Roll on, then cheerful day,When tyranny's proud away,
Stern as the grave,
Shall to the ground he hurled,And freedom's flag unfurled,Shall wave, throughout the world,
O'er every slave.
Trump of grand jubilee,Each o'er land and see
Freedom for…
Christ, let me come to Thee!
My heart is weary and I long for rest:
Is not my earthly mission well-night done?
I cannot bear this burden on my breast—
It weights my spirit downward like a stone.
My saddened life is ever [?] in clouds.
And…
I pity the slave mother, careworn and weary,
Who sighs as she presses her babe to her breast:
I lament her sad fate, all so hopeless and dreary,
I lament for her woe, and her wrongs unredressed.
You may picture the bonds of the rock-girded…
Not lost forever, though on earth we’ve parted;
Not lost forever, though we meet no more:
They do not wander lone and broken hearted
Who see Heaven’s radiance on the further shore.
Not lost forever! every gentle token,
That memory wins me from…
The light of Home! how bright it beams!
When evening shades around us fall,
And from the lattice far it gleams,
To love and rest, and comfort call;
When wearied with the toils of day,
The strife for glory, gold or fame,
How sweet to seek the…
With blue cold hands and stockingless feet,Wandered a child in the cheerless street,Children we e many, who housed and fed,Lovingly neastled, dreaming in bed,Carroled their joy in a land of blissWithout a thought or care of this,They were warm in…
Scatter the germs of the beautiful,
By the wayside let them fall,
That the rose may spring by the cottage,
And the vine by the garden wall;
Cover the rough and the rude ofearth
With a veil of leaves and flowers,
And mark with the opening bud…
Life is a race where some succeed
While the others are beginning;
'Tis luck at times, at others speed,
That gives an early winning.
But if you chance to fall behind,
Ne'er slacken your endeavor,
But keep this wholsome truth in mind,
'Tis…
At the request of several friends the following poem was read, composed and presented by Rev S.M. Giles, as a memorial:MOUNT ZION CORNER STONEAlmighty God thy blessings grant,
On what we here perform:
And may thy dwelling place be where
We lay…
Hammer, and tongs, and anvils ringing,
Waking echoes all day long,
In a deep-toned voice are singing
Thrifty Labor's iron song.
From a thousand fly wheels bounding,
From a thousand singing looms,
Night and day the ntoes are sounding
Through…
