A NEGRO SONG, 
FROM MR. park's TRAVELS. 
I. 
The loud wind roar'd, the rain fell fast ; 
The White Man yielded to the blast : 
He sat him down, beneath our tree ; 
For weary, sad, and faint was he; 
And ah, no wife, or mother^s care, 
For him, the milk or corn prepare : 
CHORUS. 
The White Man, shall our pity share; 
Alas, no wife or mother s care, 
For him, the milk or corn prepare. 
II. 
The storm is o'er ; the tempest past ; 
And Mercy's voice has hush'd the blast. 
The wind is heard in whispers low ; 
The White Man, far away must go ; — 
But ever in his heart will bear 
Remembrance of the Negro's care. 
CHORUS. 
Go, WJiile Man, go; — hut xuith thee hear 
Tlie JYegro's ivish, the Kegro" s prayer ; 
Rcmemhrance of the Kepro s care. 
