Decreed
Into all lives some rain must fall,
Into all eyes some tear-drops start,
Whether they fall as gentle shower,
Or fall like fire from an aching heart
Into all lives some rain must fall,
Into all eyes some tear-drops start,
Whether they fall as gentle shower,
Or fall like fire from an aching heart
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,
To The Freed Colored People: Will you, will you be colonized
Will you, will you be colonized
‘Tis a land that with
And milk doth abound,
If we knew when friends around
Closely press to say
Which among the lips that kiss
First would 'neath the daisies
Do not stand at my grave and weepI am not there,
I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blowI am the diamond glint of snowI am the sunlight on ripened grainI am the gentle autumn
When you awaken in the mornings hushI am the swift...
There are tears and wails in the old brown
On the hillside steep today,
Though the sunlight gleams on the outer
There the clouds drift cold and gray
The other night while we lay musing, and our weary brain confusing o'er the topics of the day,
Suddenly we heard a rattling, as of serious hosts a-battling, as they mingled in the fray
"What is that
" we cried, upstarting,...
The first Nowell the Angel did say Was to three poor Shepherds in the fields as they lay; In fields where they lay keeping their sheep In a cold winter's night that was so deep
Nowell,
Nowell,
Nowell,
Now O Lord please lend thine ear,
The prayer of the Cattleman to hear;
No doubt many prayers to thee seem strange,
But won't you bless this cattle range
Clannesse who so kyndly cowþe comende & rekken vp alle þe resounz þat ho by ri3t askez, Fayre formez my3t he fynde in for[þ]ering his speche & in þe contrare kark & combraunce huge
For wonder wroth is þe Wy3þat wro3t alle þinges W...
The marching armies of the past Along our Southern plains,
Are sleeping now in quiet rest Beneath the Southern rains
The bugle call is now in vain To rouse them from their bed;
To arms they'll never march again— They are sleeping wi...
God rest you merry, gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay, For Jesus Christ our Saviour Was born upon this day, To save us all from Satan's power When we were gone astray
O tidings of comfort and joy, For Jesus Christ our Saviour was born on Chri...