Emancipation
Fling out your banners, your honors be bringing,
Raise to the ether your paeans of praise
Strike every chord and let music be ringing
Celebrate freely this day of all days
Fling out your banners, your honors be bringing,
Raise to the ether your paeans of praise
Strike every chord and let music be ringing
Celebrate freely this day of all days
CE, and whirling worlds
Through all encircling skies
What floods come o'er the spirit's bar,
What wondrous thoughts arise
AN angel, robed in spotless white,
Bent down and kissed the sleeping Night
Night woke to blush; the sprite was gone
Men saw the blush and called it Dawn
HE wrapped her soul in a lace of lies,
With a prime deceit to pin it;
And I thought I was gaining a fearsome prize,
So I staked my soul to win it
EN storms
And dark'ning
About me threat'ning lower,
To thee,
Wintah, summah, snow er shine, Hit's all de same to me, Ef only I kin call you mine, An' keep you by my knee
Ha'dship, frolic, grief er caih, Content by night an' day, Ef only I kin see you whaih You wait beside de way
Livin', dyin', smi...
I like to hear of wealth and gold,
And El Doradoes in their glory;
I like for silks and satins bold To sweep and rustle through a story
The nightingale is sweet of song;
If I could but forget The fullness of those first sweet days,
When you burst sun-like thro' the haze Of unacquaintance, on my sight,
And made the wet, gray day seem bright While clouds themselves grew fair to see
And since, no day i...
Ring out, ye bells
All Nature
With gladness at the wondrous story, — The world was at lorn, But Christ is
To change our sadness into glory
He was a poet who wrote clever verses,
And folks said he had a fine poetical taste;
But his father, a practical farmer, accused him Of letting the strength of his arm go to waste
He called on his sweetheart each Saturday evening,
What dreams we have and how they
Like rosy clouds across the sky; Of wealth, of fame, of sure success, Of love that comes to cheer and bless;
And how they wither, how they fade,
The waning wealth, the jilting jade — The fame that fo...
It may be misery not to sing at all,
And to go silent through the brimming day;
It may be misery never to be loved,
But deeper griefs than these beset the way