Is there a man that never sighed To set the prisoner free? Is there a man that never prized The sweets of liberty? Then let him, let him breathe unseen, Or in a dungeon live; Nor never, never know the sweets That liberty can give. Is there a heart so cold in man, Can galling fetters crave? Is there a wretch so truly low, Can stoop to be a slave? O, let him, then, in chains be bound, In chains and bondage live; Nor never, never know the sweets That liberty can give. Is there a breast so chilled in life, Can nurse the coward's sigh? Is there a creature so debased, Would not for freedom die? O, let him then be doomed to crawl Where only reptiles live; Nor never, never know the sweets That liberty can give. YE SPIRITS OF THE FREE. AIR--My Faith looks up to thee. Ye spirits of the free, Can ye forever see Your brother man A yoked and scourged slave, Chains dragging to his grave, And raise no hand to save? Say if you can. In pride and pomp to roll, Shall tyrants from the soul God's image tear, And call the wreck their own,-- While, from the eternal throne, They shut the stifled groan And bitter prayer? Shall he a slave be bound, Whom God hath doubly crowned Creation's lord? Shall men of Christian name, Without a blush of shame, Profess their tyrant claim From God's own word? No! at the battle cry, A host prepared to die, Shall arm for fight-- But not with martial steel, Grasped with a murderous zeal; No arms their foes shall feel, But love and light. Firm on Jehovah's laws, Strong in their righteous cause, They march to save. And vain the tyrant's mail, Against their battle-hail, Till cease the woe and wail Of tortured slave! COLONIZATION SONG. TO THE FREE COLORED PEOPLE. AIR--Spider and the fly. Will you, will you be colonized? Will you, will you be colonized? 'Tis a land that with honey And milk doth abound, Where the lash is not heard, And the scourge is not found. Chorus, Will you, &c. If you stay in this land Where the white man has rule, You will starve by his hand, In both body and soul. Chorus. For a nuisance you are, In this land of your birth, Held down by his hand, And crushed to the earth. Chorus. My religion is pure, And came from above, But I cannot consent The black negro to love. Chorus. It is true there is judgment That hangs o'er the land, But 't will all turn aside, When you follow the plan. Chorus. You're ignorant I know, In this land of your birth, And religion though pure, Cannot move the curse. Chorus. But only consent, Though extorted by force, What a blessing you'll prove, On the African coast. Chorus. I AM AN ABOLITIONIST. AIR--Auld Lang Syne. I am an Abolitionist! I glory in the name: Though now by Slavery's minions hiss'd And covered o'er with shame, It is a spell of light and power-- The watchword of the free:-- Who spurns it in the trial-hour, A craven soul is he!