New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1862-01-15
Yyou, The atlantic Menh,iy for Sebrra'r
AT PORT ROYAL.-is6l.
BY J.. q. WHITTIER.

Our track ON lone 1'ybee.
At la.t our grating keels outslide,
Our good boals forward swing
And While we ride the land.locked tide,
Our neg oes row and sing.
For deor the bondman holds bic gins
OF nBsic and Of song:
The gold that kincly Nature sifts
Among Lis sands OF wrong
Tie power 10 make biz toiiing days
And poor home-comforts plesse;
The qgan, relief Of mirth that plays
l.Rb Sorrows minor keys.
Another glow than sunsets FIRE
Ilas filed the Vert with light,
Where field and garner, barn End byre
Are blazing through the night
The land is Wild with fear and ha,e,
The rout rups mnd and fast;
From bandto hand, from gate to gate,
TIE flaming brand is passed.
Tie lurid glow falls strong across
Dark fIces broad with smiles:
Not theirs the terror, hate, and loss
Tha! fry yon blazing piles.
With oar-s,rokes timing TO their song,
They weave in simple lays
The thos OF remembered wroog,
The hope Cf better days
The triumph-note that Miriam sung,
The Joy OF ancaged birds;
Sonening with Aries mellow tongue
Their broken Saxon words.
SONG OF THE NEGRO BoATMAE.
On. prai,s an tsnis! Do Lold he come
To set de people free;
An msssa dis 1t day CD doom,
An we OBJ jeblie
De Lord Dat heap Dc Red Sea wsres
lie jus . 'trons is den;
He say de word: we is,' night slaves,
Ts day de Lords ffe.men.
De yam Will grow. de cotton blow.
Wen lab de rice an corn;
Oh nebber you fear, II Debber VOC hear
De driver blow lis horn
Ole ms,,a on he ,rabbles gone,
He leab de land behind
De Lords bIsif blow him fardsr On.
Like corrsiuck in de wind.
We own Go noe, We own do plow.
We own de- hand. ds, hold,
We sell de re. We sell de COW,
But nebber ellie he sold.
De yam will grow. de cotton hsw,
We lab de rice an oom;
Oh nshber yon fear. II nebbss ycs hsu
De driver blow his horn
We prey de Lord: he Glib us asns
Da, some day We DO frees
De Norf wind tell II to Do pines
De Wild duck to De see,
We tink 1t when de chursh.b bell ring
We dresm 1, IN do dream
De rice bird me an II when he sing,
Do eagle when he scream.
De yam will grow, lie oottoa blew.
We hsb de rice an com:
Oh n-bbsr you fesr, n n-bber you hear
De driver blow hi. hornt
We know De promise nebber fail
An nebboI lie do wosdi
So, HE De 'losties IN de jasl.
We waited for de Lord;
An now he open cherry door,
An uow sssy de keys
Es tink we lnb him so beisie,
We lab him better free.
De yam will grow, do cotton blow,
Hs n sib de- Iico an corn:
so nebber Jon fear, II nebber yoa beer
DE driver blow his horn
20 sing our jusky gondolen,
And with secret pain,
And smiles that seem akin to teais.
We hear the wild refrain.
We dare no, share the negro's iruss,
Nor yet his hope deny;
We only know that God is just,
Aud every wrong shall die.
Ride seems the song each swarthy face,
Flame-lightcd, rider still;
We start 10 think that hapess race
Must shape our good or ILL
That laws Of changelcss justice bind
Oppressor with oppressed;
And, close M sin and suffering joined,
We mach 70 Fate abreast.
Sing on, poor hearts your chant shali 10
Our sisn Of biigh, or bloom
The Vala-song OF Liberty,
o. death-runc Of our doom
THE SANTA EE MAIL.
kAr-As CRY. No.. Monday Jan. 10, IA
10 Santa 10 mail har arrived, with dates TO
Two thousand Tesss troops are reported to