Doug Blair ADMIN II
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| Subject: Watching Ships Go Free Tue Feb 26, 2013 8:51 pm | |
| Watching Ships Go Free
With work at bay
On Sabbath day
I roam the shores
Of Chesapeake.
And dream a time
Of rest sublime
So different I
Can barely speak.
And ships visit
And ships exit
And ply the Main
Where’er they will.
While I must sweat
And toil and fret
A chattel and
A sad slave still.
It haunts the soul
As billows roll
And ebb and flow
Near Baltimore.
They whisper dreams
And freedom’s schemes
I’ve only read
At night before.
And reading brings
A hope that sings
A life that could
Be mine to dare.
With purpose new
A wife’s love too
And labour clean
And good, somewhere.
To make the break
For Frederick’s sake,
Once fatherless
And “good for naught”.
I first must plan
And play the man
And thrill at freedom’s
Slightest thought.
(This reflection stands as one of the most poignant images in the autobiography of Frederick Douglass, abolitionist. Champion of Afro-Americans. Pre Civil War days.)
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