Songs For The People
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By Frances E. W. Harper

Let me make the songs for the people,
Songs for the old and the young;
Songs to stir like a battle-cry
Whenever they are sung.

Not for the clashing of sabres,
For carnage nor for strife;
But songs to thrill the hearts of men
With more abundant life.

Let me make the songs for the weary,
Amid life's fever and fret;
Till heart's shall relax their tension,
And careworn brows forget.

Let me sing for the little children,
Before their footsteps stray,
Sweet anthems of love and duty,
To float o'er life's highway.

I would sing for the poor and aged,
When shadows dim their sights;
Of the bright and restful mansions,
Where there shall be no night.

Our world, so warn and weary,
Needs music, pure and strong,
To hush the Jangle and discords
Of sorrow, pain, and wrong.

Music to soothe all its sorrow,
Till war and crime shall cease,
And the hearts of men grown tender
Girdle the world with peace.