Part 7
One star shines in the heavens above That guides him on his lonely way;-- Star of the North--how deep his love For thee, thou star of Liberty! Farewell--farewell: Behind he leaves the whips and chains, Before him spreads sweet Freedom's plains.
For the Election.
TUNE:--'_Scots wha hae with Wallace bled_.'
Ye who know and do the right, Ye who cherish honor bright, Ye who worship love and light, Choose your side to-day. Succor Freedom, now you can, Voting for an honest man; Or you may from Slavery's span, Pick a Polk or Clay.
Boasts your vote no higher aim, Than between two blots of shame That would stain our country's fame, Just to choose the least? Let it sternly answer no! Let it straight for Freedom go; Let it swell the winds that blow From the north and east.
Blot!--the smaller--is a curse Blighting conscience, honor, purse; Give us any, give the worse, 'Twill be less endured. Freemen, is it God who wills You to choose, of foulest ills, That which only latest kills? No; he wills it cured.
Do your duty, He will aid; Dare to vote as you have prayed; Who e'er conquered, while his blade Served his open foes. Right established, would you see? Feel that you yourselves are free; Strike for that which ought to be-- God will bless the blows.
Hail the Day!
AIR:--"_Wreathe the bowl_."
Hail the day Whose joyful ray Speaks of emancipation! The day that broke Oppression's yoke-- The birth-day of a nation!
When England's might Put forth for right, Achieved a fame more glorious Than armies tried, Or navies' pride, O'er land and sea victorious!
Soon may we gain An equal name In honor's estimation! And righteousness Exalt and bless Our glorious happy nation!
Brave hearts shall lend Strong hands to rend Foul slavery's bonds asunder, And liberty Her jubilee Proclaim, in tones of thunder!
We hail afar Fair freedom's star, Her day-star brightly glancing; We hear the tramp From freedom's camp, Assembling and advancing!
No noisy drum Nor murderous gun, No deadly fiends contending; But love and right Their force unite, In peaceful conflict blending.
Fair freedom's host, In joyful boast, Unfolds her banner ample! With Channing's fame, And Whittier's name, And BIRNEY'S bright example!
Come join your hands With freedom's bands, New England's sons and daughters! Speak your decree-- Man shall be free-- As mountains, winds and waters!
And haste the day Whose coming ray Speaks our emancipation! Whose glorious light, Enthroning right, Shall bless and save the nation!
(From the Globe.)
The Ballot.
BY J.E. DOW.
Air, "Bonnie Doon," page 54.
Dread sovereign, thou! the chainless WILL-- Thy source the nation's mighty heart-- The ballot box thy cradle still-- Thou speak'st, and nineteen millions start; Thy subjects, sons of noble sires; Descendants of a patriot band-- Thy lights a million's household fires-- Thy daily walk, my native land.
And shall the safeguard of the free, By valor won on gory plains, Become a solemn mockery While freemen breathe and virtue reigns? Shall liberty be bought and sold By guilty creatures clothed with power? Is HONOR but a name for GOLD, And PRINCIPLE A WITHERED FLOWER?
The parricide's accursed steel Has pierced thy sacred sovereignty; And all who think, and all who feel, Must act or never more be free. No party chains shall bind us here; No mighty name shall turn the blow: Then, wounded sovereignty, appear, And lay the base apostates low.
The wretch, with hands by murder red, May hope for mercy at the last; And he who steals a nation's bread, May have oblivion's statute passed. But he who steals a sacred right, And brings his native land to scorn, Shall die a traitor in her sight, With none to pity or to mourn.
The Spirit of the Pilgrims.
Tune, "Be free, Oh man, be free," page 134.
The spirit of the Pilgrims Is spreading o'er the earth, And millions now point to the land Where Freedom had her birth: Hark! Hear ye not the earnest cry That peals o'er every wave? "God above, In thy love, O liberate the slave!"
Ye heard of trampled Poland, And of her sons in chains, And noble thoughts flashed through your minds And fire flowed through your veins. Then wherefore hear ye not the cry That breaks o'er land and sea?-- "On each plain, Rend the chain, And set the captive free!"
Oh, think ye that our fathers, (That noble patriot band,) Could now look down with kindling joy, And smile upon the land? Or would a trumpet-tone go forth, And ring from shore to shore;-- "All who stand, In this land, Shall be free for evermore!"
Great God, inspire thy children, And make thy creatures just, That every galling chain may fall, And crumble into dust: That not one soul throughout the land Our fathers died to save, May again, By fellow-men, Be branded as a Slave!
What Mean Ye?
TUNE--'_Ortonville_.'
What mean ye that ye bruise and bind My people, saith the Lord, And starve your craving brother's mind, Who asks to hear my word?
What mean ye that ye make them toil; Through long and dreary years, And shed like rain upon your soil Their blood and bitter tears?
What mean ye, that ye dare to rend The tender mother's heart? Brothers from sisters, friend from friend, How dare you bid them part?
What mean ye when God's bounteous hand, To you so much has given, That from the slave who tills your land, Ye keep both earth and heaven?
When at the judgment God shall call, Where is thy brother? say, What mean ye to the Judge of all To answer on that day?
Hymn for Children.
AIR:--"_Miss Lucy Long_."
BY W.S. ABBOTT.
While we are happy here, In joy and peace and love, We'll raise our hearts, with holy fear, To thee, great God, above.
God of our infant hours! The music of our tongues, The worship of our nobler powers, To thee, to thee belongs.
The little, trembling slave Shall feel our sympathy; O God! arise with might to save, And set the captive free.
No parent's holy care Provides for him repose, But oft the hot and briny tear, In sorrow freely flows.
The God of Abraham praise; The curse he will remove; The slave shall welcome happy days, With liberty and love.
Pray without ceasing, pray, Ye saints of God Most High, That all who hail this glorious day, May have their liberty.
Liberty Glee.
TUNE:--"_The Pirate's Glee_."
March on! march on! we love the Liberty flag, That's waving o'er our land; As fearless as the eagle soaring O'er the cloud-capped mountain crag, Slavery in terror flies before us; We fling our banner to the blast; It there shall float triumphant o'er us, We will defend it to the last. March on! march on, &c.
Vote on! vote on, we hail the Liberty flag, That leads us on our way; We'll boldly vote, our country saving, And bravely conquer while we may. The world is up--for freedom moving, The thunders' distant roar we hear-- From land to land the free are calling, And slaves with joy and rapture hear. Vote on! vote on, &c.
March on! March on!
TUNE:--"_The Pirate's Glee_."
March on! march on, ye friends of freedom for all, For truth and right contend; Be ever ready at humanity's call, Till tyrant's power shall end. The proud slave-holders rule the nation, The people's groans are loud and long; Arouse, ye men, in every station, And join to crush the power of wrong.--March on, etc.
Fight on! fight on, ye brave till victory's won, And justice shall prevail; Till all shall feel the rays of liberty's sun, Streaming o'er hill and dale. The tyrants know their guilt and tremble, The glowing light of truth they fear; Then let them all their hosts assemble, And Slavery's dreadful sentence hear. Fight on! fight on, &c.
Roll on! roll on, ye brave, the liberty car, Our country's name to save; Soon shall our land be known to nations afar, As the home of the free and brave. The voice of freemen loud hath spoken, A brighter day we soon shall see; When Slavery's chains shall all be broken, And all the captive millions free. Roll on, roll on, &c.
INDEX.
[Transcriber's Note: The original order of the entries in this index has been preserved.]
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Am I not a Man and Brother? 56 Am I not a Sister? 57 Afric's Dream 20 A Beacon has been lighted 74 A vision 142 Are ye truly Free? 126 A Tribute to departed worth 152
Brothers be Brave for the pining Slave 26 Blind Slave Boy 37 Bereaved Father 10 Birney and Liberty 129 Ballot-Box 130 Be free! O man, be free! 134 Break every yoke 159 Be kind to each other 166
Comfort in affliction 44 Clarion of Freedom 80 Come join the Abolitionists 96 Comfort for the bondmen 108 Come and see the works of God 109 Christian Mother 131
Domestic Bliss 31
Emancipation Song 146
Fugitive Slave to the Christian 34 Fourth of July 88 Freedom's Gathering 164 Friend of the Friendless 103
Gone! gone, sold and gone 5 Get off the Track 144
Heard ye that Cry? 48 How long! O, how long! 33 Hark! I hear a sound of anguish 24 Hail the day! 180 Hark! a voice from Heaven 110 Holy freedom 120 Harbinger of Liberty 148 Hymn for Children 183
I would not live alway 59 I am Monarch of naught I survey 18
Liberty battle Song 128 Light of Truth 149 Liberty Glee 184
Manhood 178 My child is gone 43 March to the Battle-field 115 Myron Holly 77 March on! march on! 184
Negro Boy sold for a watch 16
O Pity the Slave Mother 32 Our Pilgrim Fathers 60 Our Countrymen in chains! 76 On to Victory 83 Our Countrymen are dying 94 O Charity! 101 Oft in the chilly night 117 Ode to James G. Birney 150
Prayer for the Slave 52 Pilgrim Song 86 Praise and Prayer 167 Poor Voter's Song 178
Quadroon Maiden 29
Remembering God is just 53 Rise! Freeman rise! 73 Rouse up, New England! 70 Remember me 73
Sleep on, my Child 49 Song of the Coffle gang 22 Slave's Wrongs 40 Stanzas for the times 63 Slave Boy's Wish 9 Slave Girl mourning her Father 12 Slave Mother and her babe 13 Strike for liberty 82 Sing me a triumph Song 91 Song of the Free 118 Stolen we were 140
The law of love 100 The fugitive 54 The poor little slave 45 The Bereaved Mother 46 The Negro's appeal 14 The Strength of tyranny 36 To those I Love 66 The Bondman 87 The man for me 84 The Mercy-Seat 102 The pleasant land we love 112 The freed Slave 114 The Liberty Flag 114 The Liberty party 132 The last night of Slavery 136 The Little Slave Girl 138 The Liberty Voter's Song 154 The Liberty Ball 156 The Trumpet of Freedom 157 The Slave's Lamentation 168 The Stranger and his Friend 170 That's my Country 127 The flying Slave 179 The Election 180 The Ballot 181 The Spirit of the Pilgrims 181 The Ballot-Box 130
Voice of New England 78
Wake sons of the Pilgrims 92 What means that sad and dismal Look 8 We're coming, We're coming 68 Wake, Sons of the Pilgrims 92 We are Come, all Come 99 We're for Freedom through the Land 173 We are all children of one Parent 167 Wake, Ye Numbers 104 What mean ye, that ye bruise and bind? 182 We ask not Martial Glory 95
Ye Heralds of Freedom 58 Ye spirits of the Free 90 Ye Sons of Freemen 121 Yankee Girl 160
Zaza 50