The prophet's mantle, ere his flight began, Dropt on the world--a sacred gift to man.

The prophet's mantle, ere his flight began, Dropt on the world--a sacred gift to man.

United States, your banner wears Two emblems--one of fame; Alas! the other that it bears Reminds us of your shame. Your banner's constellation types White freedom with its stars, But what's the meaning of the stripes? They mean your negroes' scars.

Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree-- It has been, and shall be, the land of the free.

Never wedding, ever wooing, Still a lovelorn heart pursuing, Read you not the wrong you're doing In my cheek's pale hue? All my life with sorrow strewing; Wed or cease to woo.

The popularity of that baby-faced boy, who possessed not even the elements of a good actor, was a hallucination in the public mind, and a disgrace to our theatrical history.

To live in the hearts of others is not to die