The Hancock Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Ohio) 1857-1870, 1862-02-07
AT PORT ROYAL--is0i.


BY ). O. WHITTIER.
The tent lights glmmer on the land,
The ship.lights on the sea;
The night wind smooths with drifting
sand,
Our track on lone Tybee.
At last our grating keels outside,
Our good boats forward swing,
And while we ride the lsnd-iocked tide,
Our negroes row and sing.
For dear the bondman holds his gifts
or music and OF song,
The gold that kindly Nature Sits
Among the sands OF wrong.
The power to make his toiling days
And poor home comforts please,
The quaint relief Of mirth that plays
With sorrows minor Keys.
Another glow than sunsets ERE
Has flied the Yves, with light.
Where field and garner, barn and byre
Are blazing through the night
The land is wild with fear and hate,
The rout runs mad and fast;
From hand to hand, from gate to gate,
The flaming brand is passed.
The iurid glow falls strong across
Dark fares broad with smiles;
Not theirs the terror, hate and loss
Tha, fire yon blazing piles.
With oar strokes timing TO their song,
They weave in simple lays
The pnthos Of remembered wrong.
The hope Of better days
The trumph.note that Miriam sung.
The JOY Of uncaged birds,
Sotening with Afric's mellow tongue
Their broken Saxon words.
lSoNG OF THE NEGRO BOATMEN.l
Oh, praise an tanks De Lord he come
To set de people free,
An masss tink It day OBJ doom,
An we OBJ jubilee.
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He JUS 'trong as den,
He say de word--we las night slaves.
To-day. de Lords freemen.
De yam will grow. de cotton blow,
Wen hab de rice an corn,
nebher YOU fear, i neh' er you hea
De driver blow his horn!
Ole massa on he trabbles gone,
He leab de land behind:
| De Lords breG blow him furder on,
Like corn-shuck in de wind.
! We own de hoe, we own de plow,
We own de hands dat hold,
We Sell lie pig, we sell de COW,
But nebber child be sold.
De yam will grow, dc cotton blow.
Wen hab de rice an corn,
D, nebber you fear / { nebber you hea
De driver blow his horn!
We pray de Lord, he glib US signs
Dat some day we he free,
De Norf wind tell it 10 dc pines,
De wild duck 10 de sea.
We tink it when de church bell ring,
We dream 1t in de dream,
De rice.bird mean il when he sing,
De eagle when he scream.
De yam will grow, de cotton blow,
Wei hab de rice an corn,
o nebbeI you fear. il nebber you heu
De driver blow his hornf
We know de promise nebber fail,
An nebber lie lie word,
So. like de 'pos.lts IN de Jail.
We waited for de Lord.
An now he open ebery door.
An ,row away dc key
He tink we lu5 him so before, ~
We iub him better free.
De yam wi grow, de cotton blow,
He'll glib de rice an corn,
So nebber fear, il nebber you hear
De driver blow his horn
So sing our dusky gondoliers.
And with a secret pain,
And smiles that seem akin to tears,
We hear the wild refrain.
We dare not share the negro trust,
Nor yet his hope deny.
We only know that God is Just,
AMI every wrong shall die.
5 Rude seems the song, each swarthy face
= Fisme.lighted, rudeI still.
. We start to think that hapless race
Mus, shape our good or Ill.
u That laws Of cEangeless justice bind
oppressor with oppressed.
!, And. close as SIN and suffering joined,
We march 10 Fate abreast.
Sing on. poor hearts ! your chant shall
Our sign of blight or bloom
The Vale song Of Liberty,
n Or dsath.tune of our doom
DIPrueRIA.- During the past ye
- tins ulsoase has prevailed So aiari
. iug'y throus hout the couatry, III
the pubica!ion Of u recipe Tor
:. cure wi,i be Vi interest ~ all. We
many deaths in this county h.
been vi this complsint.
"Blchlorate oi potash-take u te
spoonful aud dissolve it in about
"A tumbier oil water--take q teaspoo
'r iul about every hour. II kills t
poison aud prevents it from sprea