In this dark hour?
Where are the patriots now,
Of honest heart and brow,
Who scorn the neck to bow
To Slavery's power?

Sons of the Free! we call
On you, in field and hall,
To rise as one;
Your heaven-born rights maintain,
Nor let Oppression's chain
On human limbs remain;--
Speak! and 't is done.



THE SLAVE'S LAMENTATION.

AIR--Long, long ago.


Where are the friends that to me were so dear,
Long, long ago--long ago!
Where are the hopes that my heart used to cheer?
Long, long ago--long ago!
I am degraded, for man was my foe,
Friends that I loved in the grave are laid low,
All hope of freedom hath fled from me now,
Long, long ago--long, long ago!