as seen the Northern star,
He'll soon be free, hurrah, hurrah!

Though many still are writhing under
The cruel whips of "chevaliers,"
Who mothers from their children sunder,
And scourge them for their helpless tears--
Their safe deliverance is not far!
The day draws nigh!--hurrah, hurrah!

Just ere the dawn the darkness deepest
Surrounds the earth as with a pall;
Dry up thy tears, O thou that weepest,
That on thy sight the rays may fall!
No doubt let now thy bosom mar;
Send up the shout--hurrah, hurrah!

Shall we distrust the God of Heaven?--
He every doubt and fear will quell;
By him the captive's chains are riven--
So let us loud the chorus swell!
Man shall be free from cruel law,--
Man shall be MAN!--hurrah, hurrah!

No more again shall it be granted
To southern overseers to rule--
No more will pilgrims' sons be taunted
With cringing low in slavery's school.
So clear the way for Freedom's car--
The free shall rule!--hurrah, hurrah!

Send up the shout Emancipation--
From heaven let the echoes bound--
Soon will it bless this franchised nation,
Come raise again the stirring sound!
Emancipation near and far--
Swell up the shout--hurrah! hurrah!

WHAT MEAN YE?

AIR--Ortonville.

What mean ye that ye bruise and bind
My people, saith the Lord,
And starve your craving brother's mind,
Who asks to hear my word?

What mean ye that ye make them toil,
Through long and dreary years,
And shed like rain upon your soil
Their blood and bitter tears?

What mean ye, that ye dare to rend
The tender mother's heart?
Brothers from sisters, friend from friend,
How dare you bid them part?

What mean ye, when God's bounteous hand
To you so much has given,
That from the slave who tills your land
Ye keep both earth and heaven?

When at the judgment God shall call,
Where is thy brother? say,
What mean ye to the Judge of all
To answer on that day?

LIGHT OF TRUTH.

Hark! a voice from heaven proclaiming
Comfort to the mourning slave:
God has heard him long complaining,
And extends his arm to save;
Proud Oppression
Soon shall find a shameful grave.

See! the light of truth is breaking
Full and clear on every hand;
And the voice of mercy, speaking,
Now is heard through all the land;
Firm and fearless,
See the friends of Freedom stand!

Lo! the nation is arousing
From its slumbers, long and deep;
And the church of God is waking,
Nev