A NEGRO SONG, 
FROM MR. PARKAS 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. 
Hi 
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, White Man, go ; — but with thee bear 
The Negro' s wish, the Negro's prayer; 
Remembrance of the Negro's care. 
