A NEGRO SONG, F R O M M R . P A R K I S T R A V E L S . V ' - i S r , -> : n I. T h e loud wind roar’d, the rain fell fast; The White Man yielded to the blast: He sat him down, beneath our tree; For weary, sad, apd faint was he; And ah, no wife, or mother’s care, For him, the milk or corn prepare : c h o r u s . I The White Man, shall our pity share; Alas, no wife or mother s care, fo r him, the milk or carfi prepare• II. 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. C H O R U S . Go, White Man, go ;— but with thee hear The Negro's wish, the Negro's prayer-, Remembrance o f the Negro's care.
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