Poetry

I've been to Palestine.

What did you see in Palestine?

I saw abominations

And Gadarene swine.

I saw the sinful Canaanites

Upon the shewbread dine,
And spoil the temple vessels
And drink the temple wine.
I saw Lot's wife, a pillar of salt
Standing in the brine-
By a weeping-willow tree
Beside the Dead Sea.

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John Brown

Old John Brown,
Old John Brown.

I saw his gracious wife

Dressed in a homespun gown.

I saw his seven sons

Before his feet bow down.

And he marched with his seven sons,
His wagons and goods and guns,
To his campfire by the sea,
By the waves of Galilee.

I've been to Palestine.

What did you see in Palestine? I saw the harp and psaltery Played for Old John Brown. I heard the Ram's horn blow, Blow for Old John Brown. I saw the Bulls of BashanThey cheered for Old John Brown. I saw the big Behemoth

He cheered for Old John Brown.

I saw the big Leviathan

He cheered for Old John Brown.
I saw the Angel Gabriel
Great power to him assign.

I saw him fight the Canaanites
And set God's Israel free.

I saw him when the war was done

In his rustic chair recline-
By his camp-fire by the sea,
By the waves of Galilee.

I've been to Palestine.

What did you see in Palestine?

Old John Brown,

Old John Brown.

And there he sits

To judge the world.
His hunting-dogs

At his feet are curled.
His eyes half-closed,

But John Brown sees

The ends of the earth,

The Day of Doom.

AND HIS SHOT-GUN LIES

ACROSS HIS KNEES—

Old John Brown,

Old John Brown.

John Brown

III KING SOLOMON AND THE QUEEN OF SHEBA

"And when the Queen of Sheba heard of the fame of Solo-
mon,
she came to prove him with hard questions."
[This chorus is an adaptation of the tune, You shall be free when
the Good Lord sets you free. It is supposed to be sung at a camp
meeting of thousands of colored people, the crowd weaving and
dancing and humming after their accustomed manner.]