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D. H. JAQUES.
1 O WEEP, ye friends of Freedom, weep !
Shout liberty no more;
Till slavery's reign is o'er.
That banner should not wave
Your Brother toils A SLAVE!
For those who toil in chains,
On Carolina's plains !
His arm is strong to save ;
Your Brother is a slave!
Your mission to fulfil,-
The slaves no longer till ;
Your native land to save ;
1 What mean ye
bruise and bind
Who asks to hear my word ?
2 What mean ye that ye make them toil,
Through long and weary years, And shed like rain upon your soil,
Their blood and bitter tears ? 3 What mean ye,
dare to rend
How dare you bid them part ?
To you so much has given,
Ye keep both earth and heaven !
P. M. Mrs. FOLLEN. I Hear ye not the voice of anguish,
In our own-our native land? Brethren, doomed in chains to languish, Lift to heaven the fettered hand;
Death, to end their grief, demand. 2 Let us raise our supplication,
For the scourged, the suff'ring slave-
God of mercy!
From thy throne, O, hear and save. 3 Those in bonds we would remember;
Lord, our hands with theirs are bound !
Till our labors
4 Even now thy word is spoken !
Lo, the tyrant's power must cease!
Then in splendor
L. M. W. L. GARRISON. 1 The hour of freedom ! come it must
O! hasten it in inercy, heaven !
Shall stand erect, their fetters riven. 2 When glorious freedom shall be won
By every caste, complexion, clime;
And color cease to be a crime !
This guilty land from ruin save,
And Mercy rescue from the grave. 4 And ye, who are like cattle sold,
Ignobly trodden like the earth,
Your souls debased from their high birth5 Bear meekly still your cruel woes,
Light follows darkness-comfort, pain;
11s. & 8s. Mrs. Price.
West India Emancipation. 1 How brightly they lie on the ocean's deep surge,
All gilded by freedom and love; The zephyr's sweet voice has sung tyranny's dirge,
And wafts their glad praises above. 2 The mother, who knelt where the briny waves
And lifted her hands in despair; [beat, Now feels that the fetter is loosed from her feet,
Her loved ones released from the snare. 3 There's joy in the cabin where once there was
The husband, the father is free [woe, While blessings of Liberty sweetly o'erflow
Those beautiful Isles of the sea. 4 A halo of glory encircles them now,
A rainbow is seen in the sky ; Fair freedom looks up with a wreath on her brow,
And points to the glory on high. 5 Those slaves once degraded may now hope to
The mansions prepared for the blest ; [gain Away from the thoughts of their bondage and pain,
With purified spirits to rest.
The Same. 1 The bondmen are free in the Isles of the main!
The chains from their limbs they are flinging ! They stand up as Men-never tyrants again Their God-given rights in proud scorn shall pro
It is Liberty's song they are singing: [fane, Hark, loud swells their strain o'er the foaming sea, 'Freedom ! holy freedom ! freedom, our joy is in
2 That shout of the freed-men bursts sweet on
our ears! Their hymn full of joy, hear it swelling ! Their hearts throb with pleasure, their eyes fill
with tears, As ends the hard bondage of many long years :
Now exultant with pride they are telling• Free, free are we from the slave's hard yoke ! Freemen, faithful freemen-freemen, our fetters
3 Now praise to Jehovah! the might of His love
At length o'er the foe is prevailing; His truth was the weapon, and by it we strove, In the light of his spirit sent down from above
E'en his love and his truth never failing; Thanks, thanks unto God ! now the slave is free ! Freedom ! holy freedom ! Father, our thanks are
4 O ye who are blest with fair Liberty's light,
With courage and hope all abounding, With weapons
of love be
bold for the right; By the preaching of truth put oppression to flight;
Then, your altars triumphant surrounding, Loud, loud let the anthem of joy ring out : Freedom ! holy freedom ! let all the world hear
1 Eternal Father, Thou hast made
A numerous family thy care,