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"A ll,  go I  Eil^sro!"
                                     " Charco1! ” — “ Ah,  go! "— while  at the sounds
                                      The  mother's  heart  with  gladness bounds.

                                      Then  honored  be  the  charcoal man !
                                      Though  dusky as an African,
                                      T is  not  for you  that clmnct to  be
                                      A   little belter clad  than  lie,
                                      His  honest  maidiood  to  despise,
                                      Although. from  morn til!  eve lie cries,—
                                              11 Charco '  !  charcoJ I ”
                                      While  mocking Ocbo  .still  replies,
                                              "   Hark,  O  )  hark,  O I  "
                                     “ Cliarco11?l— “ Hade,  O  I ”■— Long  may the sounds
                                      Fro claim  Mark  Haley's  daily rounds [
                                                                            J.  T.  TkOvnjRiEXiii..

                                              '1 0 -D A Y   A N D   T O -M O R R O W .

                                       H    IG H   hopes  that bum  like stars  sublime,
                                              Go  down  {.be  heavens  ef  freedom;
                                            Atid true hearts perish  in  the time
                                         W c bit.terlicst  no-d  ’em  [
                                      But  never  sit we  down and  say,
                                         “ There’s  nothing  left: hut sorrow
                                      W e  walk the  Wilderness  to-d;sy— ■
                                         The Promised  I .and to-morrow.

                                      Our birds  of  songaE'e silent now;
                                         There are no flower*  blooming!
                                      H:it life burns  in the frozen  boLi"'h,
                                         A n d  Freedom's  spring is coining!
                                      And  Freedom's  tide comes  up  ahvay,
                                         Though we may strand  Jn  sorrow;
                                      And our good ba:k,  aground  to-diiy.
                                         Shall float  again  to  morrow I
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