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Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lords: “7%

He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stor'd, a

 

He hath loos'd the fateful lightning of His terrible awift sword:
His truth is marching one —
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, ‘g
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me;
As He died to make men holy let us die to make men free, _ ou
While God is marching one on a0 Poeun. ES :
Owe we a ae —
Gone are the days when my-heart. was zyoung. and.igay «ose oes*® pct
Gone are my friends fram the cotton fields away; l€an— Vo

Gone from the earth to a better land I know, on
I hear their gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joel" Daw & RRL red
Where are the hearts once so happy and so free? aa aa oe
The children so dear that I held upon my knee? Daw sae ‘We (3,,uwtte
Gone to the shore where my soul has long'd to go, —
I hear their gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joej"
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Way down upon de Swanee River, Far, far away,
Dere's wha my heart is turning ever, .Dere's wha de old folks stay.
All up and down de whole creation, Sadly I roan,
Still longing for de old plantation, And for de old folks at homes
One little hut among de bushes, One that I love,
Still sadly to my mem'ry rushes, No matter where I roves
When will I see de bees a humning all roun! de comb?
“When witli I heareae banjo * tumming, <~own in’ my~ good old homé?
Carry me back to old Virginny, There's where the cotton and the corn
and taters grow, | ~4f) Sa
There's where the birds warble sweet in the springtime, e M
There's where the old darkey's heart am long'd to go. e rnqeet
There's where I labored so hard for old Massa, RY.
Day after day in the field of ycllow corn, HY
No place on earth do I love more sincerely
Than old Virginny, the state where I was borne.
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Once in the dear dead days beyond recall,
When on the world the mists began to fall,
Out of the dreams that rose in happy throng,
Low to our hearts love sang an old sweet songs
And in the dusk, where fell the. firelight. gleam,,
Softly it wove itself into our dreams  '!
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Faith of our fathers] living still : Mow F
In spite of dungeon, fire and sword
O how our hearts beat high with joy Onn

When eter we hear that glorious word! a

Faith of our fathers! holy faith! ett Pill nan en
We will be true to thee till death}?

Faith of our fathers! we will love ta,

Both friend and foe in all ow strife:

 

And preach thee, too as love knows how,
By kindly words and virtuous life: Mt —
Faith of our fathersl holy faith! —

We will be true to thee till deathd (2 zt ,