CELEBRATION ADIEU.

Low in the west, see the sun now declining--
Closing the day with its seasons of glee:
Low in the west, through the hill-tops he's smiling,
And silently bids a good night to the free.
  Glory, and honor; both power and salvation
  Be given to God who this day has been kind.
  In his own hand is the faith of all nations
  And he shall accomplish his will and designs.
O! let it be to our great consolation
That God, to the poor and oppressed is kind.

Days must depart, and seasons must wither;
Time as a thought is but here and is gone:
Years doth unite, what moments must sever,
For Time is a monarch, and Earth is his throne.
  Now we must part, and perhaps part forever;
  The place that now knows us may know us no more.
  Waters and mountains our bodies may sever;
  But love, and affection will last ever more.
Though on this spot we'll meet again never,
God grant us a meeting on Canaan's blest shore.

While we have spent this day celebrating;
While we have spent it in feating and glee;
Three million slaves in our own land are waiting
To hail as a Nation this grand Jubilee.
  O! hear ye not those chains that are clanking,
  While low to the earth the poor bondmen are bound--
  Low to the earth which their own blood is drenching--
  The "Land of the free" and the home of the proud.
Burdened and bruised, and tortured, and mangled--
Their chains are their mantle--their tears are their shroud.

O! weary bondman weep thou no longer:
God is thy refuge he'll soon give thee aid;--
Blest freedom's host, grows stronger and stronger;
The hand of the Despot will ere long be stayed.
  We're coming! We're coming! We're coming! We're coming!
  Our weapons of warfare we hold in our hands.
  We come not to greet you wih fifing and druming--
  The clashing of steel is not heard in our band.
O! weary bondmen weep thous no longer,
For soon Ethiopia shall stetch forth her hands.