ountain, far over the sea.

Say, O fond Zurima,
Where dost thou stay?
Say, doth another
List to thy sweet lay?
Say, doth the orange still
Bloom near our cot?
Zurima, Zurima,
Am I forgot?
O, my country, my country! how long I for thee,
Far over the mountain, far over the sea.

Under the baobab
Oft have I slept,
Fanned by sweet breezes
That over me swept.
Often in dreams
Do my weary limbs lay
'Neath the same baobab,
Far, far away,
O my country, my country, how long I for thee,
Far over the mountain, far over the sea.

O for the breath
Of our own waving palm,
Here, as I languish,
My spirit to calm--
O for a draught
From our own cooling lake,
Brought by sweet mother,
My spirit to wake.
O my country, my country, how long I for thee,
Far over the mountain, far over the sea.

PRAYER FOR THE SLAVE.

Tune--Hamburgh.

[Music]

Oh let the pris'ner's mournful sighs
As incense in thy sight appear!
Their humble wailings pierce the skies,
If haply they may feel thee near.

The captive exiles make their moans,
From sin impatient to be free;
Call home, call home, thy banished ones!
Lead captive their captivity!

Out of the deep regard their cries,
The fallen raise, the mourners cheer,
Oh, Son of Righteousness, arise,
And scatter all their doubts and fear.

Stand by them in the fiery hour,
Their feebleness of mind defend;
And in their weakness show thy power,
And make them patient to the end.

Relieve the souls whose cross we bear,
For whom thy suffering members mourn:
Answer our faith's effectual prayer;
And break the yoke so meekly borne!

Remembering that God is just.

Oh righteous God! whose awful frown
Can crumble nations to the dust,
Trembling we stand before thy throne,
When we reflect that thou art just.

Dost thou not see the dreadful wrong,
Which Afric's injured race sustains?
And wilt thou not arise ere long,
To plead their cause, and break their chains?

Must not thine anger quickly rise
Against the men whom lust controls,
Who dare thy righteous laws despise
And traffic in the blood of souls?

THE FUGITIVE.

Words by L.M.C. Air "Bonny Doon."

[Music]

A noble man of sable brow
Came to my humble cottage door