, 1889-08-29
THE ANTI-sLAvERY CANrATA.

A striking feature at thc opening of
the Anti-Slayery Congress at lucerne,
to be held in September or October,
under the presidency of Cardinal IAW.
gere, will be cantata rendered by
eighty noyices, preparing for the African
missions, and fourteen young negroes.
The latter have all been slaves, rausomed
by the Cardinal or his missionaries, and
represent every part of the Dark Con.
tinent, from Timbuctoo to Tanganyika
and the Great Lakes. They are said TO
have remarkably sweet voices, which
have been trained with great care in the
missionary schools. The words of the
cantata of which n translation has been
made by the New York Herald in the
meters of the original, were written by u
distinguished Algerian eCclcsiastio, who
already composed II cantata ON 81.
Augustine, set TO music by Gounod and
much admired.
Voices or Earth and Heaven.
VOICE or THE NEGROES.
With stealthy footstep comes the cruel trader
Burning our huts and little fields of corn
Our prayers for mercy to the savage raider
Are quonched in blood or heard with ruth
"onwardl" he cries, "the lash shall be
obeyed, or
These saI,ds shall drink your blood before
the mUrn."
VOICE OF THE MISSIONARIES OF OUR LADY OF
AFRICA.
o hear their plant, sweet Mother Maidenl
VOICE or THE vlRGIs MARY.
o SON behold their agony
Bcreit OF human help, they lift their hands
With faitli's pure rays their souls, Son,
have ne'cr been lighted
My children, too, are they. Pity their lot
VOICE OF JESUS
Under the curse OF ages they shall not always
lie.
Thy prayers for mercy, Mother, the hour OF
grace are speeding,
And vengeance, weary, hears thy pleading.
The hour when love alone shall rule the
land Is nigh;
And sacred Pity sleeps no longer
Aroused by Thee to smite the wronger
VOICE OF THE SEGRoEs
Along the paths by which the Arab chnses
Our famished brothers dying ON the sands,
Their whitened bones show forth the CHASTITY
That tell the passing OF the murderous
bands,
Whose swords urge on their victims tagging
Slaves, hide yogr tears, your master SO
commandsl"
cHHfsTs VICAR TO THE LrBERAroR.
onward, my Son, awaken human pltyl
Before thy purple drive dark slavery's
Scatter the seed from city unto city,
Let Freedom issue from her lonely tombl
VOICE OF THE NEGROES.
These ruthless men may surely well enslave
us,
Buyers they find Of flesh and blood around.
But where are they we Vainly call to save
Us?
To rescue us from woe can none be found2
All, wretched slaves! How false the hopes
they gave usl
For us despair and death alone aboundl
VOICE OF THE LIBERAoTR.
VIII ye whose land the cross hath freed not
hear their pleading2
Shall the moaning OF the wretched irf vain
your pity craYc2
When WRONGS so foul exist can rich hearts
be unhecdlng2
Ye rich, pour forth your gold, the ocean
cross, yo brave,
And by your valor break the chains that
bind the slayel
VOICE OF THE WARRIORS.
Advance to the aid of your brothers before
us,
To the Great Lakes forward, with sword
and lancet
The banner OF Christ IS waving DER us!
God Wills IL! Advance!
Advanced The cross o new crusaders,
Engraved on, Your hearts fresh strength
implantsl
Onl on, and scatter the vic invaders!
God wills III Advanced
Advanced Our apostles loud Gull draws us
Onward to win Heavens favoring glance!
Be 1t ours to succor all sacred causes!
God Wills i'll Advanced