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40 Christy's plantation melodies.
"Tick—tick !" it said ; "quick out of bed,
For five I've given warning; You'll never have health, you'll never have wealth,
Unless you're up soon in the morning!"
Still hourly the sound goes round and round,
With a tone that ceases never, While tears are shed for the bright days fled,
And the old friends lost forever! Its heart beats on, though hearts are gone
That warmer beat and stronger— Its hands still move, though hands we love
Are clasped on earth no longer!
M Tick-—tick !" it said ; " to the church-yard bed,
The grave hath given warning ! Then up and rise, and look to the skies,
And prepare for a heavenly morning !"
Coloured Fugitive's Lament.
I went from the great house down to the kitchen, For to get a knot of light-wood, for to see to go a-fishin'. I ran to the river, and I hop into my coonah— The first thing 1 ran afoul of was a little Yankee schooner.
Massa Yankee he came running out to see what's goin'
forward, And he 'suade me for to go with him and travel in the
nor'ard, Where he told me that the black folks are freer than
the white, For they sleep all the day-time and frolic all the night.