason can give,
Unless I should tell you I scarce have a mind
To utter a thought that should live.
Although I no reason can give,
Unless I should tell you I scarce have a mind
To utter a thought that should live.
But since you insist, I suppose I must try—
So here goes to do what I can,
Why, bless me! my thoughts have this moment gone by—
The truants, how swiftly they ran!
So here goes to do what I can,
Why, bless me! my thoughts have this moment gone by—
The truants, how swiftly they ran!
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To write right, the right way would be to write well,
Yet who can write well without thought?
And if the right thoughts will for ever rebel,
How can I write right as I ought?
Yet who can write well without thought?
And if the right thoughts will for ever rebel,
How can I write right as I ought?
Then how can I write in your “Album,” dear Miss,
If fugitive thoughts will not stay?
I hope you'll excuse an occasion like this—
So, therefore, I bid you good-day.
If fugitive thoughts will not stay?
I hope you'll excuse an occasion like this—
So, therefore, I bid you good-day.
But stay,—I should wonder, can thoughts run away
From one who never had any?
This problem I leave you to solve as you may,
Your “Album” will solve it to many.
From one who never had any?
This problem I leave you to solve as you may,
Your “Album” will solve it to many.
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XLVIII. LINES On the Death of a Child, J. W., aged 11 years.
Like a transient shining light,
From beneath a cloudless sky,
Like a swift-wing'd seraph bright,
Thou hast gone to realms on high.
From beneath a cloudless sky,
Like a swift-wing'd seraph bright,
Thou hast gone to realms on high.
Though so few thy days on earth,
And affliction held thee fast,
Yet thou knew'st the second birth
Ere eleven years had past.
And affliction held thee fast,
Yet thou knew'st the second birth
Ere eleven years had past.
Testimony thou didst leave,
Seldom heard from infant's tongue;
Father, mother, do not grieve
For my loss, although so young.
Seldom heard from infant's tongue;
Father, mother, do not grieve
For my loss, although so young.
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Mother, do not angels sing?
Oh! I long with them to be,
Praising God, my Saviour King;
Mother, will not you meet me,—
Oh! I long with them to be,
Praising God, my Saviour King;
Mother, will not you meet me,—
Meet me where the weary rest,
Where affliction is unknown,
Where the saints of God are bless'd:
Meet me round my Father's throne?
Where affliction is unknown,
Where the saints of God are bless'd:
Meet me round my Father's throne?
XLIX. WHO HATH COURAGE?
Who hath courage? Not the hero
Leading in the strife,
To receive a nation's plaudits,
For his waste of life.
Leading in the strife,
To receive a nation's plaudits,
For his waste of life.
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Who, then, is it that hath courage?
He alone who dares
Act up to his own convictions,
And the right declares.
He alone who dares
Act up to his own convictions,
And the right declares.
Who hath courage? Not the tyrant
Boasting of his skill,
To enslave and bind his fellow
At his simple will.
Boasting of his skill,
To enslave and bind his fellow
At his simple will.
Who, then, is it that hath courage?
He that doth proclaim,
Unto all their right to freedom,
Every man the same.
He that doth proclaim,
Unto all their right to freedom,
Every man the same.
Who hath courage? Not the sober,
Or untempted one,
Who hath never had his stomach
Eaten out by rum.
Or untempted one,
Who hath never had his stomach
Eaten out by rum.
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Who, then, is it that hath courage?
He who though he may
Have been using poison freely,
Throws the cup away.
He who though he may
Have been using poison freely,
Throws the cup away.
Who hath courage? Not the daring,
Reckless pugilist,
Who for wager smites a brother,
With uplifted fist.
Reckless pugilist,
Who for wager smites a brother,
With uplifted fist.
Who, then, is it that hath courage?
He that won't resent
Every little insult given
With a base intent.
He that won't resent
Every little insult given
With a base intent.
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L. YEARS.
After a few short yearsOur race will have been run;
This short probation given us
Will end beneath the sun.
LI. CHEER UP.
Cheer up, brother; why dejected?
Pain will cease and sorrows end.
Why discourag'd if neglected?
Just look upwards, there's a friend.
Pain will cease and sorrows end.
Why discourag'd if neglected?
Just look upwards, there's a friend.
Cheer up, brother; there's a power
That upholds when none is near;
And through all life's darkest hour
Whispers sweetly—do not fear.
That upholds when none is near;
And through all life's darkest hour
Whispers sweetly—do not fear.
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Cheer up, brother; though the mountain
May be rugged, rough, and high,
From its apex flows a fountain;
Slake your thirst whenever dry.
May be rugged, rough, and high,
From its apex flows a fountain;
Slake your thirst whenever dry.
Cheer up, brother; though oppression
Stalketh boldly hand in hand,
Girt with truth—keep self-possession,
Thou shalt reach a better land.
Stalketh boldly hand in hand,
Girt with truth—keep self-possession,
Thou shalt reach a better land.
Cheer up, brother; in the distance
May be seen a single star,
All throughout life's poor existence,
See it, brightly beaming there.
May be seen a single star,
All throughout life's poor existence,
See it, brightly beaming there.
Cheer up, brother; angels hover
All around you in the strife,
With their golden pinions cover
O'er the path to endless life.
All around you in the strife,
With their golden pinions cover
O'er the path to endless life.
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Cheer up, brother; don't be fearful
Though the raging billows roar,
Full of hope and faith, be cheerful,
There are millions on before.
Though the raging billows roar,
Full of hope and faith, be cheerful,
There are millions on before.
Cheer up, brother; why thus slumber?
Battle manfully and brave;
There is yet an untold number
That in mercy Christ will save.
Battle manfully and brave;
There is yet an untold number
That in mercy Christ will save.
LII. THE PAUPER'S GRAVE.
No friend to wipe the sweat of death
From off his face,
Or kindred, when he drew his breath
In this deserted place.
From off his face,
Or kindred, when he drew his breath
In this deserted place.
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So, here he lies beneath the soil,
Where wild weeds grow,
The poor, the pauper, freed from toil,
In rough-hewn boxes low.
Where wild weeds grow,
The poor, the pauper, freed from toil,
In rough-hewn boxes low.
No marble monument to tell,
In doubtful truth,
That he had acted ill or well
In hoary age or youth.
In doubtful truth,
That he had acted ill or well
In hoary age or youth.
A simple board is all that's seen,
Or points to where
In silence sleeps the poor plebeian,
Releas'd from earthly care.
Or points to where
In silence sleeps the poor plebeian,
Releas'd from earthly care.
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LIII. THE CRISIS.
When a crisis heaves in view,
Manfully meet it;
Do not shrink or be dismay'd,
Cheerfully greet it.
Manfully meet it;
Do not shrink or be dismay'd,
Cheerfully greet it.
All dangers mostly end by
Strong opposition;
Then take a noble stand, and
A firm position.
Strong opposition;
Then take a noble stand, and
A firm position.
Like trees whose roots are deep, and
Whose branches flowing,
Firmly resist the shock, while
The storm is blowing.
Whose branches flowing,
Firmly resist the shock, while
The storm is blowing.
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Then be not recreant, and
Do not disemble,
And when the crisis comes, like
A coward tremble.
Do not disemble,
And when the crisis comes, like
A coward tremble.
Clouds that are threatening, and
Fill us with sorrow,
Oft bring a blessing on with
The early morrow.
Fill us with sorrow,
Oft bring a blessing on with
The early morrow.
Then manfully resist, with
A firm reliance;
Trusting to Providence, meet
It with defiance.
A firm reliance;
Trusting to Providence, meet
It with defiance.
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LIV. AN ACROSTIC.
We have seen thee, years ago,
In our early manhood days,
Lighting up a world below,
Like a comet in full blaze.
Into Slav'ry's dark abode
All the fire of truth was sent;
Many trembl'd at the word,
In our early manhood days,
Lighting up a world below,
Like a comet in full blaze.
Into Slav'ry's dark abode
All the fire of truth was sent;
Many trembl'd at the word,
Like an aspen tree when bent.
Onward—is thy motto still,
Young and old have follow'd thee,
Ev'n almost against their will,
Driv'n to plead for liberty.
Onward—is thy motto still,
Young and old have follow'd thee,
Ev'n almost against their will,
Driv'n to plead for liberty.
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Go on pleading for the dumb,
Although held forth as a knave;
Reckless thou art call'd by some,
Rob'd in truth, be valiant—brave.
If thou can'st not live to see
Slav'ry from this nation driv'n,
Oh! may'st thou rewarded be,
Not on earth, but high in heav'n.
Although held forth as a knave;
Reckless thou art call'd by some,
Rob'd in truth, be valiant—brave.
If thou can'st not live to see
Slav'ry from this nation driv'n,
Oh! may'st thou rewarded be,
Not on earth, but high in heav'n.
LV. REQUIESCAT IN PACE.
On the Death of Caroline Millen Clark, who Died 1st December, 1857.
Just like a rose in early spring,
That blooms and withers in a day;
So thou, poor fragile sickly thing,
Was early call'd away.
That blooms and withers in a day;
So thou, poor fragile sickly thing,
Was early call'd away.
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'Tis hard indeed to bid farewell
To one belov'd, so young and mild;
None but a parent's heart can tell
The love he bears his child.
To one belov'd, so young and mild;
None but a parent's heart can tell
The love he bears his child.
We stood around thy dying bed,
We heard thee offer up a prayer
Unto thy Father God; who said,—
Come, and my kingdom share.
We heard thee offer up a prayer
Unto thy Father God; who said,—
Come, and my kingdom share.
We know that thou art call'd away,
But, ah! 'tis hard with thee to part;
It breaks the tender ties that lay
Entwined around the heart.
But, ah! 'tis hard with thee to part;
It breaks the tender ties that lay
Entwined around the heart.
'Twas in the budding time of life,
Ere crime had made its deadly stain,
Thou left a world of sin and strife,
In heaven above to reign.
Ere crime had made its deadly stain,
Thou left a world of sin and strife,
In heaven above to reign.
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A little while, then, Caroline,
In that bright world we'll meet again,
Where, like the sun, thou shalt outshine,
Among the holy train.
In that bright world we'll meet again,
Where, like the sun, thou shalt outshine,
Among the holy train.
LVI. PILGRIM.
Pilgrim on the toilsome way,
Through this vale of sorrow,
There will be a better day,
Wrestle till the morrow.
Through this vale of sorrow,
There will be a better day,
Wrestle till the morrow.
Say not that your trouble's great,
Or your conflicts many;
On your Heavenly Father wait,
He doth succour any.
Or your conflicts many;
On your Heavenly Father wait,
He doth succour any.
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All the holy righteous dead,
All the martyrs bleeding,
Are but just gone on a-head,
Press on—never heeding.
All the martyrs bleeding,
Are but just gone on a-head,
Press on—never heeding.
They through blood have struggled on,
Through the flames and fire;
But they now can look upon
Jesus, and admire.
Through the flames and fire;
But they now can look upon
Jesus, and admire.
Are you tempted to look back,
Give the struggle over?
Think of those who, on the rack,
Prais'd the great Jehovah.
Give the struggle over?
Think of those who, on the rack,
Prais'd the great Jehovah.
Pilgrim on the toilsome way,
Through this vale of sorrow,
Surely there's a better day,
There's a brighter morrow.
Through this vale of sorrow,
Surely there's a better day,
There's a brighter morrow.
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LVII. NO ENERGY.
In all my life I never knew
A creature to do well without it.
What! have no energy to do,
And yet succeed?—I really doubt it.
A creature to do well without it.
What! have no energy to do,
And yet succeed?—I really doubt it.
Then why sit down at ease and say—
“This can't be done, that, or the other:”
In such a man I have no faith,
No matter who may be his mother.
“This can't be done, that, or the other:”
In such a man I have no faith,
No matter who may be his mother.
What think ye of the farmer who
Neglects to sow his grain in season,
And yet expects to reap the fruit
In time;—think ye he acts with reason?
Neglects to sow his grain in season,
And yet expects to reap the fruit
In time;—think ye he acts with reason?
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The man of energy will dare
To do what suits his will or pleasure;
Though thousands all around him fail,
Yet he secures the honoured treasure.
To do what suits his will or pleasure;
Though thousands all around him fail,
Yet he secures the honoured treasure.
'Tis energy that guides the plough,
And makes the steamer roar and rattle,
Directs the ship in every port,
And makes the hero dare in battle.
And makes the steamer roar and rattle,
Directs the ship in every port,
And makes the hero dare in battle.
In all my life I never knew
The energetic man to stumble,
Or, if he fails in one attempt,
To sit down and begin to grumble.
The energetic man to stumble,
Or, if he fails in one attempt,
To sit down and begin to grumble.
“What man has done may yet,” he cries,
“Be done by man in any station;
So I will try, and try again,
And bid defiance to the nation.”
“Be done by man in any station;
So I will try, and try again,
And bid defiance to the nation.”
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LVIII. ACROSTIC, A. C. C.
Although possess'd of youth and health,
Let not vain thoughts abound,
Midst every flower, as by stealth,
Insects will oft be found.
Remember then—remember when
All things in time will fail,
Let not vain thoughts abound,
Midst every flower, as by stealth,
Insects will oft be found.
Remember then—remember when
All things in time will fail,
Coolly survey the future, then
Regard this earth as frail.
Ages have proved this saying true,
Nor can it be denied,
Despite of all that men can do,
Evil will flow from pride;
Let meekness guide your course through life,
Love, virtue, truth, and grace.
Regard this earth as frail.
Ages have proved this saying true,
Nor can it be denied,
Despite of all that men can do,
Evil will flow from pride;
Let meekness guide your course through life,
Love, virtue, truth, and grace.
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Calmly avoid all needless strife,
Leading you to disgrace,
Almira—this I bid you do,
Respect yourself, the right pursue;
Keep this advice always in view.
Leading you to disgrace,
Almira—this I bid you do,
Respect yourself, the right pursue;
Keep this advice always in view.
LIX. AN EPITAPH ON MY DOG TURK.
The last remains of “Turk” lie here,
Who ne'er was known to shrink, or fear
The face of interloper;
Poor “Turk” was ever, soon or late,
From puppy up to dog's estate,
A foe to thief or loafer.
Who ne'er was known to shrink, or fear
The face of interloper;
Poor “Turk” was ever, soon or late,
From puppy up to dog's estate,
A foe to thief or loafer.
So thus upon a certain day,
As “Turk” stole out, some thought to play,
Or to hide from his master,
Oh, cruel fate! he was shot dead;
The ball pass'd through the poor dog's head—
Such was his sad disaster.
As “Turk” stole out, some thought to play,
Or to hide from his master,
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The ball pass'd through the poor dog's head—
Such was his sad disaster.
Now, all the canine race may take
Warning by “Turk's” unhappy fate,
And learn to stay at home;
Nor bark or bite, and snarl and scout,
Or break their chains and run about,
When call'd, refuse to come.
Warning by “Turk's” unhappy fate,
And learn to stay at home;
Nor bark or bite, and snarl and scout,
Or break their chains and run about,
When call'd, refuse to come.
LX. DO THEY MISS ME?
A PARODY.
“Do they miss me at home—do they miss me?”
'Twould be an assurance to me,
To know that I'm really forgotten,
My face they could never more see.
'Twould be an assurance to me,
To know that I'm really forgotten,
My face they could never more see.
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“Do they miss me at home—do they miss me?”
By light, as the horn echoes loud,
And the slaves are marched off to the corn-field,
I'm miss'd from that half-naked crowd.
By light, as the horn echoes loud,
And the slaves are marched off to the corn-field,
I'm miss'd from that half-naked crowd.
“Do they miss me at home—do they miss me?”
The hut, with its bare floor of dirt,
Where the ash-cake is waiting to greet me,
When done with my thankless day's work.
The hut, with its bare floor of dirt,
Where the ash-cake is waiting to greet me,
When done with my thankless day's work.
“Do they miss me at home—do they miss me?”
The driver his lash used to ply,
As the blood trickl'd down from my shoulders
The flesh from my body would fly.
The driver his lash used to ply,
As the blood trickl'd down from my shoulders
The flesh from my body would fly.
“Do they miss me at home—do they miss me?”
The blood-hounds are scenting my track,
And for long weary days they have hunted,
In order to hurry me back.
The blood-hounds are scenting my track,
And for long weary days they have hunted,
In order to hurry me back.
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“Do they miss me at home—do they miss me?”
The pockets are empty of cash,
While the auction-block 's waiting to meet me
The trader stands by with his lash.
The pockets are empty of cash,
While the auction-block 's waiting to meet me
The trader stands by with his lash.
“Do they miss me at home—do they miss me?”
In the fields of rice, sugar, and grain;
If they do, I am glad, I assure you,
They never shall see me again.
In the fields of rice, sugar, and grain;
If they do, I am glad, I assure you,
They never shall see me again.
LXI. GOSSIP!
Oh! Mrs. A---, have you not heard
The news around the town?
'Tis said that Mr. B--- was seen
To look at Mrs. Brown!
The news around the town?
'Tis said that Mr. B--- was seen
To look at Mrs. Brown!
Then Mr. C---, I really heard,—
Don't tell it for your life,—
Has just determin'd, only think,
To make Miss D--- his wife!
Don't tell it for your life,—
Has just determin'd, only think,
To make Miss D--- his wife!
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And Mr. E--- is going to—
I promis'd not to tell—
Be married to Miss F---, down street;
'Tis thought that she'll do well.
I promis'd not to tell—
Be married to Miss F---, down street;
'Tis thought that she'll do well.
The news is now, that young Miss G---
Is dead in love with H---;
But now, they say, he does not care,
He's courting Sally Baich.
Is dead in love with H---;
But now, they say, he does not care,
He's courting Sally Baich.
I--- call'd on me the other day,
And ask'd me if I could
Speak a good word for him to J---;
But do you think I would?
And ask'd me if I could
Speak a good word for him to J---;
But do you think I would?
Why, there is K---, that prims so much,
And dresses very gay;
They tell me she's engag'd to L---,
But I doubt all they say!
And dresses very gay;
They tell me she's engag'd to L---,
But I doubt all they say!
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What do you think of M---'s new coat?
N--- says it don't look well.
Dear me! what makes O--- flirt so much?
That P---'s a perfect swell!
N--- says it don't look well.
Dear me! what makes O--- flirt so much?
That P---'s a perfect swell!
Q--- call'd on me the other day,
And ask'd me what I thought
Of the new dress that R--- had on,
The other day she bought.
And ask'd me what I thought
Of the new dress that R--- had on,
The other day she bought.
The bonnet that Miss S--- had on,
They said, came o'er the sea;
But young Miss T--- said U--- told her,
'Twas bought up town of V---.
They said, came o'er the sea;
But young Miss T--- said U--- told her,
'Twas bought up town of V---.
W--- thinks so much of X---,
Y--- says Z---'s lips are down!
And now I've told you all the news
There is around the town.
Y--- says Z---'s lips are down!
And now I've told you all the news
There is around the town.
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LXII. LOVE.
Oh! gentle sir, calm and secure,
Lone on your pillow wake,
A lady, knocking at your door,
Has brought her heart to break.
Lone on your pillow wake,
A lady, knocking at your door,
Has brought her heart to break.
That heart is offer'd to you now;
Will you accept the prize,
Or disregard love's open vow,
And hide it from your eyes?
Will you accept the prize,
Or disregard love's open vow,
And hide it from your eyes?
Ah, gentle sir! love's not a dream
Of fancied vision bright;
But rather like a limpid stream
That's running day and night.
Of fancied vision bright;
But rather like a limpid stream
That's running day and night.
'Tis like a precious gem that lay
Within the earth conceal'd,
Until the mighty orb of day
Its beauties hath reveal'd.
Within the earth conceal'd,
Until the mighty orb of day
Its beauties hath reveal'd.
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LXIII. ON THE TIMES.
See the prancing steed is foaming,
Eager to enjoy the strife;
As it is in exact keeping
With the habits of his life.
Eager to enjoy the strife;
As it is in exact keeping
With the habits of his life.
With the blood up to the bridle,
He is coursing o'er the plain;
And the fields are thickly lying
With the bodies of the slain.
He is coursing o'er the plain;
And the fields are thickly lying
With the bodies of the slain.
Men engaged in deadly conflict,
Who did heretofore agree,
Brother against brother striving,
Desperate, yet ignobly.
Who did heretofore agree,
Brother against brother striving,
Desperate, yet ignobly.
Why are men thus in confusion,
Scarcely dreaming what they do,
Arming to engage a foeman,
Yet not really knowing who?
Scarcely dreaming what they do,
Arming to engage a foeman,
Yet not really knowing who?
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Are they making preparation
For a future deadly blow—
The great work of “Armageddon”
To be fought on earth below?
For a future deadly blow—
The great work of “Armageddon”
To be fought on earth below?
Where the birds shall all be gather'd,
To enjoy a feast of God;
And the nations will be smitten
By His dire avenging rod.
To enjoy a feast of God;
And the nations will be smitten
By His dire avenging rod.
These are surely times of trouble;
Men are fill'd with dread dismay,
Looking for what shall transpire,
At some future coming day,
Men are fill'd with dread dismay,
Looking for what shall transpire,
At some future coming day,
When this planet shall be purged
Of its dross, its sin, and shame,
And the “King” possess the kingdom,
And “a thousand years shall reign.”
Of its dross, its sin, and shame,
And the “King” possess the kingdom,
And “a thousand years shall reign.”
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LXIV. MEET IN HEAVEN.
Ah! shall we meet at last in heav'n,
As here on earth we meet;
And there, redeem'd, with sins forgiv'n,
Each other kindly greet?
As here on earth we meet;
And there, redeem'd, with sins forgiv'n,
Each other kindly greet?
What! meet in heav'n, where Jesus reigns,
In that resplendent sphere?
It will repay for all the pains
And cares we suffer'd here.
In that resplendent sphere?
It will repay for all the pains
And cares we suffer'd here.
We'll meet in heav'n if faithful, when
These troublous times are o'er;
Oh! yes, we'll meet in heav'n again,
As we've met heretofore.
These troublous times are o'er;
Oh! yes, we'll meet in heav'n again,
As we've met heretofore.
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It stands engrav'd in solid brass,
And to His people giv'n,
A promise, that if true at last
They all shall meet in heav'n.
And to His people giv'n,
A promise, that if true at last
They all shall meet in heav'n.
“Unto the swift is not the race,”
Nor battle to the strong;
But he who treads the path of grace,
The journey all along.
Nor battle to the strong;
But he who treads the path of grace,
The journey all along.
To him the prize is freely giv'n,
Who struggles to the end;
He shall enjoy a rest in heav'n,
A rest with Christ his friend.
Who struggles to the end;
He shall enjoy a rest in heav'n,
A rest with Christ his friend.
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LXV. BE JOYFUL!
Dedicated to the First Colored Regiment of Michigan.
Two years gone by, then we were told,
We do not want your aid;
Our fighting—all we mean to do,
And dying, too, 'twas said.
Now truth maintains her ancient strife
With slavery, loud and long;
In deadly grasp they struggle on,
Till right shall conquer wrong.
We do not want your aid;
Our fighting—all we mean to do,
And dying, too, 'twas said.
Now truth maintains her ancient strife
With slavery, loud and long;
In deadly grasp they struggle on,
Till right shall conquer wrong.
Chorus—
Oh! it will be joyful, joyful, joyful;Oh! it will be joyful, when slavery is no more,
When slavery is no more, when slavery is no more;
Then we'll sing, and offering bring, when slavery is no more.
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The wolverenes of Michigan,
The coloured first—though new,
Will boldly to the contest march,
And strike for freedom too.
With Millican, Port Hudson, and
Fort Waggoner in view,
We'll bleed and die for liberty,
As freemen only do.
The coloured first—though new,
Will boldly to the contest march,
And strike for freedom too.
With Millican, Port Hudson, and
Fort Waggoner in view,
We'll bleed and die for liberty,
As freemen only do.
Chorus—
Oh! that will be joyful, &c.
To make our country what it should,
Has always been of right;
A land of just and equal laws,
And not of force and might:
A place where not a fetter'd slave
Shall ever clank his chain;
But where, without regard to caste,
Freedom and truth shall reign.
Has always been of right;
A land of just and equal laws,
And not of force and might:
A place where not a fetter'd slave
Shall ever clank his chain;
But where, without regard to caste,
Freedom and truth shall reign.
Chorus—
Oh! it will be joyful, &c.167
What then shall our status be,
And victory shall be won,
When marked, and scarred, with tattered flag,
We from the battle come?
We care not what we then shall be,
For if we're true and brave,
Be what we will, with arms in hand,
We won't be made a slave.
And victory shall be won,
When marked, and scarred, with tattered flag,
We from the battle come?
We care not what we then shall be,
For if we're true and brave,
Be what we will, with arms in hand,
We won't be made a slave.
Chorus—
Oh! it will be joyful, &c.
We fight for God and liberty,
For justice, truth, and right,
The freedom of the helpless slave
Against the tyrant's might.
We do not doubt which will succeed
In such a cause as this;
The bullets of a freeman's arm
Were never known to miss.
For justice, truth, and right,
The freedom of the helpless slave
Against the tyrant's might.
We do not doubt which will succeed
In such a cause as this;
The bullets of a freeman's arm
Were never known to miss.
Chorus—
Oh! it will be joyful, &c.168
We've heard from Louisiana,
The Bay State, and from Penn,
And last—not least—here come the sons
Of good old Michigan.
And now three cheers for ---,
Who has the soldiers made,
And three loud groans for copperheads
Who will not lend their aid.
The Bay State, and from Penn,
And last—not least—here come the sons
Of good old Michigan.
And now three cheers for ---,
Who has the soldiers made,
And three loud groans for copperheads
Who will not lend their aid.
Chorus—
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