Beside the ungathered rice he lay, His sickle in his hand; His breast was bare, his matted hair Was buried in the sand. Again, in the mist and shadow of sleep, He saw his Native Land. Wide through the landscape of his dreams The lordly Niger flowed; Beneath the palm-trees on the plain Once more a king he strode; And heard the tinkling caravans Descend the mountain-road. He saw once more his dark-eyed queen Among her children stand; They clasped his neck, they kissed his cheeks, They held him by the hand!-- A tear burst from the sleeper's lids And fell into the sand. And then at furious [speed]1 he rode Along the Niger's bank; His bridle-reins were golden chains, And, with a martial clank, At each leap he could feel his scabbard of steel Smiting his stallion's flank. Before him, like a blood-red flag, The bright flamingoes flew; From morn till night he followed their flight, O'er plains where the tamarind grew, Till he saw the roofs of Caffre huts, And the ocean rose to view. At night he heard the lion roar, And the hyena scream, And the river-horse, as he crushed the reeds Beside some hidden stream; And it passed, like a glorious roll of drums, Through the triumph of his dream. The forests, with their myriad tongues, Shouted of liberty; And the Blast of the Desert cried aloud, With a voice so wild and free, That he started in his sleep and smiled At their tempestuous glee. He did not feel the driver's whip, Nor the burning heat of day; For Death had illumined the Land of Sleep, And his lifeless body lay A worn-out fetter, that the soul Had broken and thrown away!
Three Choral Ballads
by Samuel Coleridge-Taylor (1875 - 1912)
1. Beside the ungathered rice he lay  [sung text checked 1 time]
Authorship:
- by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882), "The slave's dream", appears in Poems on Slavery, first published 1842 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- GER German (Deutsch) (Ernst Eckstein) , "Des Sclaven Traum", subtitle: "(Nach dem Englischen von H.W. Longfellow.)", appears in In Moll und Dur, in 3. Dritte Abtheilung
- RUS Russian (Русский) (Mikhail Larionovich Mikhailov) , "Сон невольника", first published 1861
1: Coleridge-Taylor: "pace"
Research team for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Andrew Schneider [Guest Editor]
2. She dwells by Great Kenhawa's side  [sung text not yet checked]
She dwells by Great Kenhawa's side, In valleys green and cool; And all her hope and all her pride Are in the village school. Her soul, like the transparent air That robes the hills above, Though not of earth, encircles there All things with arms of love. And thus she walks among her girls With praise and mild rebukes; Subduing e'en rude village churls By her angelic looks. She reads to them at eventide Of One who came to save; To cast the captive's chains aside And liberate the slave. And oft the blessed time foretells When all men shall be free; And musical, as silver bells, Their falling chains shall be. And following her beloved Lord, In decent poverty, She makes her life one sweet record And deed of charity. For she was rich, and gave up all To break the iron bands Of those who waited in her hall, And labored in her lands. Long since beyond the Southern Sea Their outbound sails have sped, While she, in meek humility, Now earns her daily bread. It is their prayers, which never cease, That clothe her with such grace; Their blessing is the light of peace That shines upon her face.
Authorship:
- by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882), "The good part", appears in Poems on Slavery, first published 1842 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- RUS Russian (Русский) (Mikhail Larionovich Mikhailov) , "Благая часть, яже не отымется", first published 1861
3. Loud he sang the Psalm of David  [sung text checked 1 time]
Loud he sang the psalm of David!
He, a Negro and enslaved,
Sang of Israel's victory,
Sang of Zion, bright and free.
In that hour, when night is calmest,
Sang he [from]1 the Hebrew Psalmist,
In a voice so sweet and clear
That I could not choose but hear,
[ ... ]
And the voice of his devotion
Filled my soul with strange emotion;
For its tones by turns were glad,
Sweetly solemn, wildly sad.
Paul and Silas, in their prison,
Sang of Christ, the Lord arisen.
And an earthquake's arm of might
Broke their dungeon-gates at night.
But, alas! what holy angel
Brings the Slave this glad evangel?
And what earthquake's arm of might
Breaks his dungeon-gates at night?
Authorship:
- by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882), "The Slave singing at midnight", appears in Poems on Slavery, first published 1842 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
1: Coleridge-Taylor: "of"
Researcher for this text: Andrew Schneider [Guest Editor]
Total word count: 629