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The slave's shoe
The poor old slave, infirm and lame;
Great scars deformed his face;
on his forehead he bore the brand of shame;
And the rags, that his his mangled frame,
were the livery of the disgrace
All things above were bright and fair,
All things were glad and free;
Lithe squirrels darted here and there
and the wild birds filled the echoing air
with the songs of liberty!
on him alone was the doom of pain
from the morning of his birth;
on him alone the curse of Cain
Fell, like a flail on the garnered grain,
and struck him to the earth!
he craved for death ;
or a better breathe
But gone;
was his morning sun
Great scars deformed his face;
on his forehead he bore the brand of shame;
And the rags, that his his mangled frame,
were the livery of the disgrace
All things above were bright and fair,
All things were glad and free;
Lithe squirrels darted here and there
and the wild birds filled the echoing air
with the songs of liberty!
on him alone was the doom of pain
from the morning of his birth;
on him alone the curse of Cain
Fell, like a flail on the garnered grain,
and struck him to the earth!
he craved for death ;
or a better breathe
But gone;
was his morning sun
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