Part 9 (2/2)
No! true freedom is to share All the chains our brothers wear, And with hand and heart to be Earnest to make others free.
They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak; They are slaves, who will not choose Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, Rather than, in silence, shrink From the truth they needs must think; They are slaves, who dare not be In the right with _two_ or _three_.
EMANc.i.p.aTION SONG.
AIR--Crambambule.
Let waiting throngs now lift their voices, As Freedom's glorious day draws near, While every gentle tongue rejoices, And each bold heart is filled with cheer; The slave has seen the Northern star, He'll soon be free, hurrah, hurrah!
Though many still are writhing under The cruel whips of ”chevaliers,”
Who mothers from their children sunder, And scourge them for their helpless tears-- Their safe deliverance is not far!
The day draws nigh!--hurrah, hurrah!
Just ere the dawn the darkness deepest Surrounds the earth as with a pall; Dry up thy tears, O thou that weepest, That on thy sight the rays may fall!
No doubt let now thy bosom mar; Send up the shout--hurrah, hurrah!
Shall we distrust the G.o.d of Heaven?-- He every doubt and fear will quell; By him the captive's chains are riven-- So let us loud the chorus swell!
Man shall be free from cruel law,-- Man shall be MAN!--hurrah, hurrah!
No more again shall it be granted To southern overseers to rule-- No more will pilgrims' sons be taunted With cringing low in slavery's school.
So clear the way for Freedom's car-- The free shall rule!--hurrah, hurrah!
Send up the shout Emanc.i.p.ation-- From heaven let the echoes bound-- Soon will it bless this franchised nation, Come raise again the stirring sound!
Emanc.i.p.ation near and far-- Swell up the shout--hurrah! hurrah!
WHAT MEAN YE?
AIR--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 G.o.d'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 G.o.d shall call, Where is thy brother? say, What mean ye to the Judge of all To answer on that day?
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