ith blessed words of welcome came, to greet me from my thrall.

Forms long unseen were by my side; and thrilling on my ear,
Came cadences from gentle tones, unheard for many a year;
And on my cheeks fond lips were pressed, with true affection's kiss--
And so ye waked me from my sleep--but 'twas a dream of bliss!

SONG OF THE COFFLE GANG.[2]

[Footnote 2: This song is said to be sung by Slaves, as they are
chained in gangs, when parting from friends for the far off
South--children taken from parents, husbands from wives, and brothers
from sisters.]

Words by the Slaves. Music by G.W.C.

[Music]

See these poor souls from Africa,
Transported to America;
We are stolen, and sold to Georgia, will you go along with me?
We are stolen and sold to Georgia, go sound the jubilee.

See wives and husbands sold apart,
The children's screams!--it breaks my heart;
There's a better day a coming, will you go along with me?
There's a better day a coming, go sound the jubilee.

O gracious Lord! when shall it be,
That we poor souls shall all be free?
Lord, break them Slavery powers--will you go along with me?
Lord, break them Slavery powers, go sound the jubilee.

Dear Lord! dear Lord! when Slavery'll cease,
Then we poor souls can have our peace;
There's a better day a coming, will you go along with me?
There's a better day a coming, go sound the jubilee.

HARK! I HEAR A SOUND OF ANGUISH.

Air, "Calvary."

[Music]

Hark! I hear a sound of anguish
In my own, my native land;
Brethren, doomed in chains to languish,
Lift to heaven the suppliant hand,
And despairing,
And despairing,
Death the end of woe demand.

Let us raise our supplication
For the wretched suffering slave,
All whose life is desolation,
All whose hope is in the grave;
God of mercy!
From thy throne, O hear and save.

Those in bonds we would remember
As if we with them were bound;
For each crushed, each suffering member
Let our sympathies abound,
Till our labors
Spread the smiles of freedom round.

Even now the word is spoken;
"Slavery's cruel power must cease,
From the bound the chain be broken,
Captives hail the kind release,"
While in splendor
Comes to reign the Prince of Peace.

BROTHERS BE BRAVE FOR THE PINING SLAVE.

Air--"Sparkling and Bright."

[Music]

Solo.

Heavy and cold in his dungeon hold,
Is the yoke of the