Here you will find the Poem Flying Slave of poet Anonymous Americas
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! Farewell-farewell; 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! Farewell-farewell; Behind he leaves the whips and chains, Before him spreads sweet Freedom's plains.
