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[Wurm]

Ttle blind one be pressed; Once more let me feel thy warm breath on my
cheek, And hear thee in accents of tenderness speak! O mother! I've no
one to love me--no heart Can bear like thine own in my sorrows a part;
No hand is so gentle, no voice is so kind, O! none like a mother can
cherish the blind! Poor blind one! No mother thy wailing can hear, No
mother can hasten to banish thy fear; For the slave-owner drives her,
o'er mountain and wild, And for one paltry dollar hath sold thee, poor
child! Ah! who can in language of mortals reveal The anguish that none
but a mother can feel, When man in his vile lust of mammon hath trod On
her child, who is stricken and smitten of God! Blind, helpless,
forsaken, with strangers alone, She hears in her anguish his piteous
moan, As he eagerly listens--but listens in vain, To catch the loved
tones of his mother again! The curse of the broken in spirit shall fall
On the wretch who hath mingled this wormwood and gall, And his gain like
a mildew shall blight and destroy, Who hath torn from his mother the
little blind boy! YE SONS OF FREEMEN. AIR--Marseilles Hymn. Ye sons of
freemen wake to sadness, Hark! hark, what myriads bid you rise; Three
millions of our race in madness Break out in wails, in bitter cries,
Break out in wails, in bitter cries, Must men whose hearts now bleed
with anguish, Yes, trembling slaves in freedom's land, Endure the lash,
nor raise a hand? Must nature 'neath the whip-cord languish? Have pity
on the slave, Take courage from God's word; Pray on, pray on, all hearts
resolved--these captives shall be