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George Moses Horton
Oh! that my...
Oh! that my soul had winged its flight,
When first I saw the morning light,
To worlds of...
My genius from...
My genius from a boy
Has fluttered like a bird within my heart;
But could not thus confined her power...
Alas! and am...
Alas! and am I born for this? To wear this slavish chain?
Source: On Liberty and...
Because the brood-sows...
Because the brood-sows left side pigs were black
Whose sable tincture was by nature struck.
Were you by justice...
I leave my...
I leave my parents here behind
And all my friends to love resigned
'Tis grief to go, but death to...
Oh! that my...
Oh! that my soul had winged its flight,
When first I saw the morning light,
To worlds of...
My genius from...
My genius from a boy
Has fluttered like a bird within my heart;
But could not thus confined her power...
Alas! and am...
Alas! and am I born for this? To wear this slavish chain?
Source: On Liberty and...
Because the brood-sows...
Because the brood-sows left side pigs were black
Whose sable tincture was by nature struck.
Were you by justice...
I leave my...
I leave my parents here behind
And all my friends to love resigned
'Tis grief to go, but death to...