Such feelin’s you must smotheh;

Your restless hands fold up, or gripe

Your waist into a span,

And spend your strength in looking out

To hail the coming man.

Chorus.—Press onward, do not feah, sistehs, &c.

Oh, do not be discouraged, when

You find your hopes brought down;

And when you meet unwilling men,

Heed not their gloomy frown,