The Revel
He knoweth not that the dead are there.
In yonder halls reclining Are forms surpassing fair, And brilliant lights are shining, But, oh! the dead are there!
There's music, song and dance, There's banishment of care, And mirth in every glance, But, oh! the dead are there!
The wine cup's sparkling glow Blends with the viands rare, There's revelry and show, But still, the dead are there!
'Neath that flow of song and mirth Runs the current of despair, But the simple sons of earth Know not the dead are there!
They'll shudder start and tremble, They'll weep in wild despair When the solemn truth breaks on them, That the dead, the dead are there!
THE
AUTHOR
ETHIOPIA
THE
REVEL
REPORT
THE
CONTRAST
FREE
LABOR
LINES
DELIVERANCE
TRUTH
THE
CHANGE
JESUS
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Poetry
by Northover
Oh Africa, let freedom reign - Oh Africa, let freedom reign Rain down
a storm On the white man's home, Let him see that God Is watching over
all. Let the thunder clap its hands Together we will stand Hand in hand
one and all Africa more
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