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The Fugitive Slaves
Ye sorrowing people! who from bondage fly,And cruel laws, that men against you make;
Think not that none there are who hear your cry,
And for yourselves, and children thought will take.
Though now bowed down with sorrow and with fear,
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Some Christian hearts are left your flight to cheer,
Some human hearts not wholly turned to stone.
God to his angels shall give strictest charge,
And in their hands they'll bear you safe from harm;
Where, in a freer land, you'll roam at large,
Nor dread pursuit, nor start at each alarm;
Till in His time you shall return again,
No more to feel man's wrath, or dread his chain.
Poem No. 854; 3 March 1851
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