"Not fully known!" Oh. friends who gather round her.
Amid the anguish of this hour of fear,
Through all the horrors of the fate that bound her.
Was this the form that ye have held so dear?
Lover, within whose ear a voice still lingers,
Thrilling…
Thou art gone, brave man, yet hope has loaned
Her rays to light the gloom,
And dispel the tears that sorrow shed
Upon the hero's tomb.
Thy end was as the setting sun,
Whose tints forbid regret,
A rainbow mid the clouds, to show
That God…
One year ago—a ringing voice,
A clear blue eye,
And clustering curls of sunny hair;
Too fair to die!
Only a year—no voice, no smile,
No glance of eye,
No clustering curls of golden hair,
Fair but to die!
One year ago—what loves, what…
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the…
Oh God! how beautiful is earth
In sunlight or in shade:
Her forests with their waving arch
Her flowers that gem the glade.
Her hillocks, white with [f?] flocks,
Her fields with grain that glow,
Her sparkling rivers, deep and broad,
That…
Men of the North and West,
Wake in your might,
Prepare, as the rebels have done;
For the Fight;
You cannot shrink from the test, Rise! Men of the North and West! They have torn down your banner of stars;
They have trampled the laws;
They have…
I little knew the worth of sight,
Before m lamp was snatched away,
Ah! had I garnered up the light,
My mind had not been dark to-day;
Had coming eve foreshadowed thought,
How precious then would morn have been;
Alas! I saw not what I…
TUNE—"For a' that, and a' that." Is there, for honest poverty,
That hangs his head, and a' that;
The coward slave, we pass him by;
We daur be puir for a' that.
For a' that, and a' that,
Our toils obscure, and a' that,
The rank is but the guinea…
Written to be sung at the Grand Concert at the Cooper Institute, March 31st, 1862.MUSIC AND WORDS BY ROBERT HAMILTON.Solo No. 1.—to be sung by James M'Cune Smith.If I were a speaker,
And ready with the tongue,
I'd raise my voice in every land
To…
Slavery, O Slavery! I cannot conceiveWhy judges and magistrates do not relieveMy down-trodden people from under thy hand,Restore them their freedom, and give them their land.The loud voice of reason incessantly cries,Ye lovers of Mammon, when will ye…
