Free Labor
I wear an easy garment, O'er it no toiling slave Wept tears of hopeless anguish, In his passage to the grave.
And from its ample folds Shall rise no cry to God, Upon its warp and woof shall be No stain of tears and blood.
Oh, lightly shall it press my form, Unladen with a sigh, I shall not 'mid its rustling hear, Some sad despairing cry.
This fabric is too light to bear The weight of bondsmen's tears, I shall not in its texture trace The agony of years.
Too light to bear a smother'd sigh, From some lorn woman's heart, Whose only wreath of household love Is rudely torn apart.
Then lightly shall it press my form, Unburden'd by a sigh; And from its seams and folds shall rise, No voice to pierce the sky,
And witness at the throne of God, In language deep and strong, That I have nerv'd Oppression's hand, For deeds of guilt and wrong.
THE
AUTHOR
ETHIOPIA
THE
REVEL
REPORT
THE
CONTRAST
FREE
LABOR
LINES
DELIVERANCE
TRUTH
THE
CHANGE
JESUS
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Poetry
by Northover
Oh Africa, let freedom reign - Oh Africa, let freedom reign Rain down
a storm On the white man's home, Let him see that God Is watching over
all. Let the thunder clap its hands Together we will stand Hand in hand
one and all Africa more
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