Poems, Original & Selected

Watkins, James Robert

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THE CHRISTIAN'S HOPE.

THE SLAVE.

THE BLIND SLAVE BOY.

THE FUGITIVE'S TRIUMPH.

RESCUE THE SLAVE.

A HYMN.

SLAVE'S ESCAPE TO CANADA.

LINES addressed to Mr. JAMES WATKINS, the Fugitive Slave.

THE POOR SLAVE'S JOY.

THE SLAVE'S HOME.

HYMN.

SONG OF THE COFFEE GANG.

THE FUGITIVE SLAVE.

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THE SLAVE'S HOME.

I am a stranger here,
Heaven is my home:
From slavery when I'm clear,
Heaven is my home.
Masters and bloodhounds stand
Round me on every hand,
Heaven is my father-land,
Heaven is my home.

What though slaveholders rage?
Heaven is my home:
Short is my pilgrimage,
Heaven is my home:
And slavery's cursed blast
Soon will be overpast;
I shall reach home at last:
Heaven is my home.

Therefore I murmur not;
Heaven is my home;
Whate'er my earthly lot,
Heaven is my home:
There bond and free shall stand
There at my Lord's right hand;
There shall the poor Slave stand;
Heaven is my home.

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THE SLAVE'S HOME.