The People's Advent

To Abraham Lincoln

THE Peoples Advent

A NEW Quartette For The Times

Words By Gerald Massy

Music By James G. Clark.

CHICAGO

PUBLISHED BY H. M. HIGGINS 117 RANDOLPH ST.

Entered according to Act of Congress A.D. 1864 by H. M. Higgins in the Clerks Office of the Dist. Court of the North-Dist of Ill_

"THE PEOPLE'S ADVENT."

Poetry by GERALD MASSEY. Music by JAS. C. CLARK.

Allegretto.

1. 'Tis com-ing up the steep of Time, And this old world is growing brighter,........ We may not see its dawn sublime, Yet high hopes makes the heart throb light_er, ....... We may be sleep_ing in the ground, When it awakes the world in won_der,..... But we have felt it gath'ring round, And heard its voice of liv_ing thun_der....... 'Tis coming, O! ........... yes 'tis com_ing.

2. 'Tis com_ing now, the glo_rious time Fore_told by Seers, and sung in sto_ry,....... For which when think_ing was a crime, Souls leaped to Heaven from scaf_olds go_ry!..... They passed, ner saw the work they wrought, Now the crowning hopes of cen_turies blo_som,....... But the live lightning of their thought, And da_ring deeds, doth pulse Earth's bo_som...... 'Tis coming, O! ......... yes 'tis com_ing.

3. Creeds, Empires, sys_tems rot with age, But the great peo_ple's ev_er youthful,...... And it shall write the fu_ture's page To our human_i_ty more trut_ful,...... There is di_vi_ni_ty within That makes men great when_e'er they will it....... God works with all who dare to win, And the time com_eth to re_veal it....... 'Tis coming, O!...... yes 'tis com_ing.

4.Freedom, the ty-rants kill they braves Yet in our mem_ry's live the sleep_ers,___ And though mill_ions feed the graves Dug by death's fierce red hand_ed reapers,...... The world shall not for-ev-er bow To things that mock God's own en_dea_vor, 'Tis near_er than they dream of now, When flowers shall wreath the sword for ev_er,......... 'Tis coming, O!............ yes 'tis com_ing.

5. Ah! it must come, op_pres_sions throne Is crumb_ling by our hot tears rust_ed The sword that trai_tor hand have drawn Is cank_ered with our hearts blood crust_ed,...... Room for the men of Mind, make way, Ye rob_ber trai_tors strive no lon_ger,...... Ye can_not stay the opening day, The world rolls on, the light grows stronger,..... 'Tis coming, O!........... yes 'tis com_ing.