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Poetry: The Slave's Soliloquy

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Parent Issue
Day
29
Month
April
Year
1844
Copyright
Public Domain
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Despised, rejected. Lord, are we, And long to gain our Liberty: Pespised, rejecied, niocked by pride, We long to gain our rights denied. Poor aod aíflictcd, 'tis our lot, We know, but íeel to r.iurmur hot; T'would ill become us 10 reíuse, The will our Masttrs deign to choose. Poor and foreaken, vet we sing, For Jesús is our glorious King: Througb euflcrings perfect now he roigas, And shares in all our grief and pains. Poor nnd dejected, but ere long, We hope to sing biest frcedom's song, Aud though the world may think it strange, Our sad condition soon may change. Fnther of Grace. who dtign'st to Buve, Obleas the poor, afHicied slave: For we alone on Thee depend, Continue thou the poor slave's Friend. Content to live by toil nnd pain, May we eternal richesgain: Meanwhile, by Thy free goodnesa fcd, O give lis day by day our bread. Sylvanus, V&rch 27, 18-14.