The Narrative of Lunsford Lane, Formerly of Raleigh, N.C. by Lunsford Lane
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hereunto affixed, and signed the same at the city of Raleigh, on the
26th day of April, in the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and forty-two, and in the sixty-sixth year of the Independence of the United States. J.M. MOREHEAD. By the Governor. P. REYNOLDS, Private Secretary. But thou art born a slave, my child; Those little hands must toil, That brow must sweat, that bosom ache Upon another's soil; And if perchance some tender joy Should bloom upon thy heart, Another's hand may enter there, And tear it soon apart. Thou art a little joy to me, But soon thou may'st be sold, Oh! lovelier to thy mother far Than any weight of gold; Or I may see thee scourg'd and driv'n Hard on the cotton-field, To fill a cruel master's store, With what thy blood may yield. Should some fair maiden win thy heart, |
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