Anonymous Americas

Here you will find the Poem Flying Slave of poet Anonymous Americas

Flying Slave

The night is dark, and keen the air,
And the Slave is flying to be free;
His parting word is one short prayer;
O God, but give me Liberty!
Behind I leave the whips and chains,
Before me spreads sweet Freedom's plains.

One star shines in the heavens above,
That guides him on his lonely way;-
Star of the North-how deep his love
For thee, thou star of Liberty!
Behind he leaves the whips and chains,
Before him spreads sweet Freedom's plains.