There, there the dews of morning,
O Skylark! on thy wing!
SONGS OF CAPTIVITY.
[These songs (with the exception of the fifth) have all been set to music by the author’s sister, and are in the possession of Mr Willis, by whose permission they are here published.]
INTRODUCTION.
One hour for distant homes to weep
Midst Afric’s burnings sands,
One silent sunset hour was given
To the slaves of many lands.
They sat beneath a lonely palm,