Edward W Williams Poems

Dear friends, let me to you relate
A plan that I begot of yore,
A plan to conquer, extirpate
Slaveholding now and ever more.
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Freedom, freedom, has been my song
And shall be till I die,
Or till from every Negro's tongue,
I hear it echo by.
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My race of life is almost run,
Rings even now the last sad knell,
When I must from this whole world turn
And bid it ever more farewell.
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The hour, the spot, are here at last
Their purpose, cause and hope we know,
Our duty is to hold on fast
To all the vows we made before.
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