A National Anthem for Liberia in Africa. 195 Come, -with peace and to all good-will; --- Come, with the trumpet, the sword, and the spear, For "love of liberty brought us here!" Thanks unto GOD! who hath broken the chain Yes,-ye have rescued us as from the grave, Thanks! O raise that shout once more,- Thine, Columbia, thine was the hand Yes, Liberia! freemen gave Freedom and Thee to the ransom'd slave; Then out with a shout both loud and clear, "Love of liberty brought us here!" The Liberian Beacon. of A thousand miles of rugged shore, Never have known the gleam of grace Never-till Now! O glorious light, The beacon is ablaze! And half the terrors of the night Forth from the starry-heaven'd West Was lit this glowing torch, For, dear Columbia's sons have blest Liberia with-a Church! Yes, young Columbia leads the way, Yes, brothers! Patience is the word,— Where these sweet angels well are heard The North must wait; the South be wise; To help the slave beneath the skies The Liberian Church. A SONNET. Rot freedom only be Liberia's boast,- For which so long in alien climes they yearn'd: A new-lit beacon on poor Afric's shore; And round it now the darkling heathen throng, And Ethiopia's outstretch'd hands implore Of thee, Salvation's hallow'd gospel song, Of thee, Liberia, blest for evermore. Africa's Self-Blockade. Sister, we are not slow to learn of thee How best to compass good; how best to pour To the poor darkling slave, a slave no more, From both worlds' doom of wretchedest and worst, Africa Redeemed. day-star of promise!-O dawning of hope O Wisdom's own way with the sorrows to cope Liberia, thou art the breach in the wall In prayer was she plann'd, and by charity blest, Let red Mesurado tell out the stern wills And-what is she now? Though the world may think scorn Of all that is humbly begun, Yet here of true wisdom true greatness is born, And here shall true glory be won! For CHRIST and His mercies come in by this door, Liberia to America. Foster-mother, shrewd and stern, Favour yet thy sable child! Graciously and frankly turn With a heart well reconciled: Be not thou the last to bid Africa's young Hope God-speed, Let not all thy love be hid From thy daughter's day of need! |