Poetry: A Family Escaping From Slavery
Tliy're flee'mg, they're fleeing. from bomlogt awoy, They are fay night3 but ihey hide thro' the duy, In cavern?, daik chnrnhers, or morasses deep, A wÃj from the sun-light, in secret tliev sleep. But when eve opproaches, Ihey nre flying afar, Thair guide ever true, is the bright Polar Storr Which 6hines svveefiy on them, from heaven abover Inspiring their bopes, YiUc a spirit of love. Bul why like the guiliy should they shün the light, Andconiinue their flight all ihe damp gloonn night? Does th? labor of shves these, fruitful field till? Do wrnptr and oppression, your granaries fill? Ah! no; bui the nffuencc of slavehoiding power Like a dn rk cïoud of vengeancc, does over us Jour, And from t a poison, most dead'y disfüs, And freedom's best Jjfe-blood, itstagnates and
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L. L.
Antislavery Poetry
Fugitive Slave
Poem
Old News
Signal of Liberty