FREEDOM’S BANNER.

AIR—­Freedom’s Banner.

My country, shall thy honored name,
  Be as a by-word through the world? 
Rouse! for as if to blast thy fame,
  This keen reproach is at thee hurled;
The banner that above thee waves,
  Is floating over three millions slaves.

That flag, my country, I had thought,
  From noble sires was given to thee,
By the best blood of patriots bought,
  To wave alone above the Free! 
Yet now, while to the breeze it waves,
  It floats above three millions slaves,

The mighty dead that flag unrolled,
  They bathed it in the heaven’s own blue;
They sprinkled stars upon each fold,
  And gave it as a trust to you;
And now that glorious banner waves
  In shame above three millions slaves.

O, by the virtues of our sires,
  And by the soil on which they trod,
And by the trust their name inspires,
  And by the hope we have in God,
Arouse, my country, and agree
  To set thy captive children free.

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.

YOUR BROTHER IS A SLAVE.

O weep, ye friends of Freedom, weep! 
  Shout liberty no more;
Your harps to mournful measures sweep,
  Till slavery’s reign is o’er. 
O, furl your star-lit thing of light—­
  That banner should not wave
Where, vainly pleading for his right,
  Your Brother toils—­a Slave!

O pray, ye friends of Freedom, pray
  For those who toil in chains,
Who lift their fettered hands to day
  On Carolina’s plain! 
God is the hope of the Oppressed;
  His arm is strong to save;
Pray, then, that freedom’s cause be blest,
  Your Brother is a Slave!

O toil, ye friends of Freedom, toil! 
  Your mission to fulfil,—­
That Freedom’s consecrated soil
  Slaves may no longer till;
Ay, toil and pray from deep disgrace
  Your native land to save;
Weep o’er the miseries of your race,
  Your Brother is a Slave!

COME JOIN THE ABOLITIONISTS.

AIR—­When I can read my title clear.

  Come join the Abolitionists,
    Ye young men bold and strong. 
  And with a warm and cheerful zeal,
    Come help the cause along;
O that will be joyful, joyful, joyful,
O that will be joyful, when Slavery is no more,
When Slavery is no more. 
  ’Tis then we’ll sing, and offerings bring,
  When Slavery is no more.

  Come join the Abolitionists,
    Ye men of riper years,
  And save your wives and children dear,
    From grief and bitter tears;
O that will be joyful, joyful, joyful,
O that will be joyful, when Slavery is no more,
When Slavery is no more,
  ’Tis then we’ll sing, and offerings bring,
  When Slavery is no more.