LYRICS OF LIFE. THE CHILDREN. Beautiful the children's faces, Eloquent the children's faces- Give us light amid our darkness; We are willing, we are ready; We would learn, if you would teach : We have hearts that yearn towards duty; We have minds alive to beauty; Souls that any heights can reach ! Raise us by your Christian knowledge Consecrate to man our powers; Let us take our proper station : We, the rising generation Let us stamp the age as ours ! We shall be what you will make us— Look into our childish faces! Only love us-only lead us ; We are thousands-many thousands ! Combating for love and peace ! Train us! try us! days slide onward, Make us worthy to be MEN! Send us to our weeping mothers, Such the children's mute appealing, Said, "The children's prayer is heard!" In ages past, the sovereigns of the earth Held human lives as dust beneath their feet, That ignorance could breed. The earth was then The kings adorned the soldiers and the priests, The one with golden garb-with fruitful fields So that they starved not, question'd not the right Of human kind, but, mainly, as a horde Fit to be slaughtered, plundered, hated, scorned— Such thoughts and deeds have with those ages passed, By actual presence, and familiar words, Save as a brain-disease of knaves and fools, Dispersing thus at home men's active thoughts R. H. HORNE. TO THE WOMEN OF ENGLAND. On the western breezes swelling, hear ye not a piercing cry, Mingled with the clank of fetters? 'Tis the slave's wild agony. Not alone across the ocean comes that loud appealing prayer. It has risen up to Heaven, and it stands recorded there. Why should England pause and listen? She has set her captives free Oh! my Sisters, hear the answer from the bondman o'er the sea. "HALF COLUMBIA'S SLAVE-GROWN COTTON FINDS ITS WAY TO ENGLAND'S SHORE!" We have worn the blood-stained fabric-Sisters! let us wear no more. All unconsciously we aided in America's disgrace, Helped to bind the galling fetters upon millions of our race. Let the time gone by suffice us, we are not in darkness now Never more at Slavery's altar let an English woman bow. |