Some tell us ’t is a burnin’ shame
To make the naygers fight;
An’ that the thrade of bein’ kilt
Belongs but to the white:
But as for me, upon my sowl!
So liberal are we here,
I ’ll let Sambo be murthered instead of myself,
On every day in the year.
On every day in the year, boys,
And in every hour of the...
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O, It is hard to work for God,
To rise and take his part
Upon this battle-field of earth,
And not sometimes lose heart!He hides himself so wondrously,
As though there were no God;
He is least seen when all the powers
Of ill are most abroad.Or he deserts us at the hour
The fight is all but lost;
And... -
WHilst you, Athenia, with assiduous toil
Reap the rich fruits of learning's fertile soil;
Now search whate'er historick truth has shewn,
And make the...