The Anti-Slavery Harp | Page 2

and gall,
And his gain like a mildew shall blight and destroy,
Who
hath torn from his mother the little blind boy!
YE SONS OF FREEMEN.
AIR--Marseilles Hymn.
Ye sons of freemen wake to sadness,
Hark! hark, what myriads bid
you rise;
Three millions of our race in madness
Break out in wails,
in bitter cries,
Break out in wails, in bitter cries,
Must men whose

hearts now bleed with anguish,
Yes, trembling slaves in freedom's
land,
Endure the lash, nor raise a hand?
Must nature 'neath the
whip-cord languish?
Have pity on the slave,
Take courage from God's word;
Pray on,
pray on, all hearts resolved--these captives shall be free.
The fearful storm--it threatens lowering,
Which God in mercy long
delays;
Slaves yet may see their masters cowering,
While whole
plantations smoke and blaze!
While whole plantations smoke and
blaze;
And we may now prevent the ruin,
Ere lawless force with
guilty stride
Shall scatter vengeance far and wide--
With untold
crimes their hands imbruing.
Have pity on the slave;
Take courage from God's word;
Pray on,
pray on, all hearts resolved--these captives shall be free.
With luxury and wealth surrounded,
The southern masters proudly
dare,
With thirst of gold and power unbounded,
To mete and vend
God's light and air!
To mete and vend God's light and air;
Like
beasts of burden, slaves are loaded,
Till life's poor toilsome day is
o'er;
While they in vain for right implore;
And shall they longer still
be goaded?
Have pity on the slave;
Take courage from God's word;
Toil on, toil
on, all hearts resolved--these captives shall be free.
O Liberty! can man e'er bind thee?
Can overseers quench thy flame?

Can dungeons, bolts, or bars confine thee,
Or threats thy
Heaven-born spirit tame?
Or threats thy Heaven-born spirit tame?

Too long the slave has groaned, bewailing
The power these heartless
tyrants wield;
Yet free them not by sword or shield,
For with men's
hearts they're unavailing;
Have pity on the slave;
Take courage from God's word;
Toil on! toil

on! all hearts resolved--these captives shall be free!
FREEDOM'S STAR.
AIR--Silver Moon.
As I strayed from my cot at the close of the day,
I turned my fond
gaze to the sky;
I beheld all the stars as so sweetly they lay,
And but
one fixed my heart or my eye.
Shine on, northern star, thou'rt
beautiful and bright
To the slave on his journey afar;
For he speeds
from his foes in the darkness of night,
Guided on by thy light,
freedom's star.
On thee he depends when he threads the dark woods
Ere the
bloodhounds have hunted him back;
Thou leadest him on over
mountains and floods,
With thy beams shining full on his track.

Shine on, &c.
Unwelcome to him is the bright orb of day,
As it glides o'er the earth
and the sea;
He seeks then to hide like a wild beast of prey,
But
with hope, rests his heart upon thee.
Shine on, &c.
May never a cloud overshadow thy face,
While the slave flies before
his pursuer;
Gleam steadily on to the end of his race,
Till his body
and soul are secure.
Shine on, &c.
THE LIBERTY BALL.
AIR--Rosin the Bow.
Come all ye true friends of the nation,
Attend to humanity's call;

Come aid the poor slave's liberation,
And roll on the liberty ball--

And roll on the liberty ball--
Come aid the poor slave's liberation,

And roll on the liberty ball.
The Liberty hosts are advancing--
For freedom to all they declare;


The down-trodden millions are sighing--
Come, break up our gloom
of despair.
Come break up our gloom of despair, &c.
Ye Democrats, come to the rescue,
And aid on the liberty cause,

And millions will rise up and bless you,
With heart-cheering songs of
applause,
With heart-cheering songs, &c.
Ye Whigs, forsake slavery's minions,
And boldly step into our ranks;

We care not for party opinions,
But invite all the friends of the
banks,--
And invite all the friends of the banks, &c,
And when we have formed the blest union
We'll firmly march on, one
and all--
We'll sing when we meet in communion,
And roll on the
liberty ball,
And roll on the liberty ball, dec.
EMANCIPATION HYMN OF THE WEST INDIAN NEGROES.

FOR THE FIRST OF AUGUST CELEBRATION.
Praise we the Lord! let songs resound
To earth's remotest shore!

Songs of thanksgiving, songs of praise--
For we are slaves no more.
Praise we the Lord! His power hath rent
The chains that held us long!

His voice is mighty, as of old,
And still His arm is strong.
Praise we the Lord! His wrath arose,
His arm our fetters broke;
The
tyrant dropped the lash, and we
To liberty awoke!
Praise we the Lord! let holy songs
Rise from these happy isles!--
O!
let us not unworthy prove,
On whom His bounty smiles.
And cease we not the fight of faith
Till all mankind be free;
Till
mercy o'er the earth shall flow,
As waters o'er the sea.
Then shall indeed Messiah's reign
Through all the world extend;

Then swords to ploughshares shall be turned,
And Heaven with earth

shall blend.
OVER THE MOUNTAIN.
Over the mountain, and over the moor,
Hungry and weary I wander
forlorn;
My father is dead, and my mother is poor,
And she grieves
for the days that will never return;
Give me some food for my mother
in