No! at the battle cry,
A host prepared to die,
  Shall arm for fight—­
But not with martial steel,
Grasped with a murderous zeal;
No arms their foes shall feel,
  But love and light.

Firm on Jehovah’s laws,
Strong in their righteous cause,
  They march to save. 
And vain the tyrant’s mail,
Against their battle-hail,
Till cease the woe and wail
  Of tortured slave!

COLONIZATION SONG.  TO THE FREE COLORED PEOPLE.

Air—­Spider and the fly.

Will you, will you be colonized? 
Will you, will you be colonized?

’Tis a land that with honey
And milk doth abound,
Where the lash is not heard,
And the scourge is not found. 
  Chorus, Will you, &c.

If you stay in this land
Where the white man has rule,
You will starve by his hand,
In both body and soul. 
  Chorus.

For a nuisance you are,
In this land of your birth,
Held down by his hand,
And crushed to the earth. 
  Chorus.

My religion is pure,
And came from above,
But I cannot consent
The black negro to love. 
  Chorus.

It is true there is judgment
That hangs o’er the land,
But ’t will all turn aside,
When you follow the plan. 
  Chorus.

You’re ignorant I know,
In this land of your birth,
And religion though pure,
Cannot move the curse. 
  Chorus.

But only consent,
Though extorted by force,
What a blessing you’ll prove,
On the African coast. 
  Chorus.

I AM AN ABOLITIONIST.

Air—­Auld Lang Syne.

I am an Abolitionist! 
  I glory in the name: 
Though now by Slavery’s minions hiss’d
  And covered o’er with shame,
It is a spell of light and power—­
  The watchword of the free:—­
Who spurns it in the trial-hour,
  A craven soul is he!

I am an Abolitionist! 
  Then urge me not to pause;
For joyfully do I enlist
  In freedom’s sacred cause: 
A nobler strife the world ne’er saw,
  Th’ enslaved to disenthral;
I am a soldier for the war,
  Whatever may befall!

I am an Abolitionist! 
  Oppression’s deadly foe;
In God’s great strength will I resist,
  And lay the monster low;
In God’s great name do I demand,
  To all be freedom given,
That peace and joy may fill the land,
  And songs go up to heaven!

I am an Abolitionist! 
  No threats shall awe my soul,
No perils cause me to desist,
  No bribes my acts control;
A freeman will I live and die,
  In sunshine and in shade,
And raise my voice for liberty,
  Of nought on earth afraid.

THE BEREAVED MOTHER.

Air—­Kathleen O’More.