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go;

2.

Friends fondly cherished have passed on before; Waiting, they watch me approaching the shore; Singing, to cheer me through death's chilling gloom,

"Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home." Sounds of sweet melody fall on my ear; Harps of the blessed, your voices I hear! Rings with the harmony heaven's high dome, "Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home.

3.

Death, with thy weapons of war lay me low;
Strike, king of terrors, I fear not the blow;
Jesus hath broken the bars of the tomb;
Joyfully, joyfully will I go home.
Bright will the morn of eternity dawn;
Death shall be banished, his scepter be gone:
Joyfully then shall I witness his doom;
Joyfully, joyfully, safely at home.

W. HUNTER.

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Song of Freedom. C. M.

1 Arouse! New England sons, arouse!
Wake from your coward sleep!
The tyrants hand is on your neck,
And shall his fetters keep,

2 In bondage! Men whom freedom nursed In her own chosen home!

Where patriots' blood was freely poured In holy martyrdom ?

3 Arouse! New England sons, arouse!
A clinging curse on thee,

If here supinely ye will sleep,
Dreaming that ye are free.

4 Arouse, and see how false the name
Which ye so fondly claim!
Free are ye, while ye bear about

The tyrant's galling chain?

5 Free, while the halls ye rear are burned! Free, while your sons are driven

By slavery's mobs, because they dare
To speak for truth and heaven!

6 Free, while the very homes you've made
Beside your fathers' graves
Are pillaged, if ye dare to aid
The panting, flying slave!

7 Arouse! New England sons, arouse!
And lay oppression low;

And strike for freedom and for God
An earnest, manly blow.

8 Nail up your banner to the walls!
In God's name let it wave,

TUNE-" Lily Dale."

1 Some love to drink from the foamy brink,
Where the wine drop's dance they see;
But the water bright, in its silver light,
And a crystal cup for me.

O, water, bright water! pure, precious, free;
Yes, 'tis water bright, in its silver light,
And a crystal cup for me.

2 O, a goodly thing is the cooling spring,
'Mong the rocks where the moss doth grow;
There's health in the tide, and there's music be-
In the brooklet's bounding flow. [side,

O, water, &c.

3 As pure as Heaven is the water given; 'Tis forever fresh and new;

Distilled in the sky, it comes from on high, In the shower and the gentle dew.

O, water, &c.

4 Let them say 'tis weak, yet its strength I'll For the worn rock owns its sway; [seek, And we're borne swift along by its wings so When it rises to fly away. [strong,

O, water, &c.

5 There is strength in the glee of the mighty sea, When the loud, stormy wind doth blow; And a fearful sight is the cataract's might, As it leaps to the depths below.

O, water, &c.