Where, vainly pleading for his right,
Your Brother toils--_a Slave!_

O pray, ye friends of Freedom, pray
For those who toil in chains,
Who lift their fettered hands to day
On Carolina's plain!
God is the hope of the Oppressed;
His arm is strong to save;
Pray, then, that freedom's cause be blest,
Your Brother is _a Slave!_

O toil, ye friends of Freedom, toil!
Your mission to fulfil,--
That Freedom's consecrated soil
Slaves may no longer till;
Ay, toil and pray from deep disgrace
Your native land to save;
Weep o'er the miseries of your race,
_Your Brother is a Slave!_



COME JOIN THE ABOLITIONISTS.

AIR--When I can read my title clear.


Come join the Abolitionists,
Ye young men bold and strong.