noble daring,
Shall make the tyrant cower;
Oppression flees before him,
With all its boasted power.

Soon shall the voice of freedom,
O'er earth its echoes roll--
And earth's rejoicing millions
Be free, from pole to pole.
Then rally round your leader,
Ye friends of liberty;
And let the shout for Birney,
Ring out o'er land and sea.

[Footnote 3: Clay's body servant.]

COME, JOIN THE ABOLITIONISTS.

Air--"When I can read my title clear."

[Music]

Come, join the Abolitionists,
Ye young men bold and strong,
And with a warm and cheerful zeal,
Come, help the cause along:
Come help the cause along,
Come help the cause along;
And with a warm and cheerful zeal,
Come, help the cause along.
Oh that will be joyful, joyful, joyful,
Oh that will be joyful,
When Slav'ry is no more,
When Slav'ry is no more,
When Slav'ry is no more:
'Tis then we'll sing, and off'rings bring,
When Slav'ry is no more.

Come, join the Abolitionists,
Ye men of riper years,
And save your wives and children dear,
From grief and bitter tears:
From grief and bitter tears,
From grief and bitter tears;
And save your wives and children dear,
From grief and bitter tears.
Oh that will be joyful, joyful, joyful,
Oh that will be joyful,
When Slav'ry is no more,
When Slav'ry is no more,
When Slav'ry is no more:
'Tis then we'll sing, and off'rings bring,
When Slav'ry is no more.

Come join the Abolitionists,
Ye dames and maidens fair;
And breathe around us in our path,
Affection's hallowed air.
O that will be joyful, joyful, joyful,
O that will be joyful,
When woman cheers us on,
When woman cheers us on,
When woman cheers us on,
To conquests not yet won;
'Tis then we'll sing, and offerings bring,
When woman cheers us on.

Come, join the Abolitionists,
Ye sons and daughters all;
Of this our own America,
Come at the friendly call.
O that will be joyful, joyful,
O that will be joyful,
When all shall proudly say,
This, this is Freedom's day,
Oppression flee away!
'Tis then we'll sing and offerings bring,
When Freedom wins the day.

WE ARE COME, ALL COME.

By G.W.C.

[Music]

We are come, all come, with the crowded throng,
To join our notes in a plaintive song;
For the bond man sighs, and the scalding tear
Runs down his cheek while we mingle here.

We are come, all come, with a hallowed vow,
At the shrine of slavery never to bow,
For the despot's reign o'er hill and plain,
Sp