34. The African Traveller's Reception.
The loud wind roar'd, the rain fell fast,
The white man yielded to the blast;
He sate him clown beneath our tree,
For weary, faint, and sad was he;
For ah, no wife or mother's care
For him the milk or corn prepare.
Chorus.
The white man shall our pity share,
The white man shall our pity share;
For ah, no wife or mother's care
For him the milk or corn prepare.
The storm is o'er, the tempest past,
And mercy's voice has hush'd the blast;
The wind is heard in whispers low,
The white man far away must go;
But ever in his heart will bear
Remembrance of the negro's care.
Chorus.
Go, white man, go, but with thee bear
Remembrance of the negro's care;
Go, white man, go, but with thee bear
Remembrance of the negro's care.
35. The Harebell and the Foxglove.
In a valley obscure, on a bank of green shade,
