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By Various
I wander freely as the fawn
Which hath not learnt to fear
The death-cry of the hunter’s voice
Resounding far and near;
And bounding through the woods
I feel as if I too could soar,
Bird-like, upon the wings of joy,
And sing for evermore!
Come out, ye pent-up toilers!
Come, from city dark and drear,
And see what gladness Nature has
In all her beauties here;
And ere ye seek your homes, ye’ll say,
Your time has well been spent,
And wish that all the world
Could be, one happy Gipsy tent;
And wis...
By Various
In the Hazel Dell my Nelly’s sleeping,
Where the flowers wave,
And the silent stars are nightly weeping,
O’er poor Nelly’s grave,
Hopes that once my bosom fondly cherished,
Smile no more for me,
Every dream of joy alas has perished,
By Various
When o’er the ocean’s dreary plain,
With toil her destined port to gain,
Our gallant ship has near’d the strand,
We claim our own, our native land,
We claim our own, our native land;
Sweet is the seaman’s joyous shout,
“Land ahead! land ahead! look out! look out!”
Around on deck we gayly fly,
“Land ahead! land ahead!” with joy we cry;
Yon beacon light directs our way,
While grateful vows to Heaven we pay,
And soon our long-lost joys renew,
And bid the boisterous main adieu,
By Various
Of winds that wake soft melody
From leaf and blooming flower;
And you may prize those far-off skies,
But tempt not me to roam;
In sweet content my days are spent,
Then wherefore leave my home?
In sweet content my days are spent,
Then wherefore leave my home?
By Various
Had you been rear’d by Alpine hills,
Or lived in Alpine dells,
You’d prize, like me, our mountain rills,
Nor fear the torrent swells;
It matters not how drear the spot
How proud or poor the dome,
Love still retains some deathless chains,
By Various
Canst thou think, as thou dost listen
To thy children’s artless songs,
Of that moment when their fond hearts,
First shall feel their mother’s wrongs?
Ha! thou shrinkest like the lightning,
To thy bosom fell remorse shall dart,
And thou yet shall know the anguish
Which hath broken my poor heart;
And thou yet shall know the anguish
By Various
When I came to this wonderful rampire, it fill’d me with the
greatest surprise,
To see such a great undertaking, on the like I never open’d my
eyes;
To see full a thousand brave fellows at work among mountains so
tall,
To dig through the valleys so level, through rocks for to cut a
canal.
By Various
A darkey trader came one day,
And bought my gal from me,
And left me here alone to mourn
Beneaf de cypress-tree;
It fill’d my heart wid grief an’ pain,
To think dey’d treat me so,
But I live in hopes to meet again
By Various
This Union, which so long hath been
The shelt’ring home of all
Fair Freedom’s valiant, holy band,
Shall not by traitors fall;
But it will stand, through storm and strife,
The home of Freedom’s band,
And naught shall cause its overthrow,
By Various
And far in the blue dome of heaven,
Were stars with a soft, holy ray,
That have shone in an unbroken union
While ages have mouldered away;
And Freedom, when journeying hither,
The earth with its blessings to strew,
Has gathered these trophies of glory,
By Various
A seven-years’ war was past and gone,
And many a heart was left forlorn;
But prouder o’er our Western shore,
Its Eagle-Bird was seen to soar;
And in his talons, as he flies,
He bears our Flag of victories;
And ever shall that Banner be,
By Various
And on the land, and on the sea,
Wherever roam her sons from thee,
Our Nation’s Flag shall ope its fold,
The loved and honored of the world;
For right, not might shall be its claim,
As “Flag of Freedom” is its name;
While Armies shall our emblem bear,
By Various
Oh, proudly will his mother see
Her Country wreathe his hero-tomb,
And many a Spring nurse tenderly,
With nature’s tears, the garland’s bloom!
How sweet will be the song of praise,
Where his dear relics peaceful lie!
How grand--away exultant thoughts!
Oh God! he must not, _must not_ die!
By Various
Shade of heroic Washington!
Still guard our Native Land!
Rebuke, rebuke each wavering one,
Direct each ardent hand!
Oh, mother of a matchless race!
Hear our united cry!
’Tis noble in your cause to live,
And nobler still to die!
By Various
When Abe took charge of our plantation,
Secesh was making preparation
To steal the half for raising cotton,
But soon found out his scheme was rotten;
Old Abe Lincoln O, Old Abe Lincoln O,
No mercy show the thieving foe,
By Various
The camp is the place for me,
When my country calls me there,
To fight for the Flag of the Free,
I’d live on homeliest fare;
When the tattoo beats at night,
And the reveille in the morn,
And the Zouave’s heart is light
By Various
While to His Throne our hearts are swelling,
Freedom, and Law, and Truth, and Right,
May God defend by his own might,
By his right arm the treason quelling
Ye loyal sons, and true,
Sons of the brave and free,
Join hearts, join hands, to strike anew
By Brown, William Wells
Arouse! and let each hill and glen
With prayer to the high heavens ring out,
Till all our land with freeborn men,
May join in one triumphant shout,
That freedom’s banner does not wave
Its folds above a single slave.
By Brown, William Wells
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;
By Brown, William Wells
Lo! the Northern Star is beaming
With a new and glorious light,
And its cheering radiance streaming
Through the clouds of misty night!
Freemen! in your great Endeavor,
’Tis a signal hung on high,
And will guide us on forever,
Like a banner in the sky!
Oh! Star of Freedom,
’Tis the star for me;
’Twill lead me off to Canada,