Onward, then, ye fearless band--
Heart to heart, and hand to hand;
Yours shall be the patriot's stand,
Or the martyr's grave.



THE MAN FOR ME.

AIR--The Rose that all are praising.


O, he is not the man for me,
Who buys or sells a slave,
Nor he who will not set him free,
But sends him to his grave;
But he whose noble heart beats warm
For all men's life and liberty;
Who loves alike each human form,
O, that's the man for me.

He's not at all the man for me,
Who sells a man for gain,
Who bends the pliant servile knee,
To Slavery's god of shame!
But he whose God-like form erect
Proclaims that all alike are free
To think, and speak, and vote, and act,
O, that's the man for me.