IRONY: The Negro Anthem, ‘Lift Every Voice and Sing,’ was written to celebrate the 91st birthday of Abraham Lincoln

According to ESPN the National Football League has unilaterally decided to sing The Negro National Anthem before week 1 of every game of the 2020 season. This decision is ironic!

The Poetry Foundation published the following article by James Weldon Johnson who wrote the lyrics to The Negro Anthem: “Lift Every Voice and Sing”. What is ironic is that this anthem was dedicated to Abraham Lincoln, founder of the Republican Party, and and was first sung in 1900 by  black children in Jacksonville, FL. James Weldon Johnson was born in Jacksonville, FL.

The 2020 Republican National Convention is being held in Jacksonville, FL.

The Negro Anthem ends with these prophetic words,

“Shadowed beneath Thy hand, May we forever stand. True to our God, True to our native land.”

According to The Poetry Foundation:

A group of young men in Jacksonville, Florida, arranged to celebrate Lincoln’s birthday in 1900. My brother, J. Rosamond Johnson, and I decided to write a song to be sung at the exercises. I wrote the words and he wrote the music. Our New York publisher, Edward B. Marks, made mimeographed copies for us, and the song was taught to and sung by a chorus of five hundred colored school children.

Shortly afterwards my brother and I moved away from Jacksonville to New York, and the song passed out of our minds. But the school children of Jacksonville kept singing it; they went off to other schools and sang it; they became teachers and taught it to other children. Within twenty years it was being sung over the South and in some other parts of the country. Today the song, popularly known as the Negro National Hymn, is quite generally used.

The lines of this song repay me in an elation, almost of exquisite anguish, whenever I hear them sung by Negro children.

LYRICS

Lift every voice and sing
Till earth and heaven ring,
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty;
Let our rejoicing rise
High as the listening skies,
Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.
Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us,
Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us.
Facing the rising sun of our new day begun,
Let us march on till victory is won.

Stony the road we trod,
Bitter the chastening rod,
Felt in the days when hope unborn had died;
Yet with a steady beat,
Have not our weary feet
Come to the place for which our fathers sighed?
We have come over a way that with tears has been watered,
We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered,
Out from the gloomy past,
Till now we stand at last
Where the white gleam of our bright star is cast.

God of our weary years,
God of our silent tears,
Thou who hast brought us thus far on the way;
Thou who hast by Thy might
Led us into the light,
Keep us forever in the path, we pray.
Lest our feet stray from the places, our God, where we met Thee,
Lest, our hearts drunk with the wine of the world, we forget Thee;
Shadowed beneath Thy hand,
May we forever stand.
True to our God,
True to our native land.

Source: Complete Poems (2000)

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