Part 13 (1/2)

Give me, or death.

When, when, oh Lord! will right Triumph o'er wrong?

Tyrants oppress the weak, Oh Lord! how long?

Hark! hark! a peal resounds From sh.o.r.e to sh.o.r.e-- Tyranny! Tyranny!

Thy reign is o'er.

E'en now the morning Gleams from the East-- Despots are feeling Their triumph is past-- Strong hearts are answering To freedom's loud call-- Liberty! Liberty!

Full and for all.

FOURTH OF JULY.

Words by Mrs. Sigourney. Music by G.W.C.

[Music]

We have a goodly clime, Broad vales and streams we boast; Our mountain frontiers frown sublime, Old Ocean guards our coast.

Suns bless our harvests fair, With fervid smile serene, But a dark shade is gathering there, What can its blackness mean?

We have a birth-right proud, For our young sons to claim-- An eagle soaring o'er the cloud, In freedom and in fame.

We have a scutcheon bright, By our dead fathers bought; A fearful blot distains its white-- Who hath such evil wrought?

Our banner o'er the sea Looks forth with starry eye, Emblazoned glorious, bold and free, A letter on the sky--

What hand with shameful stain, Hath marred its heavenly blue?

The yoke, the fasces, and the chain, Say, are these emblems true?

This day doth music rare Swell through our nation's bound, But Afric's wailing mingles there, And Heaven doth hear the sound.

O G.o.d of power! we turn In penitence to thee, Bid our loved land the lesson learn-- To bid the slave be free.

YE SPIRITS OF THE FREE.

Air--”My faith looks up to thee.”

[Music]

Ye spirits of the free, Can ye for ever see Your brother man A yoked and scourged slave, Chains dragging to his grave, And raise no hand to save?

Say if you can.

In pride and pomp to roll, Shall tyrants from the soul G.o.d's image tear, And call the wreck their own,-- While from th' eternal throne, They shut the stifled groan, And bitter prayer?

Shall he a slave be bound, Whom G.o.d hath doubly crowned Creation's lord?